When Zhao Qianju supported Wang Qiaoyun and led his brother and sister-in-law to the barren well on the west side of the city.
This area was already crowded with spectators, bustling with excitement.
The supermarket established by the rabbits has a very simple and clear name—written in Damo language, the plaque reads Happiness, and its full name is Happiness Supermarket.
To ensure everyone can live happily is the most basic pursuit of the rabbits.
The supermarket covers an area of about twenty-five hundred square meters, with a business area slightly over twenty-two hundred square meters.
Approximately in the 40X55 specification.
This scale can hardly be considered large.
Common Haomart or CITY SUPER outlets in Huaxia are at least one-third larger than the Happiness Supermarket.
Not to mention the giant Wal-Mart and Carrefour stores, which can be over ten or twenty thousand square meters.
However, in the small place of Chixian City with a population of less than twenty thousand and very low material living standards.
Happiness Supermarket is more than enough to open the eyes of these natives.
Considering this is the debut of Happiness Supermarket, a sixty-member duty squad was specifically deployed by the camp—fifteen of them openly, while the remaining forty-five disguised as civilians watching the show.
Although there might be some differences in skin color and physique.
But don’t forget, the camp has special chemical substances.
After applying those ’stains’, wearing a straw hat and squatting on the side.
Unless you’re paying special attention, there really isn’t much of an issue.
When Zhao Qianju’s family arrived at the supermarket entrance, a warrior stopped them.
The warrior held a small speaker, playing pre-recorded audio:
"Today, Happiness Supermarket only accepts Huaxia currency for transactions. Please display a banknote with a denomination of ten yuan or more before entering the supermarket.
The banknote is only for verification, not a compulsory shopping requirement. Feel free to purchase as needed."
Zhao Qianju hurriedly reached into his chest to get money, while Wang Qiaoyun skillfully shifted to block the view of the spectators.
Zhao Qianju took out a ten-yuan Huaxia banknote, about to show it to the on-duty warrior, but suddenly froze:
The warrior on duty in front of him was none other than the simple little warrior who had knelt opposite him a few days ago!
This is actually easy to understand.
A warrior tasked with guiding the site for the first time must be an elite soldier meeting the team’s standards.
Appearing at the supermarket’s debut to be in charge of duty is entirely normal.
After all, being simple and shy doesn’t mean they lack skills. There are countless examples of child warriors on Earth.
The little warrior obviously recognized Zhao Qianju too, showing his trademark simple smile, and using the recently learned Damo language politely addressed Wang Qiaoyun and others:
"Hello, my name is Wei Siyuan."
Zhao Qianju bowed to the little warrior, exchanged simple pleasantries, and then led his wife and the three others into the supermarket.
Just past the security check gate, without even seeing the supermarket’s full view.
Zhao Qianju’s sister-in-law Sang Xiuyin pointed at the tile floor and exclaimed, "Oh my, the floor here is so clean!"
Seeing the bright white floor, Zhao Qianju’s expression revealed some uncertainty and amazement:
Though the four of them weren’t as filthy as they used to be, they were still covered in dust and sand. If they dirty the floor...
Zhao Qianju noticed many familiar workers in the supermarket who were moving around casually.
With the trust given by the Huaxia people.
So Zhao Qianju gritted his teeth and led his wife and others through the security gate.
After passing the security gate, the entire layout of the supermarket was fully displayed in front of them.
The dazzling array of unknown items immediately left the "natives" stunned.
It took a long time for them to gradually come to their senses.
Happiness Supermarket was divided into many sections, each with a large sign on the ceiling.
The signs have Damo words like ’vegetables’, ’clothes’, ’food’, along with pictorial annotations.
Easy to understand at a glance.
A row of shopping carts lined at the supermarket entrance, marked in Damo language with "Free trial use in-store, return at checkout" signs.
The shopping cart’s appearance is somewhat similar to the handcart Zhao Qianju had seen on the construction site before, so it didn’t take him long to master the skill of pushing the shopping cart.
Then he discussed with his family and decided to first look at the nearby meat section.
Damo Realm’s slaughter industry is basically monopolized by families—the family here could refer to the city-ruling family or other small cultivation families in the city.
Under such monopoly circumstances.
Damo Realm’s edible meat prices have remained high, with an average price of 40 Copper Coins per pound.
Coupled with the situation where wages are easily deducted, ordinary civilians might not even eat three taels of meat in a month—after all, there are other living expenses.
