In the end, interests determine everything.
No matter if it's in the Federation, or here, in Lapar.
Pedro's attention shifted away from those leaving on horseback. He looked at the grocery store owner, "Do you still have any stock?"
He dug into his pocket and pulled out thirty yuan, "I also want to buy some wheat flour."
The grocery store owner patted both sides of his pants, then spread out his hands, "Look, you just came a bit late, but don't worry, on the fifteenth, they will bring new grain."
"You can buy some tree wheat flour or potatoes?"
"Although the taste isn't as good as wheat kernels and wheat flour, at least it fills the stomach."
Listening to the owner's words, Pedro thought about the remaining food at home and shook his head, "Then I'll wait a little longer."
Afterward, he headed in the direction of the school.
