After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Fascinated (Part 2)
They bought as much as they could, not minding even if it was taking a significant portion of their wealth.

Fortunately, there were hide bags and baskets now available for sale, which they could carry with them since their space definitely wouldn’t be enough.

They also bought bags of rice and flour, jars of various sauces and condiments, some essentials, and others. Their excited hearts could not stop thumping.

What made them even more ecstatic was the bulletin board, mentioning the products ‘under mass development’ like soap, shampoos, and paper!!!!

“Wait, there’s more!”

Salt!

It was fortunate the fruits and plants here had (trace amounts of) salt content otherwise everyone would have died from hyponatremia. But legit salt was still needed. This was equivalent to saving people’s lives!

It could even be treated as currency in and of itself!

Their hearts were still beating fast as they lined up at the checkout counter.

“This territory… is really something else,” Artie said, eyes still sparkling from the goodness.

The others nodded. To be honest, they never thought they’d see much of these things again after living in the forest for so many days.

Before the Alterans popped out the way they did, they were quite fully prepared to live on beast meat, a small variety of fruit, and disgusting gruel for the rest of their lives.

At this rate, they may be able to revive the lifestyles they had back in Terran! (Except they had a lot more trees, which was the best of both worlds!)

“It’d be best if there were no monsters though…”

A man shrugged, “For now, we only encountered levels 2 and 3 at most. Soon enough we’ll be stronger than they are!”

“Yes, yes, it’s quite hopeful!”

“I’m almost level 3 myself!”

Pip sighed, “You forget we’re at the protective period.”

The man tutted, “We’re obviously having fun, why are you throwing truth bombs!”

“…”

“Here are your items!” The cashier said with a smile, breaking their chat. The owner of the items took the items and—all while chattering nonstop— he was promptly followed by the person next in line. Soon, the last one in the group packed up.

They placed the more fragile products like ceramics in the space and the other items were placed in the animal hide backpacks and duffle bags they just bought.

They held onto these bags like treasures.

Artie wanted to speak more with Ms. Nina, so (with a blushing face) he approached her. “Ms. Nina…, hm…, how do they know who the residents are or not?”

Nina smiled proudly and told them to look at the person being served after them.

Pip couldn’t help but look back at the next person in line. It was a middle-aged woman with a scholarly feel around her. She bought a cart filled with items, and a lot were expensive items like clothes and special sauces.

They watched the person behind them show a small wooden card to the shopkeeper, and the cashier uttered a surprising number. The person bought items of similar value, but she obviously paid a lot less.

It seemed the shopkeepers could indeed determine the residency of a person.

“Cool! How does it work?”

The older woman who just got out of the counter smiled. Nina greeted her amicably.

“Ms. Rosalind!”

“Nina,” she said, “I see you’re entertaining your guests well.”

“Hehe.”

The older woman turned to the visitors. “It was made by the woodworker aborigine hired by Baron, but he signed an anti-counterfeit contract with the system, guaranteeing the legitimacy of each card.

“If there were rascals who tried to cheat, then they would automatically get blacklisted in the territory.”

She sounded very much like the teacher that she was, and the youngins couldn’t help but nod like respectful students.

Rosalind was in charge of the Education Office of the territory. While there were no schools yet, she was in charge of releasing pertinent information to the people. If there was a media outlet, then she’d be the chief editor. At least until there were schools, of course.

In any case, Rosalind had put her heart into her tasks, hoping to trigger some occupation. She had heard all the Elders had occupations and surmised it must be a requirement.

After all, she currently had the highest position in the department, and had sufficient experience in Terran, but was not titled an elder.

She still had some ambitions at her age, and she naturally hoped to have better positioning in this new world.

Pip seemed to understand this was a person with some power and was particularly respectful. “Thank you for your information. Uhm, my team and I will be forming a caravan here. Was there a way to make deals with the owner?”

“From what I heard, your territories opened a deal with the lords to purchase at twice the local market price and at much larger purchase limits.” She smiled, “You should coordinate with your respective Lords first.”

This information made everyone brighten and they nodded in understanding.

“Do you think we’d get approved?” One person asked, “What if that deal was for personal use only?”

Who would want to help potential competitors?

Pip smiled and shook his head. “The purchase limit may be larger, but it still exists. With the number of people back in our territory, do you think what the Lord could buy is enough?”

“But…”

“Think about it: Altera was so close. If they monopolized the items and increased the price too much, then it’s more likely people would just go directly to Altera!”

“Oh!”

“You’re right!”

The others calmed down at this.

Their lords were young, but they were wiser than their peers. They had a feeling their requests would get approved.

“Also… tax!” He said, “You forget I’m an economics major!”

“Bringing these in will revitalize the economy! The tax and the satisfaction of the people they could get from this is much more than what they could get from a monopoly!”

And this was true.

As such, the imminent deals with the two lords would mark the beginning of the two territories’ progress.

And all these would center in one place: Altera.

Just as Althea wanted.