Quickly wear the salted fish and don’t lie flat

Without alerting the others, Sang Ye went to the kitchen to make himself a bowl of clear soup noodles using Space Spirit Water, and he was full.

Just lie down on the deck chair in the small courtyard and soak up the morning sunshine.

Cozy and comfortable!

It was almost noon when Sang Huai and Hong Yan got up. As soon as they went out, they saw the mulberry leaves on the recliner.

"Good morning! Sister Xiaoye." Hong Yan greeted Sang Ye with a yawn.

"It's late, it's almost noon, sister Hongyan." Sang Ye replied lazily.

"Is it already so late?" Hong Yan scratched his head in confusion.

"There are ingredients in the kitchen, you can make whatever you want to eat."

"Have you eaten? Do you need to do more?" Sang Huai went to wash his face first and then asked back.

"Don't worry about me, you can eat it yourself."

Sang Ye didn't move and continued to lie there with his eyes squinted.

Maybe it was because the commotion down there was a little louder, but Wang Wenke and Liu Wei also came down.

"Is everyone up? We're a little late today!" Wang Wenke said embarrassedly.

"No, we just got up." Hong Yan patted her head and said warmly.

Liu Wei walked directly to Sang Ye and said in a hoarse voice: "I've gotten through it all."

Sang Ye opened her eyes and looked at him, her eyes full of seriousness: "Liu Wei, do you know that there is a technique in martial arts novels called tendon washing and marrow cutting?"

Liu Wei paused: "I know."

"It's good to know."

Without explaining much, Sang Ye closed his eyes again.

Liu Wei thought about what she said, and the more he thought about it, the brighter his eyes became. Even the fatigue from last night seemed to disappear.

"Thank you!"

Liu Wei is a smart man, and he already understands what the boss said.

If that were the case, everything would be explained.

The boss is indeed a boss, he can even get legendary things.

His brother and Wang Wenqing passed the most difficult first level, so wouldn't it be a matter of course for them to upgrade their abilities in the future?

After thanking her, Liu Wei couldn't wait to pull Wang Wenke aside and quietly shared the boss's advice with her.

Wang Wenke looked at Sang Ye with eyes full of admiration, like a little fan girl!

After several people had lunch, Wang Wenke and Liu Wei continued to go to the house to guard the two people who were still sleeping.

Sang Huai and Hong Yan went to work at the research institute.

Sang Ye was still lying on the deck chair in the yard and never moved.

Until Wang Wenke ran downstairs excitedly and told her: "Brother and Liu Yang are both awake."

Only then did Sang Ye follow her upstairs.

On the bed, both of them were wrapped into rice dumplings, with only a pair of red eyes and vented nostrils exposed.

Sang Ye said to the two of them: "Don't talk or move around. I'll check it for you now. If you understand, just blink."

The two rice dumplings blinked wildly.

Sang Ye was speechless, was he blinking like he was having a cramp?

Putting a hand between someone's eyebrows, Sang Ye carefully felt the changes in their bodies.

After a long time, Sang Ye took back his hand and nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, have a good rest!"

Wang Wenke and Liu Wei looked at each other with joy in their eyes.

The eyes of the two people on the bed blinked more like cramps.

Sang Ye couldn't bear to look directly at it.

Two small bottles of water appeared out of thin air in his hands, and Sang Ye handed one to Wang Wenke and Liu Wei each.

"Just feed them all the water in the bottle today, and they should be almost fine tomorrow."

The two quickly took the water and nodded repeatedly.

Seeing that nothing happened to her, Sang Ye decided to go to the base's trading market to see if there was anything she needed.

After saying hello to a few people, he drove the pickup truck out of the community and headed straight to the trading market.

When we arrived at the place, we paid a small loaf of bread for the parking fee, and Sang Ye entered the market with a big black backpack on his back.

This so-called trading market is a large open space divided into many small areas. People who need to trade things can come here to set up stalls for free in exchange for the supplies they need.

Mulberry Ye looked at the stalls one by one. They really had everything for sale!

It's not much better than the previous street stalls.

Walking to a small stall in the corner where a middle-aged man was so thin that he could be blown away by a gust of wind, Sang Ye squatted down, pointed at the pile of gold, silver and jade, and asked, "How can I change this thing?"

Sein Feiwen rubbed his hands nervously, hesitantly stretched out two fingers, and said cautiously: "Two pieces of instant noodles, or two pieces of bread are fine."

The skinny old man next to him heard this and sarcastically said: "Xiao Song! You really dare to speak like a lion! This is the end of the world, and your pile of things is just a pile of rubbish. How dare you ask for so much?"

Another man with a slovenly beard also chimed in: "Little girl, don't let him fool you. Even if this thing is thrown on the street, no one will pick it up. This guy named Song is going to take you for granted!"

Upon hearing this, Sein Feiwen was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, and he stammered: "Girl, I don't have one, I...I...don't want two pieces, just one piece, just one piece!" "

"Is there more?" Sang Ye asked directly, regardless of what they thought.

"What...what...what?"

Seinfeld didn't realize what she was asking.

Sang Ye repeated it patiently.

"That's all these things, do you still have them?"

He pointed at the seemingly messy piles of gold, silver and jade on the ground.

Only then did Seinfeld understand what she was talking about, and he said repeatedly: "Yes, some, and many more."

He looked at Sang Ye expectantly and pinched his fingers nervously.

"A lot?" Sang Ye was slightly surprised.

Seinfeld smiled bitterly and nodded.

The skinny old man next to him saw that the man surnamed Song might have really gotten lucky today, exchanging a pile of rubbish for precious food, and his eyes turned red with jealousy.

He showed a flattering smile to Sang Ye and said, "Little girl, come and take a look at my things. You can't eat or drink those things. Why did you buy them? Look at mine."

As he spoke, he bent down and took out a gaudy bed sheet from the ground, shook it open, and introduced it enthusiastically.

"Look at my sheets. They are brand new and the colors are nice. You will definitely be able to use them. Isn't this more practical than that pile of rubbish?" He glanced at Sein Feiwen with disgust as he spoke.

"I don't want two loaves of bread, I just want one, just one!"

The old man looked at Sangye eagerly, hoping that she would buy his things.

Sang Ye frowned and politely refused: "Sorry, I don't need this thing."

He looked at Sein Feiwen again and asked, "Can we talk in another place?"

Sein Feiwen also saw that he might not be able to make this deal here today, so he simply stuffed all the things on the floor into his broken bag and said politely: "Please follow me."

Sang Ye stepped up to follow, ignoring all the strange looks behind him.

Sang Ye followed Sein Feiwen out of the trading market.

Seeing that he was still going forward, he said directly: "My car is here. Wherever you want to go, drive there."

Seinfeld thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, the other things are at my house, let's go get them now."

After getting in the car, Sangye asked, "Where is your home?"

"Shanty town." Seinfeld said cautiously.

Sang Ye nodded and drove directly to the shantytown.