After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 231

Vismont.

Later that day, the sale continued in Vismont Village, but this time they set up a stall near the village center, with the richer population as the target market. _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

They had decided on the location, with the agreement of the so-called lord, based on efficiency.

More importantly, the lord was right next to them, and this alone immediately gathered the attention of everyone around as soon as he was noticed.

The group settled down, setting up under the illumination of the torches, and they were quite crowded even before everything was set up.

They took out 1L jars of various condiments to wholesale, bags of flour, bolts of cloth, and sewing tools, all sold in gold. People started their endless inquiries as soon as they appeared.

One of the first things to notice was the bluish-green fine powder that was sold in kilogram bags.

"Matcha?" The first in line asked, and the seller smilingly shook his head.

"No, it’s flour."

"Flour?"

Other people focused on the other things, recognizing it.

"Rice!" One asked, "Why is it blue?"

"Both flour and rice are local materials. They naturally look different.

"Rest assured our experts have determined they are healthy and safe."

He cleared his throat and taught them some trivia that they got from the grocery store clerks.

"The wheat here developed chlorophyll pigments making them packed with more vitamins and minerals. It also has more antioxidant properties.

"Rice is blue because it has loads of iron, magnesium, and zinc coming from the rich soil. Very good for immunity and bone strength!

"In any case: Our territory has been consuming it for a while, and it has been only good for us!"

"Wow! How does it taste?"

More and more people asked and the Alterans, ready for such questions, took out free taste samples of everything: Be it the sauces, the condiments, the cooked rice, or the baked bread.

Without exception, those who tasted had bright eyes, their little doubt washed away by the taste.

"Wow! It’s almost the same!"

"Delicious!"

"This is amazing!!!"

"If we add this sauce to the restaurant gruel it would improve its taste 100x!"

"I, on the other hand, wouldn’t eat that joke of a gruel with rice and wheat now available!"

This marketing naturally got the trust of the people desperately wanting to believe they were real.

The crowd got bigger and bigger and the Alteran guards started imposing the organized lines because the people here were pushing each other.

Fortunately, the crowd in this area was much smaller than that of the shanty areas and were thus much easier to manage.

The lines soon organized and the people reluctantly lined up, hoping there were a lot of stocks for them.

"What are you going to buy? I can only choose one… who told me to be so poor."

"My brother lent me some money so I can buy a bit of everything for the house."

"Wow, how lucky!"

Micheal watched the commotion with a blank face, eyes looking at the lively faces of the crowd, with a mysterious expression on his face.

They were standing not far from this crowd, along with his confidants. Next to them were Sylvia and the red-headed Aborigine.

"Seeing the crowd, I wish I could buy more…" he told them, eyes staying on Silvia, who just smiled.