Yu Xifeng didn’t have the habit of wasting food.

So she stored this plate of boiled eggs and scrambled eggs into her space.

She would eat them when her space’s supplies ran out.

No wonder that before the apocalypse, the mainstream food on the market was still eggs.

Marinated eggs, tea eggs, vinegar and soy sauce egg yolks, tiger-skin eggs, and a bowl of rustic homemade flavor.

Eggs are truly the soft-hearted gods of the culinary world!

No matter how you cook them, they taste good.

Even boiled plainly in water, eggs are fragrant, soft, and tender.

Yu Xifeng planned to let the hens in the chicken coop brood on their eggs.

She had an incubator and could hatch eggs with it, but letting mother hens do it was obviously less troublesome.

The incubator could only be placed in the flower bed and required regular flipping at set times.

With the flower bed’s time flow rate being twenty times faster, if she wasn’t careful, a whole tray of fertilized eggs could go to waste.

She had already wasted one tray before, which was very painful.

At first, the big white hen laid an egg every three or four days.

Gradually, as time passed, it stabilized to one egg every two days.

Yu Xifeng, afraid of the eggs breaking, cleared out a rice box to store them.

In less than a month, she had saved up two boxes.

Yu Xifeng stared at the flavorless but too precious to waste goose eggs.

She stuffed four into her bag and gave two to Sister Yun.

At Sister Yun’s place, they ate scrambled goose eggs, cooked with cooking wine and cumin to remove the fishy smell. She didn’t know how the chubby guy made it, but it was much more tender than what Yu Xifeng cooked herself.

The chubby guy sighed, “I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve seen meat in my kitchen. One goose egg is enough for three meals. Where did you get these?”

The cooking wine was the chubby guy’s treasured stash, rarely used.

“Someone inside is secretly raising them. I traded with them,” Yu Xifeng said.

The chubby guy asked, “What price? Can you get more?”

Yu Xifeng vaguely answered, “Just one goose. I’ll ask if they have any stock left.”

The chubby guy always played the middleman.

He understood better than anyone how important resources and clients were.

So he only mentioned it briefly, not probing further.

He took out the batch of exquisite goods he mentioned last time.

A complete set of kingfisher feather hair ornaments.

Cloud patterns, gem-like brilliance.

Yu Xifeng was amazed. Such extreme luxury was visually stunning in reality, making it hard to calm down for a long time.

So blue could be so captivating.

Could such things really be privately collected before the apocalypse?

Sister Yun sat aside, loving it and unwilling to put it down.

If she could afford it, she might have bought it herself.

Even if she couldn’t use it, placing it in the room and taking it out to admire every night before sleep would be a dream come true.

Before Yu Xifeng could touch it, she felt a fluctuation in her space.

True beauty, no matter the time, can strike directly at the heart.

The chubby guy said, “That person wants good stuff. The rice can’t be less than a hundred jin, and at least fifteen jin of meat.”

Yu Xifeng asked, “Besides me, are there others wanting to buy?”

The chubby guy replied, “Hard to say. The contribution point center doesn’t accept these things. His price isn’t low. Some people above like to collect, but they don’t offer such high prices.”

Yu Xifeng thought for a moment, “Hold them for me two days. I’ll try to scrape together the contribution points. Does the contribution point center accept them?”

The chubby guy said, “They can cover part, but not all for contribution points.”

She had what that person wanted, but couldn’t give away too easily.

“Times are tough lately. You can check out the market nearby. Maybe you’ll get some good stuff,” the chubby guy reminded Yu Xifeng.

The underground shelter’s trade needs and the contribution point center’s supply types were too limited.

So the market emerged, right next to the contribution point center.

Yu Xifeng hadn’t been there this lifetime, though she went often in her past life.

Inside were mainly basic supplies.

Compressed biscuits were still the currency.

The cheapest kind — insect powder biscuits.

Soon, even insect powder biscuits wouldn’t be around, replaced by black bread made from grass seeds.

There’s no worst taste — only worse taste.

Yu Xifeng took the remaining two eggs to Old Man Cai.

There, the eggs were served cold in a salad.

She didn’t know what was in Zhang Qiu’s seasoning sauce, but the faint fragrance balanced out the fishy smell.

The yolk mixed with the sauce was incredibly mellow.

Yu Xifeng belched contentedly, “Next time I’ll bring more… buy two more and bring them.”

Zhang Qiu smiled, “Don’t bother breaking those. Goose eggs need more steps to remove the fishy smell. If you find it troublesome, boil them with water and mix with the sauce I gave you last time.”

Yu Xifeng, full and satisfied, strolled back.

She recalled she had contribution points in her account.

She got them by trading with robbers when she first arrived at the underground shelter.

The next day, she checked the contribution point center and exchanged a little something symbolically.

The items shown on the LCD screen, at least food-wise, weren’t as abundant as what she had in her space.

But something else caught Yu Xifeng’s eye.

An RV.

She had to admit, Yu Xifeng was tempted.

Only the long list of contribution points required made her helpless.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t afford it.

It was about being reasonable and compliant, not arousing suspicion by exchanging such a huge amount of supplies.

That was not easy.

It was harder than just sneaking in and stealing the RV directly.

But some things must not be done twice.

If such a big RV suddenly disappeared without reason, and people connected it to the grain mysteriously missing from Zheng Weiyang’s factory, it would be a disaster.

Yu Xifeng went to the neighboring free market.

Entry fee was 50 grams of food, anything would do.

Most people sold things like white radish and sweet potatoes.

Yu Xifeng gave a sweet potato of roughly the same weight.

Calling this place a market was a bit of a stretch.

The stalls barely stretched one street.

From start to end, what she saw most were tattered cloth jackets.

One vendor dragged a huge cabinet that looked like herbs; she recognized one or two from Zhang Qiu’s place.

The seller asked for ten insect powder compressed biscuits; Yu Xifeng exchanged two pre-apocalypse compressed biscuits to get them.

Yu Xifeng found insect powder biscuits disgusting and didn’t stockpile them.

At current prices, one compressed biscuit could be traded for six or seven insect powder biscuits.

The herbs were neatly sorted and packaged.

The seller didn’t seem like a herbal expert, probably just picked them up with a search team from outside.

Yu Xifeng stopped and casually asked, “Where did these come from?”

The seller took Yu Xifeng for a young lady and a big client and wasn’t guarded.

“There used to be a traditional Chinese medicine hospital on Qianqiu Street, with many herbal bath and health shops around it. These came from there.”

Yu Xifeng glanced at the jujubes nearby. “How much for these?”

The seller said, “Jujubes are more expensive. Like those compressed biscuits you just gave, two can get you half a jin.”

Yu Xifeng nodded but said nothing.

She had jujubes collected from supermarkets in her space and didn’t need to spend money buying more.