Apocalypse Prefer the Beast World Real Estate Market (Joyread) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 Opening Day

As Rosalie’s other skills improved, she didn’t notice much change at first.

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But her strength was different. Very different. That night, while making dinner, she grabbed Cameron by the collar and tried to push him out of the kitchen.

She barely used any force. The next second, his top ripped apart.

Cameron froze, bare-chested, his face turning bright red. He gave her a flirtatious look and teased, “Matriarch, you’re into this? You like it rough?”

Rosalie answered by grabbing him and tossing him straight outside.

Rosalie’s farming work kept growing. Bundles of harvested rice stalks were delivered to her home every day.

She spent her time pounding rice, picking cotton, and fluffing it. She was so busy she wished she had eight hands.

At first, she worked in her backyard. But the polished rice still had to be carried all the way to the rice shop, which was far.

In the end, Rosalie moved all her work to the shop.

One day, she ran into Reva in the city. She glanced at Rosalie, then quickly lowered her head and hurried away.

It seemed the warning last time had worked. As long as Reva behaved herself, Rosalie had no reason to look for trouble with her.

Seven days passed in a blink. It was the opening day of the rice shop.

Before the doors even opened, a crowd had already gathered. Every tribe had sent people out to farm-some grew rice, others grew cotton.

But those who had tried planting rice complained. The grains were yellow, and when they picked one and tasted it raw, it was bitter and rough.

As for cotton, it looked soft and pretty, but nothing special stood out.

Creaaak!

The doors of the rice shop opened wide. Two strong beastmen stood on each side of the entrance, guarding the door to stop troublemakers.

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Chapter 62 Opening Day

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Rosalie stepped forward. Someone recognized her and shouted in surprise, “It’s the pork stew stall owner!”

“No wonder we haven’t seen her lately; she’s opening a rice shop!”

Rosalie’s pork stew was famous. For two weeks, some people couldn’t buy any at all. Later, when she stopped selling at her stall, the only place to get it was the House of Delicacies.

But their pork stew was limited and much more expensive. Many families could only afford a few bites when their female really craved it.

Someone laughed and called out, “Boss! You made such a big scene. What does a rice shop even sell?”

“Yeah! I tried that rice. It was bitter and awful. You can’t eat it!”

Voices overlapped. A few people argued back, customers who had eaten rice at the House of Delicacies.

Rosalie raised both hands slightly. “Everyone, please be quiet.”

The noisy crowd fell silent, all eyes turning to her.

“I’ll answer every question. Be patient.

“First, rice is a staple food. What you tasted was bitter because the outer husk can’t be eaten. It must be processed and cooked.

“Second, today is our opening day. Anyone who buys ten coins worth of rice today will receive one cotton quilt for free.”

The beastmen, who had only ever eaten corn oatmeal as their main food, stirred with interest. A new staple food was tempting.

“And anyone who helped with planting can tell me their name,” Rosalie added. “I have a list. You’ll get rice for free.”

With that, Rosalie stepped aside. The crowd surged in.

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