She Only Cares About Cultivation-Chapter 825 - 777: Famine Era 18 (Second Update)
Sometimes she would eat a bit herself. Anyway, she made sure to harvest three, sell two and keep one, either to eat or to save up to sell. This is how she had been getting by all these years.
Previously, they matured in eight hours; now it might take twenty-eight hours. Harvesting two seasons a day was considered good.
That’s why when the school had one day off every half month, at most she could sell two baskets. After all, it was hard to save up even one or two bunches.
The over two hundred silver coins she saved earlier were kept in her space. Before coming to Chongqing, her family gave her about US$ 100 to US$ 200 as pocket money. Since it was a military school, she didn’t need money for meals or accommodation because the school provided necessities. So, she didn’t often have chances to use money.
Hence she exchanged all these fruits and vegetables for the things she needed.
After bartering, she carried a basket to the street corner alley and enjoyed a bowl of local Chongqing noodles, which tasted better than the ones sold in front of her house in her previous life. Even if the seasoning wasn’t as rich, it was still spicy and satisfying.
After filling her stomach, she carried the basket and was preparing to head back to the school when suddenly a person jumped from the upstairs store and bumped into her directly.
The person collided with her, glanced at her quickly, and ran away. The ensuing gunfire frightened her into quickly hiding by the corner of the wall. Soon, people in various uniforms, Zhongshan suits, and western suits dashed out from the alley.
This kind of scene usually only seen in movies and TV shows, unexpectedly appeared right in front of her one day. Thinking of something, she glanced into her basket, and found a wax pill had somehow appeared in it. Her heart tightened, and before those people approached her, she hastily hid it in her space.
When those people came over to check her basket, only the desserts she just exchanged remained inside. When they tried to search her body, she slapped them away.
"Hey, what are you doing? Men and women should not touch each other! At least find a woman, okay? Look, isn’t there an aunt over there? You can ask her to come over and help,"
The leading man wore sunglasses, looking like a lead character from an anti-Japanese drama, sitting on a motorcycle, wearing a trench coat, stepping on leather shoes, full of pretentiousness.
Hearing her care about her integrity at this time, he couldn’t help but glance in her direction, then gestured to his subordinate.
Though he didn’t say a word, the aunt was asked to come over, and following their request, she searched her from head to toe.
She had her space, naturally carrying nothing, with nothing on her.
They rummaged through her basket several times but found nothing, and just as they were about to ask her for something to prove her identity, gunshots rang out again.
So these people naturally couldn’t be bothered with her, which finally gave her a chance to slip away.
After fleeing the scene, still fearing someone might be following, she cautiously found a safe place to change into more normal clothes.
Clutching her crazily pounding heart, she was too frightened to speak.
Because she disguised herself to sell fruit, if they investigated her identity information, as a student at the Military Hospital, wearing this ragged outfit instead of her uniform, how could she not look like she was engaging in some secretive activity?
If caught, wouldn’t she be skinned as a Gong D member? Imagining scenarios similar to location "Number 76" still made her shiver.
The more Ye Huan thought about it, the more anxious she felt. She swore never to come out again for a bit of money, after all, there were still two years until the establishment of the state!
As for the wax pill in her space, wouldn’t they come looking for it?
After that, Ye Huan returned to school, staying inside for half a month without stepping out, and just like that, the wax pill business seemed forgotten?
She didn’t know what secret it held, and also didn’t know in such a large school, who was with G Jun or Gong D. Now tensions were high, and she, just a student, didn’t want to meddle with these affairs.
Yet holding the wax pill, her heart was still uneasy, and with no option left, she went back out to the same alley to eat noodles again.
This time, she directly wore her school uniform.
She deliberately ate very slowly but still, no one came to her, frustratingly she had to leave the alley.
Just as she turned to head back to school, passing by a shop by the street, hands suddenly stretched out from inside, covering her mouth, pulling her in. As the door slammed shut, she was pinned against it. Looking up, the person wore a hat, head lowered, speaking in a husky voice.
