The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

The snow had been falling for days. Tutu, who was covered like a raccoon, crouched under a tree and fiddled with the system's newly discovered function, the scanning function within a range of 50 meters.

Make sure there is no one there, and act quickly. Evaluate each house first, but don't put them on the shelves. Tutu thinks there are so many houses and wants to try some of her previous guesses.

She climbed up the hillside and scanned the entire village. Sure enough, the system showed that the dilapidated village was worth 860 points. As a whole, the dilapidated village was worth many more points than each house alone, about points more. In other words, roads, drying yards, and other infrastructure facilities could also be counted as real estate.

The village was small, with only 39 courtyards and a few independent small houses. The number of collapsed ruins was almost greater than the number of courtyards.

I returned to the hillside and scanned the entire village and put it on the shelf. The entire village disappeared instantly, and a whole village map appeared on the shelf, with roads, drying yards, and ruins all on it. A large irregular piece of brown land suddenly appeared on the snow-covered ground.

After observing for a while, I found that the edge of the ground after it disappeared was indeed very neat, as if it was cut by a knife.

Tutu took a long-handled shovel, walked a few meters and shoveled the pit with the shovel. It took him about three hours to run around the edge of the pit. The pit no longer looked too neat and abrupt.

It took more than three hours, and it was already very late at night. I walked back with the hammer. The snow started to fall again. The weather forecast said it would snow heavily. The weather forecast has been getting more and more accurate in recent years. Tutu was very happy. This snow was also part of her plan, which could cover the overly flat bottom of the pit.

She sneezed loudly, rubbed her nose, picked up the shovel and prepared to ride her bike home. If you ask her if she was afraid of walking at night, it was actually okay, because the long-handled shovel gave her confidence.

But on the way back to ride her electric bike, she was surrounded, and she carried a shovel and confronted five kittens who were blocking her way.

When she collected the village, it disappeared and the small animals inside were driven out and reappeared in the pit. The mice and a few kittens were stunned for a moment and then fled in all directions.

She didn't expect that someone would block her here. The leading cat was a tabby cat with flower arms, and it led its little cat brothers to stare at Tutu with an oppressive feeling.

Tutu slammed the big shovel on the ground, leaving a hole where it was. The cats jumped up in fright.

The encirclement retreated a little, but the cats still refused to leave. Tutu took out a sausage from the bag, and the kittens' formation was in disarray and they became a little agitated.

The smallest yellow kitten couldn't help but "meow~meow~"

The tattooed big man called out in a low voice a few times, and the kittens suppressed their desire for the sausages, and everyone started to "meow" seriously again.

Tutu thought it was very funny. "Oh, it's still a serious cat."

Tutu rummaged through his bag and found three sausages and a braised chicken foot in it, which were not enough for all the kittens.

She unpacked all the ham sausages and braised chicken feet and threw them into the cat one by one.

The kittens became confused and jumped up to catch the ham.

The flower-armed boss didn't have time to keep an eye on Tutu, as he was busy suppressing the younger brothers who were trying to steal food. The kittens huddled together.

Tutu ran away quickly with the hammer, quickly returned to the electric bike, and quickly left the cat fight scene.

Tutu hasn't contacted Muguo these days. Time flies faster on Muguo's side, and seventeen or eighteen days have passed there.

The water level here in Muguo has dropped to the cave halfway up the mountain.

This cave is the residence of their tribe. As soon as the water level dropped here, the tribe leader sent people to explore it.

When the young man sent to investigate came out with red eyes, the clan leader already knew the result.

The chieftain was very old and had experienced more than one flood. Every time a flood occurred, many of the tribesmen would return to the embrace of the Mother Goddess.

This river is like a moody teenager, venting his violent emotions on the people living along the banks every dozen rainy seasons.

Now none of the tribesmen are in danger, they just lost some property, this is already the mercy of the Mother Goddess.

Back in the house, the tribe leader took out the treasures that she had carried with her when she fled the flood, ground them carefully, and occasionally added some leaves with strange fragrance and unknown items.

The ground powder was poured into the big pot in the kitchen, and the tribesmen drank a big bowl of the medicine soup with their teeth bared. Except for the infants, even the youngest children tried their best to drink a small bowl, not daring to waste a mouthful. Because the tribe leader promised that after drinking the medicine soup, they would get a big bowl of fragrant rice porridge. Adult tribesmen also had porridge to drink, but it was much thinner, but equally sweet.

Muguo drank porridge very carefully. She was not like the other tribesmen who had nothing to worry about as long as they had porridge to drink. The tribe leader would discuss everything with her during this period. She knew clearly that the receding flood was the beginning of another difficult period.

The rain has stopped, which means the end of the rainy season and the beginning of the harvest season. However, in the hunting grounds that have been ravaged by the flood, there is no way to guarantee the acquisition of food, and the fruits that represent the abundant harvest of the harvest season will also disappear after the flood. So migration is inevitable.

The patriarch had experienced three migrations. The first was a tribal war. The tribe’s territory was attacked and they had to migrate downstream along the river in a hurry.

At that time, the tribe leader had not yet become the tribe leader and was still receiving instruction from the old tribe leader. The defeat caused them to lose part of their heritage, and they could only rely on the oral narration of the severely injured old tribe leader to recall some of their past glory.

They temporarily settled down in a forest with lush grass and water. The old patriarch, who did not survive a rainy season, returned to the arms of the Mother Goddess before he could impart all his knowledge.

More than a decade later, a wildfire destroyed their hunting grounds and they were forced to migrate again.

The tribe's current land has experienced many floods, and the tribe leader has not made up her mind until Muguo showed a miracle. She felt that this was the guidance of the mother goddess. It was time to return to her childhood memory, the tribe's land that represented the lost glory, where the migration began and where the glory resumed.

Muguo didn't have as much confidence as the chief, she knew clearly what a "miracle" was. She had a certain number of points, and Tutu's money to buy supplies was also limited. Just trading supplies with Tutu would not solve the tribe's development problems.

Migration is the only solution. Although she lacks confidence, she is a fruit merchant and she must collect fruits and earn points to maintain her business.

Tutu explained that this was a transaction that benefited both parties, not a one-sided help, and that the plane system that was opened in advance also saved her two years.

But Muguo insisted that half of Tutu's loan was hers, and Tutu carefully matched various supplies and considered her various life needs, which was help.

Tutu was ready to go out and buy supplies with high morale.

As a result, he was stopped by a phone call. The village chief, Grandpa Liu, called my father and gave him a fluent praise, saying that he had impressed my father.

Dad took Tutu and Mom back to the village in confusion.

The village chief, Sixth Grandfather, and Second Uncle were standing at the entrance of the village waiting for them. Dad, who had never been treated like this before, hurried over to help him. Sixth Grandfather was older, but in fact he was only less than ten years older than Second Uncle.

Sixth Grandpa pushed away Dad's hand and muttered, "I'm not old yet, no need for support." Then he smiled and said to Tutu, "Tutu, come on, come to my house and sit down, we two can chat. You from the third family can come too."

Dad walked behind with Uncle No. 2 helplessly, asking Uncle No. 2 if he knew what was going on. Uncle No. 2 told him to listen to it himself, and did not explain. Dad became even more curious.