165: Zhang Hong's marksmanship talent

"Little Liu, aren't you cold? Come have some hot water. I just boiled it over by the bonfire."

An old man, whose stall was right next to Little Liu's, came over with a pot of hot water.

"Thank you, Uncle Yang."

Little Liu was bundled in several layers of clothes, but he was still so cold that he kept rubbing his hands together.

"Little Liu, you don't have to be so frugal. You could build a shack in the residential area, at least to shelter from the cold wind.

It's heavy with dew out here; if you sleep outside for too long, you'll get sick even if you weren't already."

Old Man Yang sighed.

In reality, many people here weren't unable to afford the rent for the shack area; rather, they leased out the shack land they had applied for to others, which gave them an additional income each month.

The shack land everyone applied for wasn't large, only twenty square meters, but some people had money but couldn't afford an apartment.

However, renting a few more plots of shack land, moving some stones, mixing some mud, and getting some thatch and wood to build a thatched hut was more than affordable.

Moreover, renting a few more plots and tidying them up made them more spacious and cheaper than an apartment, so quite a few people rented out their own plot of land and then slept in the market.

Little Liu was one such person; he rented out the land he had applied for, and after deducting the rent paid to the base, he could still get an extra sum of money each month.

"It's fine, Uncle Yang, I'm young and full of vigor, it's nothing.

Besides, isn't the weather gradually getting warmer now?"

Little Liu grinned.

He wasn't unaware of these things, but he needed food, desperately needed it.

He had already contacted his parents and sister when the apocalypse first arrived.

His parents and sister weren't doing well, and he had been powerless before, but now things were different.

As long as he earned the base's contribution points, he could exchange them for food.

With food, his parents and sister could live better and secure protection from that small base.

Although that small base wasn't very strong, it was making exorbitant demands, and he had no choice.

For the sake of his parents and sister surviving, and perhaps even meeting again one day, he was willing to do this.

However, Old Man Yang clearly didn't know these things and could only sigh: "I'm giving you this pot of hot water; just give me a pot back tomorrow, and I'll head back now."

"Walk safely, Uncle Yang!"

Little Liu poured out a cup of hot water and took a sip, then noticed someone approaching.

"How much are these cotton quilts?"

Little Liu's cotton quilts were all scavenged from a bedding store.

"Hello, hello, these quilts of mine were all collected from a store, and they're all brand new.

One quilt is only eighty contribution points."

Little Liu quoted a very reasonable price, considering that used cotton quilts in the market still cost sixty to seventy contribution points.

In Tianfu Base, one contribution point could be exchanged for one catty of sweet potatoes or potatoes.

Currently, because the base hadn't cultivated wheat, there was no fixed exchange for white flour, but it was sold in the market, though at a very expensive price.

Zhang Hong nodded: "Give me four quilts."

Little Liu's spirits immediately lifted; a big order!

"Okay, okay, do you need me to deliver them for you?"

"No need."

"Alright, take these four quilts!"

After paying, Zhang Hong was also ready to go back.

He had already bought other furniture.

His daughter was now seven years old and had her own room before the apocalypse, so he planned to use a wardrobe to partition off a space for his daughter, which is why he bought two extra quilts.

Passing by some stalls and seeing the people shivering there, Zhang Hong sighed.

These people weren't unable to afford the cheap land rent in the shack area; they all had their own bitter pills they had to swallow.

He couldn't help much with that; he could only focus more on clearing Pollution Beasts.

At least, people here didn't have to go hungry or live in fear.

As for the cold, he believed it was only temporary.

Life would get better and better.

Although he also didn't understand why a small plot of land still required rent, and why so many empty rooms weren't given to ordinary people to live in.

However, he trusted the base.

Zhang Hong was a very foolish person, but sometimes, he wasn't foolish.

In fact, sometimes, what was good for the base didn't equate to what was good for everyone.

Making the base better didn't mean making everyone better, because the life of the base was destined to be longer and more profound than an individual's life.

When he returned to the new house, he found his daughter already asleep.

He carefully covered his daughter with the new quilt; he would tidy up the rest tomorrow.

At this time, he also took out the talent upgrade stone, and as the stone in his hand disappeared, his Talent also increased to C-grade.

Ten immortal grass were lined up in front of him.

He planned to use all these immortal grass for his daughter to improve her body.

Although Zhang Yaoyao had also awakened her Talent, it was the worst F-grade.

Originally, Zhang Hong had hesitated whether to use the talent upgrade stone for his daughter, but ultimately, he decided to use it himself first.

"Dad."

Zhang Yaoyao was either talking in her sleep or had noticed her father's return.

"Sleep."

Zhang Hong gently patted his daughter.

Afterward, Zhang Hong went out to a jungle near the foot of the mountain and brandished the gun in his hand.

The gun movements were very methodical.

If Tang Ping were here, he would definitely recognize it as the King-grade secret manual he sold in the trading zone, which was now widespread.

As he practiced, Zhang Hong only felt his mind quiet down, becoming extremely calm.

At this moment, his perception of his surroundings became extremely sharp!

At this time, in Zhang Hong's world, there was only a gun left, and even he himself became a part of the gun in his hand.

As the gun was wielded, transitioning from fast to slow, Zhang Hong's understanding of marksmanship gradually improved.

"I have to say, Zhang Hong's Talent in marksmanship is truly excellent."

On the treetop, two people stood not far away.

"Otherwise, how could he awaken the Long Spear Talent?"

Tang Ping also exclaimed, "Zhang Xile, keep a close eye on this person in the future.

If he's worth cultivating, it's not impossible to raise his Talent to A-grade in the future."

"Raise it to A-grade!"

Zhang Xile was surprised, "Brother, where did you get so many good things? Show me!"

Saying this, he reached out as if to touch him.

Tang Ping slapped his hand away: "Not now."

Zhang Xile rolled his eyes: "Then why are you talking nonsense?"

"You've gotten bold recently, Chief Steward Zhang.

I think the matter of the purple light golden sun tree..."

"Hehe! Brother Tang! My dear brother!"

Zhang Xile quickly jumped over fawningly, kneading his shoulders, "Hehe, Brother Tang, you know my loyalty to you is witnessed by the sun and moon, attested by heaven and earth, mountains and rivers..."

Bang!

Tang Ping elbowed the verbose fellow, knocking him down from the tree.

Zhang Xile, who had fallen from the tree, patted his butt with a playful smile: "Hehe, Brother Tang, it doesn't hurt."

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