After cashing in the deposit, Song Ziyu traveled back to the Longshan settlement with a batch of supplies.

The current Longshan settlement is very busy and prosperous.

Although many people were killed and injured in the first trade, the huge benefits made everyone realize that within a few days, a second trade team with a larger size and stronger defense force was organized, bringing a large amount of supplies with them.

let's go.

This time the goal of the Big Three is very clear---get more weapons!

Ma Senming persuaded other decision-makers, including Song Ziyu, to prepare to attack an old village five kilometers south of the Longshan settlement!

It is occupied by a large number of infected and mutated zombies, making it a paradise for the dead and a restricted area for the living.

This is a place that no one should ever set foot on.

But Ma Senming heard that there was a large amount of supplies stored in that village. Once these supplies were obtained, the settlement would make a fortune, and he felt excited just thinking about it.

The reason why I didn't dare to make any decisions before was that Longshan was too poor and didn't have the risk of trial and error.

But it’s different now!

Now Longshan has money, people and materials, and can trade more weapons, ammunition and defense equipment, enough to organize a big adventure.

Originally, Song Ziyu was not interested in attacking cities and plundering territory. After all, killing and killing was not cost-effective.

But when Ma Senming told himself that there was a lot of gold in that village... he immediately became interested.

Song Ziyu immediately allocated a batch of supplies to the three giants to buy weapons and ammunition.

The Big Three are just waiting for the trade team to return with guns and ammunition, and then give it a fuck.

Watching the trade caravan leave, Ma Senming turned back to Song Ziyi and said, "Brother Song, would you like to show me your face and ask me to treat you to a meal?"

heard this

, Song Ziyu was stunned, and then asked: "Mr. Ma, is there something wrong?"

After dealing with him for such a long time, Song Ziyu has a very good understanding of Ma Senming's character.

This old man is a typical pragmatist, the kind who doesn't let the eagle go before he sees the rabbit.

Now that Yan Jiansheng actually wanted to treat him to a meal, Song Ziyu immediately realized that this meal might not be delicious.

"Let's talk at the dinner table." Ma Senming's face turned slightly red.

Song Ziyu didn't refuse and entered the Ma family's old house.

At the dinner table, Song Ziyu looked at several dishes: dried earthworms, roasted mice, fried aged bacon with mushrooms, boiled bitter grass rhizomes, and then the canned meat and bulk fifty-percent white wine that he sold to the settlement.

Looking at these things, Song Ziyu had no appetite. After all, he was tired of eating chicken, duck, and fish, so how could he eat these things?

But I also knew in my heart that this was probably the best food that Ma Senming could produce.

"Xiao Song, use your chopsticks. Why don't you eat? Don't be polite." Ma Senming advised the dish while taking a sip of Lao Baiganr.

"This wine is really good, with a mellow aftertaste." Ma Senming said with a smile.

Song Ziyu glanced at Ma Zhiqiang and Ma Zhiheng, who were sitting dryly with them, and then at the Ma family members who stood in a row and did not dare to serve. She felt that the rules of this family were really strict.

Song Ziyu said to Ma Senming: "Why don't you let all your family members come to the table together?"

"How can that be done! This will neglect the guests!" Ma Senming said: "When my father was at home, women could only eat by the stove when guests came to the house. Now the rules are very tolerant."

Song Ziyu smiled and said: "I can't control what other guests do, but since Mr. Ma invited me to be a guest at home, then just listen to me."

After saying that, Song Ziyu glanced at the girl with pigtails standing next to her. Her eyes never left the dishes on the table.

"Okay then..." Seeing Song Ziyu's insistence, Ma Senming couldn't say anything more, so he allowed the family members to come to the table for dinner.

The atmosphere became lively now. The children may not have eaten meat for a long time, so they were very happy to eat. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Ma Zhiqiang and Ma Zhiheng's attitudes towards Song Ziyu also quietly changed.

Of course, if there are more people, no one will stare at Song Ziyu, and no one will find out what Song Ziyu ate.

After three rounds of drinking, Song Ziyu asked Ma Senming: "Mr. Ma, is there anything you need me to do?"

"Xiao Song, you are a cheerful and understanding person. I really want something from you."

Hearing that the family was about to talk about business and the family members were about to leave the table, Song Ziyu advised: "There is no need to leave. If you have anything to say, just talk here. It won't be in the way."

Song Ziyu is a person who grew up in the new era and cannot stand the strict hierarchy of this family concept.

But this kind of performance means something else in the eyes of the Ma family!

Xiao Song doesn't regard himself as an outsider, Ma Senming thought.

As for the female relatives of the Ma family, they feel that Song Ziyu is very approachable, especially the children of the Ma family, who are particularly close to this "uncle".

With this atmosphere in place, Ma Senming no longer had any worries and said directly: "I would like to ask Xiao Song to give me some crop seeds."

As soon as Ma Senming's words came out, Song Ziyu knew that the old man regretted it.
Chapter completed!