Chapter 1487: 1474. Conscience Merchant
Chapter 1487 1474. Conscience businessman
A team of aborigines transporting food waded through the weeds in the forest and strode towards the walled city two hundred miles away.
Most of the natives who transported food were men who had passed their prime of life, unable to directly join the legion to participate in the battle, they were organized by the chiefs of the tribe to send the cassava flour and dried moss accumulated in the city to the south.
The aboriginal tribes live in the mountains and hardly raise horses. The transport team only has one carriage.
Other men carried food on their bodies and sent it to the front line on foot.
This time, after they delivered the food to the designated location, they hurried towards the city wall. The road they took was not a big road. On the way back, the man can only go to some places where the grass is not so dense.
The captain of the team is an old hunter with very experience in jungle hunting. He is at the front of the team, exploring and avoiding those thorny thorn bushes.
Some people chatted quietly in the team, met some berry trees along the way, and stopped to step on some sour berries together. These berries are also a rare food for them. Cooking them with moss and ferns is a bit It is easier to swallow if it is sour.
Originally, the woodland in this mountain range is so rich, there are mushrooms, wild fruits, small animals in the forest, and sometimes some bird eggs can be found from the bird's nest in the crown of the tree.
Although there are often monsters, there will also be warriors in the tribe to hunt and kill those monsters...
Food has never been a problem for the aborigines of these Aigrod tribes. Hunting and gathering can completely fill their stomachs.
This is also the main reason why they moved down from Moyun Ridge and lived in the forest. The products are abundant.
It’s just that the evil spirits came. They not only eat people, but also eat other wild animals in the mountains.
When you are very hungry, you can even eat weeds, moss, and bark.
Not only has the mountains become extremely dangerous, but there are also fewer sources of food, and life in the tribe has become much more difficult than before.
The warriors in every city are fighting against this group of evil spirits, but the evil spirits are covered with a layer of black bone armor, and they can easily pull out a bone spur from their bodies to fight. It's hard to beat them.
With strong force and large numbers, the evil spirits have become the real hunters in this jungle.
If the tribal warriors want to win, they must offer sacrifices to the demon **** on the altar to pray for the blessing of the **** and demon.
Yes... In the past, almost all the sacrifices came from monsters in the mountains, and there were very few sacrifices in the tribe.
Now those monsters are almost slaughtered by the evil spirits. If they want to get sacrifices, they have to go to the wilderness further north, or kill more evil spirits.
The warriors in the tribe can only lurk in the woods and attack those evil spirits who are more than three meters tall and run more recklessly than wild boars...
Many times, ordinary aborigines have to hide in the walled city, and usually rely on digging the roots of plants around the walled city to feed themselves. The best thing to dig is cassava, but this food is unpalatable. The lips were swollen and high, and the saliva continued to flow down the corners of the mouth.
In the past year or so, it has become very difficult for the indigenous people to eat meat.
Now, the elders of the tribe finally stood up and united everyone to prepare to fight against the evil spirits on Moyunling. Everyone's fighting spirit was rekindled.
The Aigrod clan will never run away from war. Everyone is working hard and ready to fight those evil spirits.
The supplies on the cart were already empty, but the carriage was very rough, and the old horse had a bit of a hard time pulling it up. The wooden wheels ran over the grass, leaving two deep ruts.
There is not much food stored in the walled city. For this expedition to Moyunling, everyone transported almost all edible things to the front.
Women and children now collect edible things around the Walled City every day.
Although life is very difficult, at least everyone is resisting...
And this kind of life has added something called 'hope' in everyone's heart.
This food transport team is heading north, planning to spend two days returning to the city.
This distance is not too short, every day from morning to night, the sleeping time is compressed to only a few hours.
The natives were walking forward when they saw two imperial men standing in front of a bush not far away. There were light red lantern fruits hanging on these bushes, but it seemed that they had no intention of picking them.
There are very few imperial people in this jungle, and the imperial people basically will not cross the Moyun Ridge, but the natives can tell at a glance that these two are imperial people, one of them is wearing a very delicate metal armor, It should be regarded as a young warrior, and the other is wearing a gorgeous robe, better than the clothes worn by the big witches in the tribe, and holding a wooden staff inlaid with gems in his hand.
There is no hostility in the eyes of these two imperialists. Although this group of natives maintains some vigilance, there is nothing to be afraid of. There are so many of them!
And they also know that the imperial people who wear long robes hardly know how to fight.
The natives originally didn't want to have any communication with these two people, but they were standing in a perfect position. They had never encountered a bush with so many ripe berries hanging on the road, and they really didn't want to give up this bush.
So the captain led everyone up...
The two imperial men looked exhausted. The soldier could actually speak the native language, and said when he came up:
"We want to meet Elder Ambrobi. According to our agreement, I brought some weapons and food this time!"
The captain of the food transportation team was a little dazed, and looked around again and again, wondering where they hid the transportation team.
But they quickly accepted the two Imperials, and felt that they would not lie about it...
…
Suldak and Basil were mixed into a food transport team in this way. The two of them originally wanted to fly a little further north.
But Basil's magic handle actually had a small problem. The magic circle on the levitation device needed to be repaired. Although he had the repaired magic materials with him, it needed to be ground into magic ink, which would take a little time. .
The two were discussing how to go north in front of a bush, when they saw the food transport team coming from the woods.
Suldak immediately went up to communicate. The captain was very friendly. Seeing that they were imperial people from Handanar County in the south, he invited them to ride in the only carriage of the grain transport team.
During the break, the natives took out some food and distributed it to Suldak and Basil.
The climate here is relatively warm, but there is no harsh sunshine, and there is also a cool wind blowing from the north.
Sitting in a place where the trees are not too dense to rest, looking at the greenery all over the mountains and plains, will make people feel enlightened.
