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Chapter 137 Its much worse

"Okay, don't say anything anymore."

Without giving Wei Na a chance to continue speaking, An Jiuyue interrupted him.

"You said you don't need to eat or drink, so why are you so involved in my earning money? Is it you or me? I really doubt that you really want to break free from the space and run out of it."

Wei Na: “!!!”

In all conscience, he would never have such thoughts.

Not to mention that he is a resident in the micro-nano space, even if he can escape, it depends on whether he can survive outside!

Besides, he was staying well in the micro-nano space, so why did he run out?

"Master, I have no such idea, absolutely not!"

He quickly assured.

From then on, he never said anything about what happened in the points mall, okay? The owner could redeem whatever he wanted, and he didn't say a word.

"I didn't say yes."

An Jiuyue replied to him calmly.

Of course she knew that Wei Na didn't want her to redeem the mushrooms in the space. He wanted her to sell them for her own good, but the key point is that what she needs most now is not money, but to expand the scope of use in the space.

ah.

"Master, I have roughly calculated that if you put that pile of mushrooms in the points mall and exchange them, you can get 5,000 to 6,000 points, but it is still far short of the points you want to cultivate your first pasture."

Wei Na thought for a while and said again.

Hearing this, An Jiuyue fell silent.

Yes, even if all the mushrooms are exchanged, it won't be enough for her to cultivate half of the pasture. This is the key issue.

"It doesn't matter, starting from tomorrow, I will teach Zheng'er and Rong'er to learn knowledge. They have just reached the age of enlightenment. They can also earn points. As for other points, take your time and you will always be the first.

A piece of pasture was reclaimed."

She is not in a hurry, she has to take her time no matter what.



In a newly built thatched hut, there were several pale-faced men and women who kept coughing. They looked like they were sick and had been kicked out by the villagers to live in that hut.

There were also some men and women who looked relatively good, who were also family members of the infected people, and they were all kicked out to live in thatched huts.

Regardless of whether they were infected or not, they all looked miserable, and some of them couldn't stand the situation. They had been crying for several days, and their eyes were like rabbits.

"What can we do? Are we really going to die here?"

One of the women had a sad face, secretly raised her hand, wiped away her tears, and asked quietly, which could be regarded as asking herself.

Many people in their village have been infected with the disease, and almost every day people are kicked out and live in these temporary huts.

"snort."

A woman came in with a bowl of turbid soup from outside.

Seeing that the woman was crying again, she couldn't help but snorted loudly, and looked at the bowl of soup in her hand with disgust.

This is not medicine, but a bowl of wild vegetable soup, but there are very few wild vegetables in the soup, and only a few vegetable leaves can be vaguely seen floating on the surface of the soup.

She really wanted to have a full meal, but there was no way. In this hut, it was already good to have this bowl of wild vegetable soup.

"If you weren't useless, I would have taken you to live in Anjia Village long ago. Now you are all enjoying the good food and drink. How could you be here with an old man who wants to die!"


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