As they approached the meat section, Zhao Qianju’s brother Zhao Qianjin whispered:
"These Huaxia people are nice, but I wonder how much they charge for what they’re selling.
After all, opening a shop is not like giving away food.
Giving food is a short-term charitable deed, you don’t have to calculate the costs and it might not even lose that much.
But opening a shop is a long-term business; it’s not reasonable to sell things to us at a loss, right?
If you ask me... if a pound of meat is within 30 copper coins, we’ll buy half a pound — Mother is turning seventy, so we have to grit our teeth and let her have a good meal."
Zhao Qianju said nothing.
This younger brother of his has been sensible since he was young and often thinks about things others wouldn’t consider.
If it weren’t for the beast tide, he would have supported his brother to go to private school.
Just as Zhao Qianjin said.
Business is meant to make money, and expecting Huaxia people to give too much of a discount on prices isn’t realistic either.
The group walked seven or eight meters and soon arrived at the meat section.
At the entrance of the meat section was a price list with pictures and text. The moment they saw it, Zhao Qianju and his group of four almost simultaneously opened their mouths wide.
Among them, the "rational middle man" Zhao Qianjin opened his mouth the widest.
"Chicken breast... five pieces for a pound... Huaxia pork 12 a pound... Huaxia beef 13 a pound..."
Wang Qiaoyun was stunned for a long time before finally blurting out a sentence:
"Oh my, that’s too cheap!"
Though this pork and beef aren’t quite the same as the usual meat in the Damo Realm.
But as a former cook, judging the quality of meat by sight isn’t hard for Wang Qiaoyun.
The color of this pork is bright red, without black or gray marks, indicating that it’s freshly slaughtered meat.
And the white fatty parts on these meats suggest they can produce a lot of oil.
Just a bit of marinating, cover the pot for simmering, and it’s a delicious meal!
The price of twelve Huaxia Coins means this pork is only 6 copper coins a pound!
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The tacit understanding between husband and wife made Zhao Qianju instantly understand his wife’s thoughts. He pondered for a moment:
"Ah Yun, dear sister-in-law.
You two are responsible for picking the meat here while Qian and I go look at the vegetable section.
We have four hundred bucks, with an old person and two kids at home.....
Let’s buy twenty... no, forty bucks worth of meat, that should be enough for two or three days.
Be sure to pick fresh ones and don’t buy too much of each, as we don’t know how they taste yet."
Wang Qiaoyun and Sang Xiuyin nodded heavily, promising: "Ah Ju (big brother-in-law) don’t worry!"
And Zhao Qianju took his brother straight to the vegetable section:
"Let’s hurry up and pick some fresh ones before the workers from the south and north of the city come, otherwise it’ll be hard to snatch them."
Upon reaching the vegetable section, Zhao Qianju froze again:
In front of him were all kinds of vegetables, even more than the meat section.
Some were familiar ones like potatoes, cabbage, and mushrooms seen on the construction site, while others were unknown, with only their names in Damo script on the signboards.
"Brother, what should we pick?"
Zhao Qianju’s gaze quickly scanned around. When he saw a glass jar, his eyes brightened:
"First, get me that pickled mustard stem!"
Zhao Qianju and his group of four walked out of the supermarket carrying a large pile of things, each with a happy smile on their face.
On the way home, looking at the Wei-engraved tents.
Zhao Qianjin suddenly sighed, "Why don’t those Huaxia people just do something ruthless and take this city from the Wei Family? It’s not like they can’t do it."
The two women beside them were confusedly questioning, while Zhao Qianju understood the underlying meaning of his brother’s words:
Zhao Qianjin had already seen the trickery between Huaxia and the Wei Mansion; at least both parties couldn’t possibly have just a simple subordinate relationship as publicly shown.
Hearing his brother’s sentiment, Zhao Qianju said calmly:
"Having the ability to do something and actually doing it are two different things. A family that views even lowly lives like ours as human, how could they do such things?
As Political Commissar Huang on the construction site would say, this is called the demeanor of a great nation..."
Zhao Qianjin took a deep look at his brother and said:
"Brother, you’ve changed."
Zhao Qianju was slightly taken aback:
"Yeah, I’ve gotten fatter, didn’t you know already?"
Zhao Qianjin shook his head: "I’m not talking about your body."
Then he fell into silence for a while, seemingly making a firm decision:
"Brother, next time I want to go to the construction site too."