Suldak is certainly not a stingy person. After accepting the poor-looking food from the natives, he immediately took out a stack of baked wheat cakes from his magic pocket.
These were originally meant to be given to them, and some were exchanged at this time, and the natives readily accepted it.
The natives have never seen wheat cakes!
One bite, the rich aroma of wheat immediately made them chew with squinted eyes. This thing is much more delicious than cassava dumplings.
The wheat cakes baked in the canteen of the West Route Army are almost completely made according to the marching standards. A wheat cake is about 14 inches, and a wheat cake is a day's ration.
According to the eating method of the heavy armored infantry of the West Route Army, they have to cook a pot of thick soup to eat with these wheat cakes.
These natives didn't use it at all. They just piled the lantern fruit they had just collected on the wheat cake, crushed it with their big hands, and then ate it in such a big way.
Each person ate a whole piece of baked wheat cake, and they still seem to be unsatisfied...
Finally, I did not forget to praise the deliciousness of these foods.
This stunned the magician Basil who sat frowning and ate the wheat cake. There was no butter, no meat pie and tomato cabbage. The wheat cake was simply unpalatable. He only cut half of his palm Such a big piece, nibbled at the side, and took a sip of the black tea in the kettle from time to time.
But seeing the satisfied expressions of this group of natives, Basil even wondered if they were eating the same kind of food as himself.
Surdak saw that the natives ate up all the wheat cakes in their hands, and took out another stack to share with everyone.
But he didn't expect that the group of natives didn't accept it happily. Although there was some desire in their eyes, no one reached out to take it. Even if Suldak handed the wheat cake, they didn't accept it.
Suldak was a little strange, so he asked them:
"Why don't you take it? Don't you like to eat this?"
The captain of the food transportation team put his hands on his stomach, and said a little shyly: "It's not that we don't like it. These are the most delicious things we've ever eaten. It's just that we really can't exchange anything with you."
"It's okay, I don't want your stuff, these wheat cakes are for you..."
No matter what Suldak said, the natives of the food transport team refused to accept it, especially when they heard that the food was to support the tribe against the frontline evil spirits, everyone shook their heads like rattles.
Gifts are not accepted, but exchanges are acceptable.
But they were so poor that they couldn't even wear fur clothes. Some of them even wore grass skirts and bare feet. They had almost nothing but a bundle of straw ropes on their backs.
But Suldak later discovered that these indigenous men were covered with tattoos.
The tattoos in the indigenous tribes are almost always commemorative of something. For example, when they hunt for the first time in their lives, they will tattoo the appearance of their prey on their arms. A wife will also remember it.
It doesn't mean they have a bad memory, it's just custom...
These aborigines have some decorative necklaces on their necks and wrists. These necklaces are decorated with tough straw ropes and some animal teeth and polished bones. It’s just that they have been on them for too long. The original colors of the decorations are no longer visible.
Suldak saw that in addition to all kinds of strange teeth, a turquoise the size of a thumbnail was strung on the necklace of an aborigine.
The bright green color made Suldak stop his eyes. He pointed to the small stone and said to the native: "You can exchange this stone with me. This thing is not bad..."
The native didn't know whether he understood it or didn't understand it. Anyway, seeing Suldak pointing at his necklace, he immediately took the bone-tooth necklace off his neck and hung it on Suldak's arm. Going up, happily took another piece of wheat cake, then walked back shaking his head.
He didn't eat the wheat cake again, but strung the wheat cake with a straw rope and hung it around his waist.
In fact, Suldak just wanted the turquoise gem. It seemed too much to exchange a gem for a stack of wheat cakes. Suldak even wanted to give him a skinning knife as compensation.
Suldak quickly called to the aboriginal who seemed a little excited, and directly handed him a stack of wheat cakes in his hand, then pointed to the necklace and said, "This is more valuable, and can be exchanged for more..."
Actually, he still wants to wear the skinning knife in the magic pocket, but the box where the skinning knife is stored is not so easy to find.
The other aborigines saw their companion standing there holding a pile of wheat cakes, knowing that the necklace around their necks could be exchanged for wheat cakes, so they took off the necklaces around their necks and hung them on Suldak's arms.
These necklaces are filled with all kinds of strong body odors of the natives, which made Suldak almost vomit.
Suldak was a little dumbfounded, what use would he have for these things?
Other necklaces don't have turquoise...
However, considering that they rejected them at this time, maybe they would not be willing to accept their gifts, they just gave out some worthless wheat cakes, so Suldak still solemnly moved out a wooden box and put these necklaces Put them in a box one by one.
I also asked the aboriginal in an aboriginal language: ‘Where did you pick up the green rough stone on the necklace? '
The native hesitated and explained for a long time. Suldak couldn't understand the name of the mountain he said. He only knew that at a place called Emnet, he saw the beautiful stone and picked it up.
Surdak didn't deliberately ask, a piece of turquoise can't actually represent anything...
However, as the number of necklaces in his hand increased, he found that this turquoise could also be seen on other indigenous necklaces.
Suldak asked casually, how many such stones are in the mountains over there?
The answer is yes, there are many such stones by a small stream, because the color is a bit like the magic spar obtained from the black-horned elk. Some natives will pick up a few pieces, drill holes and wear them on necklaces .
Subsequently, Suldak also saw some pierced magic crystals on the necklace, and even half of the devil's horn...
However, he was certain that there might be an emerald mine in this mountain.
Suldak felt that exchanging wheat cakes for gems was a bit too much.
So at the end of the day, I found out the box containing the skinning knife in the magic pocket, and then gave each of these natives a skinning knife made of fine steel.
For a while, the atmosphere here became more harmonious...
(end of this chapter)