Escape to the desert and farming: the doomsday boss dressed as the best eldest sister

Everyone coughed and asked seriously, "Do you really want to buy our watermelons?"

"If you don't mind, you can give us all the rotten melons." Bai Junjun still said the same thing.

Everyone looked at each other and were silent.

After a while, an old man said: "I can give you the melon, but if you can't sell it, don't blame us."

"Don't worry, if we can't sell it, we can eat it ourselves. It's just...it will take some time to make the jam. Can you bother me in the village these days?"

Li Wenli smiled and comforted everyone, and made a new request by the way.

The villager glanced at him: "Of course there is no problem living there, but there are not many vacant rooms in our village, so you can only live separately."

Li Wenli and Bai Junjun glanced at each other, they haven't spoken yet.The three children shook their heads again and again: "No, no, we won't be separated, we can't be separated."

The fool on the side also nodded.

Seeing the temperament of these children, everyone finally became less wary.

But they are also very embarrassed, no one has so many rooms and beds in their home.

How should this be done.

"Uncle the village chief's house is empty." A child suggested.

The elders were taken aback for a moment, then shook their heads and said, "Don't talk nonsense, children."

Although the village chief died to defend them, but after all, the first seven days of the massacre have just passed.

Letting these children live in, let alone the deceased, at least it would be unfavorable for these children, so they refused without thinking.

On the contrary, Bai Junjun and Li Wenli don't care. For them, they have seen zombies. What happened to the houses of the dead? Isn't the tube building full of houses of the dead?

Before she could make a sound, Bai Sasha said, "Uncle, we are not afraid. We live in the house of the village head's uncle, and we can still help him take care of the house and make sure his house is clean."

With Bai Sasha's words, it was as if the village chief was still alive and had just traveled far away.

Everyone in Gu Yu felt sad when they heard the words.

"Aren't the rooms of Brother Zhong and Uncle empty? Let them live there instead of going to the main room, right?"

The old lady also asked.

There are three brothers in the village head, the second and the third were conscripted, and the village head was exempted from serving because of the "village head", so apart from him, there were parents and wives and children in the family. However, all five members of the family were killed by the bandits seven days ago. .

Excluding the room of the village chief and his wife, and the room of the parents, there are indeed two rooms that are vacant.

Bai Junjun and Li Wenli had no objections, and it was difficult for everyone to say much.

In this way, the village chief's house covered with white flags ushered in a temporary resident.

The rooms here are L-shaped, and the two front rooms are covered with white curtains, obviously belonging to the village chief and his parents, and the two vertical rooms are the rooms of the legendary younger brother.

Everyone led them the way, and talked about the kitchen, toilet and other places before they were ready to go to the field.

After all, there are still many rotten watermelons waiting to be harvested.

At that time, Bai Junjun told them to remember to bring back rotten watermelon, the more watermelon, the more salt.

Everyone didn't say anything, and went silently.

After everyone had left, Li Wenli looked at Bai Junjun.

"What are you planning?"

"?" Bai Junjun looked back at him: "Obviously I want to sell jam."

Li Wenli sighed: "In today's troubled times, business is not so easy to do. Who would buy these things except just needed items? You might as well just sell salt."

"That won't work. Even in troubled times, selling salt is illegal. I don't want to be a wanted criminal."