Scientific Travel

There were many people on the street, perhaps because the temperature had risen to around ten degrees Celsius.

Originally, only shops were open, but now there are many more shelves along the street, and many people spread out cloths on the ground and put their goods on them.

Deng Yin hadn't seen this situation in a long time, and his mood improved considerably.

Deng went to a small stall selling wontons. "Boss, a bowl of wontons, please."

The stall owner recognized Deng Yin; she had previously bought two hundred bowls of wontons from her and had even hired him to make wontons at her house for a whole day.

"The wontons are here."

In addition to wontons, the owner also served two pancakes and a side dish.

Deng Yin stopped the shop owner and asked, "I only want a bowl of wontons."

The boss looked quite old, with gray hair, and had a kind appearance.

"You've bought many bowls of wontons from me before, and you even let me make wontons at your house. If it weren't for your support, I don't know if my family would have been able to get through this winter. This is just a small token of my appreciation, and I hope you won't find it offensive."

There were many customers, and the owner went to get busy after saying that.

Deng Yin looked at the bowl of wontons. The soup was clear but full of flavor. The meat filling was so plentiful that it seemed to burst the skin, and there were a few small shrimp floating on top.

There's too much wonton in this bowl.

Deng Yin took a bite of the wonton, and it tasted the same as before.

After Deng Yin left, the owner came over to wipe the table. Deng Yin only ate one pancake, and put the other one in the bowl of wontons.

The bowl made a clattering sound as the owner moved around, and then he took out the pancake.

There are five silver coins inside.

Deng Yin, from the planet Heze, is an orphan who lives alone and relies on repairing electrical appliances for a living.

Now, she has wealth that most people don't have. She spent most of it on stockpiling goods and upgrading her space, but even the little money she has left is more than most people.

I bought wontons. I just thought they were delicious, never imagining that the owner's family would have to get through a cold winter because of them.

Although Deng Yin doesn't come often, he knows how many people are buried in this cold winter.

Deng Yin had no heroism; he never thought of saving others, let alone that anyone could survive because of their momentary cravings.

Taking on the fate of others is too heavy a burden. Deng Yin is just an ordinary person, or rather, a little worse than an ordinary person. She is an emotionally volatile person and cannot bear such a heavy burden.

Although she was indeed somewhat pleased by what the wonton stall owner had said.

The wonton stall owner was wrong about one thing: it wasn't Deng Yin who saved his family, but his own skill.

Deng Yin used to buy something from every stall he passed by, and now there are more people selling vegetables.

The vegetable that could harm people when cooked in a pot seemed to have only been around for a short time, lasting less than a month. Now, whether you cut off the root or cut it in half, the vegetable will die.

Deng Yin wouldn't interfere with other people's fates, but hoarding goods was related to her own. If anyone else survived because of the money she spent on hoarding goods, it was all fate.

Fate is something that cannot be seen or touched, yet it can explain all accidents and intentions.

Deng Yin stayed at home that night. It would be difficult to leave if he went to Aunt Wang's house. He would wait until he could stay longer before going.

Deng Yin found a large inn, changed her clothes and put on makeup there. Since she had decided to stock up on goods, she might as well be professional.

Buy any vegetables that look even remotely fresh, even if you don't eat them yourself, you can feed them to the animals.

She also bought a lot of concentrated feed for the horses. Although her horses eat everything, feeding them more professionally should make them run faster.

Each household buys one-third of the seasonings and such.

The tornado disaster appears to be the least impactful natural disaster so far; the prices of goods have dropped significantly, almost back to what they were when Deng Yingang arrived.

Scarcity drives up prices; even if Deng Yin buys up all the seasonings now, the merchants can still get the same amount of goods the next day.

I didn't buy much fabric; most of what I bought were ready-made garments.

Deng Yin has not yet unlocked the skill of making clothes.

To buy the right size ready-made clothes, you have to pre-order. The clothes that Deng Yin pre-ordered all looked plain and unremarkable, with few patterns and short production cycles.

In addition to her own size, Deng Yin also ordered sizes that were not Fei Fei's, Wei Wu Jiang's, or Gao Rui Ze's.

Although Wei Wujiang is gone now, there's no guarantee he won't meet someone with the same size as him in the future.

Although temperatures are rising, it is still September. Normally, temperatures will only continue to drop.

Therefore, most of the clothes sold in the shop were thick clothes. Deng Yin bought half thick clothes and half thin clothes, so that no matter what natural disasters came next, he would have clothes to wear.

Deng Yin knew more than others; she knew that an extreme heat disaster was coming, but she didn't know how long the current tornado disaster would last.

No matter how mature Feifei is, she is still a child. Deng Yin bought a lot of toys that Wang Xi liked, as well as a lot of snacks that children love to eat.

Since I'm being called "older sister," I should at least act like one.

This was the most thorough sweep Deng Yin had ever done. There wasn't enough room in the yard, so Deng Yin took advantage of the absence of anyone to pack up the goods and store them in his spatial storage several times.

This shopping spree didn't end until I had visited every single shop on the street.

Whether anyone will extend their life due to the profits from this stockpiling is entirely up to fate.

Deng Yin's hearing has always been very good, and there were always footsteps behind her on her way home.

There were very few people in that alley. Deng walked through it eight times, and each time he heard footsteps behind him.

Once is a coincidence, twice is an accident.

Eight times...

It was intentional.

Although Deng Yin's nutrition has improved, his physical condition is still not good, and he can't beat most people in a fight.

Deng Yin tucked his hand into his sleeve, and when he pulled it out, a stun gun was in his hand.

When the stun gun is off, it's only about the size of a palm; that's the part you hold.

Turn on the switch, and the electric current transforms into a straight sword beam. Anything that touches this sword beam will suffer even worse consequences than if it had encountered a sword itself.

The stun gun also has an invisible current mode. When this mode is activated, the current is invisible to the naked eye, but its power is not diminished at all.

Deng Yin activated the electric stealth mode on the stun gun in his hand, setting it to a three-level current mode within a one-meter range.

A level 3 current can easily stun an adult, and within a one-meter radius, it can ensure that innocent people will not be harmed.

The people following Deng Yin did nothing but follow him.

A person who can't even hide her footsteps—you can imagine how much the person behind her despises her to send someone like that.

It seems someone has indeed noticed her. What is their purpose?

They were after money, or perhaps they wanted to know where all those things had gone.

The former is better, since Deng Yin has no money left anyway.

If it's the latter...

Why not suspect that there might be a tunnel in her house?

Is it because you think this reason is unreasonable, or...?

I've already searched her house...

Deng Yin only knew that there were footsteps behind him, but afraid of alerting the enemy, he dared not turn around to see where the person had gone.

When Deng Yin finished buying the last batch of goods and went home, the person behind her seemed to know that she wouldn't come out again, and their footsteps quickened.

Deng Yin gripped the stun gun tightly in his hand. The voice behind him grew closer and closer—10 meters, 8 meters, 5 meters...