Nicole was bleeding Weasel dry at this point.She teased him. "A hundred pounds."Weasel looked completely defeated. "Fine. You're the boss."Getting the goods together would take time, so they agreed to make the trade three days later.It was still early, so the two of them headed to the trading street by the department store to see if they could pick up anything useful for later.The temperature had started climbing, but at -58, the cold still cut straight through people. The few pedestrians on the road hurried along with their heads down.Wearing thick gloves, Zeph held Nicole's hand as they walked.She still wasn't used to being that close to someone. Instinctively, she tried to pull away, but he refused to let go.After that, Nicole stopped resisting.When they reached the trading street, they browsed stall by stall until they unexpectedly found a compact threshing machine about waist-high. It could process wheat, barley, oats, corn, and over a dozen other crops.Nicole
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