Shenyang City, the County Duke's Mansion.
Fang Er sat in a lounge chair by the door, watching the goose feathers of snow constantly falling outside, and opened the system panel.
November, it was time for the system to refresh again.
The system automatically refreshed to a two-yuan shop.
Combs, mirrors, and the like did not arouse Fang Er's interest at all.
After redeeming everything, he was about to click refresh when he noticed that the originally drab yellow button had changed its style at some point.
He was too lazy to ask the system what it was up to for such a minor matter.
After clicking the new refresh, the goods changed from a hardware store to a maternity and infant store.
This was the second time he had encountered mother and baby products.
Looking at the items above, Fang Er smiled.
Was the system preparing for Yue'er's confinement?
Milk powder, bottles, breast pumps.
Fish oil, calcium tablets, teething rings.
Rattles, play mats, strollers.
And so on, a total of twenty items, all of which could be used after the baby was born.
Thank you, Grandma!
Fang Er happily expressed his gratitude to the system.
The system did not respond; he didn't know what it was doing.
The second refresh was a food store.
Milk candies, melon seeds, instant noodles.
Beer, soda, mineral water.
Flipping to the next page, he suddenly saw a flash of golden light.
Where there was golden light, there was something to unlock. Fang Er quickly looked closely; it was a Russian individual combat ration pack.
The ones he had redeemed before were all stored in the warehouse, and he hadn't even tried them. Now they could be unlocked.
Redeem, third refresh.
A liquor store, boring. After redeeming everything, he switched directly to the open store.
Russian individual combat ration pack: 1 box * 500 packs * 1 kg.
At 400 wen per portion, this price was damn expensive.
He took out a box from the warehouse and started to examine its contents.
A box of self-heating rice, three cans of food, a packet of milk tea powder, a box of chocolate, and a packet of soup base.
It looked quite substantial.
He got up and placed everything on the table, took out a short knife, pried open the cans, and tried them one by one.
The first was beef, very tender, and the taste was acceptable.
The second was caviar, and it also had a good texture.
However, as soon as the third can was pried open, things took a turn for the worse.
Ugh~!
Fang Er retched as he rushed quickly towards the door.
This, it smelled worse than shit!
Just one sniff almost made him vomit his dinner.
Quickly rushing into the courtyard outside, he greedily inhaled the fresh air. Fang Er ignored the snow falling on him.
The County Duke's Mansion used heating provided by a small power plant. The rooms were at least twenty-seven or twenty-eight degrees Celsius. The smell of the canned food, roasted by the heat, became even more concentrated.
Slowly, Fang Er's face turned green. He felt like he could still smell it standing in the courtyard.
Su Feng!
He quickly took out the walkie-talkie to call someone.
He didn't dare to go back into the house.
His voice was very urgent. Su Feng, who was in the gatehouse, quickly brought his men over.
My Lord!
Quick, go into the house, take everything on the table out, and throw it outside the mansion!
Fang Er covered his nose and mouth with one hand, pointing at the house with the other, and shouted at Su Feng.
Yes, My Lord.
Su Feng heard this and walked directly in. However, before he even reached the table, he quickly retreated.
My Lord, it's too smelly!
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his stomach churning violently, and he quickly ran to the corner.
Ugh~!
After only running three or five steps, he couldn't hold it in anymore and doubled over, vomiting.
Well, his vomiting made Fang Er unable to remain calm.
Ugh~!
In an instant, both of them started vomiting.
Su Feng vomited for a while and felt a little better. As soon as he straightened up, he saw Fang Er still vomiting.
Ugh!~
The most terrifying thing about this kind of thing is that it's contagious!
Seeing this, the two servants who had come with Su Feng exchanged glances, covered their mouths and noses, and ran into the house.
Because they were prepared, the cans were taken out smoothly.
Fang Er, who had finished vomiting, was overjoyed to see the two men coming out of the house with the cans.
However, great joy is always accompanied by great sorrow.
The snow was falling all over the place, and the bluestone brick floor of the courtyard had become extremely slippery. The two men, who had rushed out of the house, slipped and fell as soon as they went down the steps.
Ah~~~!
Bang!
Because of the snow on the ground, they didn't fall too hard, but the cans they were holding flew out because of the fall.
The cans, spinning and drawing arcs in the air, flung their contents all over the courtyard.
Xiao Qing, who heard the noise in the courtyard, came out to see what was happening. As soon as she opened the door, she was splashed in the face.
Ah~!
The cold on her face first startled her, and then the rich, indescribable, and unbearable stench unceasingly entered her nostrils.
Ugh~~~!
That smell, that smell, was worse than aged shit boiled!
Xiao Qing immediately clutched the doorframe and started to vomit.
Fang Er and Su Feng, upon being provoked by her, started vomiting again.
Having already vomited up their bile, their eyes were red, and tears were uncontrollably flowing.
This stuff not only stinks, but it also stings the eyes!
The three of them vomited together. The two servants who had fallen on the ground, at the moment of their fall, instinctively released their hands covering their mouths and noses and simultaneously gasped involuntarily.
And so, two more people started vomiting.