So the only option left to her was to carry some clay pots and give the rest to the citizens of the base.
After that, Ivy went to another meeting. This time, it was with a woman who had kept stacks of woven hand fans. The woman was greedy, asking for sugar.
"Sugar is rare," Ivy said, narrowing her eyes.
The woman crossed her arms. "Then no fans."
Ivy thought for a moment. Then she pulled out a packet of sugar.
The woman's eyes widened, and she quickly snatched it, tossing the hand fans to Ivy.
Ivy laughed softly to herself as she carried them back.
She couldn't carry any electronic items that could cool her father and mother, so the only thing she could do was give them hand fans.
She didn't stop there. Her third meeting was with a group of teenagers.
They had found a pile of big straw hats in a warehouse and were trying to trade them for soda.
Ivy's lips curled. "Soda? That's useless."
The boys shrugged. "Then no trade."
