Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies-Chapter 24 - : Soybeans

Chapter 24: Soybeans

To ensure a more diverse breakfast for himself, Chi Yan was even more proactive than Su Yinhe.

Right after returning to the base, he immediately found people, Chi Yan had food, and in these times, a bowl of porridge could hire someone, let alone Chi Yan who started with a small bag of rice.

This was pure white rice.

If they got this small bag of rice and bartered it for porridge, it would be enough to last for more than ten days.

To snatch this job, everyone was fully determined.

Chi Yan chose several strong-looking men who seemed capable of working hard.

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First, he gave each of them a third of the rice as a deposit, with the rest to be given upon completion of their work.

Lin Murong, looking at the rice Chi Yan had given out, felt a heartache to suffocation.

Although it wasn’t his, every time he saw Chi Yan’s careless demeanor, he couldn’t help but feel anxious.

“Why are you giving out so much rice, and it’s high-quality at that? You could exchange these rice with those people at the base and get a lot of porridge, then hire people with that porridge, wouldn’t that be more economical?” Lin Murong felt like he had become a father at a young age.

Chi Yan really spent too much.

With his spending habits, how could he save anything?

Lin Murong genuinely worried that one day he would starve to death.

“It’s troublesome,” trying to save a little by running around and having to outsmart those old folks.

If it’s a bit extra, then so be it. He wasn’t lacking in supplies.

“There you go, a spendthrift,” Lin Murong sighed.

“My things, what are you worrying about?” Chi Yan couldn’t understand why Lin Murong was troubled—it was his stuff, not Lin Murong’s.

“You don’t understand,” Lin Murong shook his head.

Someone like Chi Yan, who was never worried about food or clothes and led a comfortable life anywhere, wouldn’t understand his feelings.

“You’re too wasteful, I really worry you’ll starve,” Lin Murong looked at him as if he were his own son, accidentally letting slip a rather rebellious nickname.

Men always end up playing the father role.

Although Lin Murong verbally called him Brother Chi, he had the heart of an old father and often secretly called himself dad in his mind.

Of course, this nickname was something Lin Murong would never dare let Chi Yan know on a normal day.

He could only say it privately.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen Chi Yan deal with others.

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But today, talking about Chi Yan’s gossip with Su Yinhe and watching Chi Yan spend money recklessly, the nickname slipped out unintentionally.

Chi Yan raised his eyebrows, “Dad?”

“Cough… cough cough cough…” Lin Murong almost choked on his own saliva.

“Since when did I acquire a dad?” Chi Yan looked at him, his expression unchanged.

But Lin Murong didn’t dare relax.

The last time, Chi Yan casually dehydrated a Superpower User, turning him into a dried husk.

“I…” Lin Murong wanted to argue but his mind suddenly went blank, unable to think of excuses.

“You’re not coming to my house for meals this week,” Chi Yan wasn’t too angry, but he wanted to teach Lin Murong a lesson.

As soon as he said it, Chi Yan hit Lin Murong’s weak spot.

“Don’t, I’ll starve,” Lin Murong couldn’t care less about fear now. With his cooking skills, he couldn’t stand his own food. Before meeting Chi Yan, he subsisted on whatever was available. But after getting to know Chi Yan, he freeloaded meals every other day.

Chi Yan was very picky, especially about food. His meals, in the apocalypse, were heavenly.

He had grown accustomed to feasting there from time to time.

Not letting him go for a whole week might as well be a death sentence for him.

“Then starve to death,” Chi Yan was indifferent, and being his father was not for just anyone, not even for those who merely talked big.

In the face of Lin Murong’s plea, Chi Yan was cold and merciless.

This way, for talking big, Lin Murong missed out on four or five chances to freeload meals.

The next day, Su Yinhe saw Chi Yan arrive with four or five men and a despondent Lin Murong.

When Lin Murong saw Su Yinhe, his spirits did lift a bit.

Hoping for anything from Chi Yan was futile, but there was still a supermarket.

Lin Murong’s stash of instant noodles, brought back earlier, was nearly depleted, and he had specifically brought a good amount of gold with him today.

Though not as extravagant as Chi Yan, who brought a backpack full, he only brought five or six pieces.

But compared to others, it was still quite a bit.

Once there, Chi Yan took out a stone mill from the space.

When it came to food and drink, he was very picky.

The stone mill was scrubbed clean.

For the men he brought, he provided bath water and disposable sachets of shampoo and shower gel, along with clean clothes for each.

Shampoo and shower gel were rare commodities, and the men originally thought of not using them, secretly planning to sell them.

But Chi Yan had threatened them when he gave it to them.

If they didn’t use it but secretly kept it aside, they wouldn’t need to work either.

He didn’t like unclean people.

Was a small pack of shampoo and shower gel more important than food for several days? Those men understood well.

Thus, their little schemes dissipated.

They were prepared to grind soybeans right next to the supermarket. Su Yinhe provided them with three large barrels of soybeans she had soaked the night before.

All were high-quality soybeans.

The men working, looking at the golden soybeans, concurrently swallowed their saliva.

None of them were Superpower Users, just ordinary people who, although laborious and somewhat strong, could undertake some tasks assigned by the base to ensure they wouldn’t starve.

But only to the extent of not starving.

Moreover, there weren’t many tasks made for ordinary people at the base; seventy percent were ordinary people vying for those few tasks.

Sometimes they could grab a task, sometimes not.

Even after completing tasks, the Contribution Value they received had to be spent conservatively, lest they starve if they went too long without securing tasks.

All being robust young men, they naturally consumed a lot, and no matter how frugally they ate, it wasn’t little.

They had also gone days without securing any tasks, surviving only on Contribution Value-purchased bowls of the cheapest gruel, diluted with water, eating a bit each day, a bit each day.

If they failed to secure a task again soon, they would starve.

So, when Chi Yan went to recruit people yesterday, their eagerness was extremely intense.

Several days’ worth of food.

Measured by a bowl of gruel a day, eating sparingly, they might even stretch it to a month.

Yesterday, Chi Yan had paid them one third of the rice, fearing they’d be too hungry to have the strength to grind today.

After receiving their share yesterday, they hurriedly traded it for Contribution Value and bought a bowl of gruel, fearing they’d lack the strength today.

They ate a bowl this morning too, but such gruel was hardly filling.

Now, seeing the three large barrels of soybeans, they were hungry again.

Su Yinhe, observing their wolfish gazes, worried whether they might start stealing handfuls of soybeans while grinding.