When Wang Qizheng was taking Li Xiang to change his job to "Little Praying Mantis Killing Expert", Elena's family was in trouble again.
At the end of the month, in order to prevent people from going crazy when the devil comes, they must return to the north of Makarov Street for a short stay.
Because someone seemed to be watching them during their last trip, it led to the subsequent incident where the Night Walker's house was stolen and they were framed. This time, I was more cautious. I sent people out for reconnaissance a few days in advance to find a foothold further away from the scattered areas of survivors, but not too far away, because my mother could not bear the bumps of long-distance travel, and the failure of the heater to support it would increase the risk of illness. Probability.
The price of caution is to further reduce working hours and reduce the speed of material storage.
Their food reserves have not become less or more, but after staying in the short-term residence for a few days, the reserves will be reduced predictably. The drop in temperature will stop the development of the uncared for Brick Ranch, and their food is also brought from their new home. food.
The harshest moment has yet to come, and they must do something to ensure that food reserves at least do not decline too fast.
So Varya and Shana once again tried to collect food nearby, and Anna and Kai were responsible for the area around the settlement, trying to get something out of farmland and cellars from decades ago.
Mushrooms do not grow in winter. If anything can be called food, there are only tuber plants that may exist a few feet underground and a small number of pine cones that are still hanging on the trees and are being drained of nutrients. Lucky stars can take care of them. Look down the rabbit hole.
There are better foods than rabbits, but two people would be particularly dangerous.
In order to make the following days less difficult, the two of them didn't care too much and tried to enter the forest area.
This so-called forest area was farmland on the outskirts of the city before the disaster. Many trees gradually grew there. The density of trees was lower than in the real forest area, making it slightly safer.
The snow depth in the forest area was shallower, and the food the two brought back on the first day was only enough for themselves, not much, which at least slowed down the consumption of reserves.
Anna and Kai's progress was even worse. They mainly tried to find the entrance to farmers' cellars in the surrounding areas. Unfortunately, this typical grain storage point was raided too many times. Not to mention food, they couldn't even find seeds. In the end, they only mentioned Two little mice are back.
The next day, something went wrong.
Valia and Shana encountered a team of unknown deserters during the search. Three of the four people had blood on their bodies, and one was missing a section of his right arm.
"Please help us, we need a place to stay to treat our injuries." The uninjured person shouted to the two of them with fear on his face, but he didn't dare to shout loudly, as he was screaming like a ghost in the forest.
The relationship between the people in the wasteland is very delicate. They don't care about each other, but they often prey on each other. If they are not in a desperate situation, they will never dare to live in the accommodation provided by others.
Varya: "Have you met any demon hunters? How many?"
There are no bugs in this direction, and even if there is a new bug nest, it will soon be torn apart by the demon hunters.
"Two, two, two of us are already dead, they shouldn't come after us."
There is a price to pay for maintaining morality in the wasteland. If it is a cannibalistic team, this winter food may be enough, and it can also ensure that the follow-up pursuit of the demon hunter is blocked.
If you choose to lend a helping hand, you may have to pay a lot of money, which is really not a cost-effective deal.
Varya and Shanna looked at each other. After all, the image of their mother defeated the demon in their hearts, and they closed their eyes and made a decision: "Come with us."
He took a group of wounded people and placed them in a farmer's house three hundred meters away from their foothold.
Three hundred meters seems very far, but this is not a city. There are no other buildings between the foothold and this house.
This house was inspected during the early reconnaissance, and it was found to be in good condition, with only a slight leak, and had not been modified by the early deserters.
The wounded didn't complain, at least it was much better than lying in the snow or having one or two people eaten.
The one with the broken hand found a corner to sit down and lean on. The two with the slight injury simply bandaged it, then began to pack away the bedding that had been bitten by insects, and took down the remaining wooden fences outside to prepare for the fire.
The middle-aged man who was not injured was left talking to the two of them.
"You are good people, may our Lord bless you. Before we leave, we will find a way to cut some firewood and leave it." As he spoke, he took out a small golden object from his inner pocket, "My name is Ager, and this piece is Gold is the only valuable thing I have, please accept it."
Gold is not a valuable thing in the wasteland, but it depends on the situation. It is said that the leader of a certain settlement in the west likes gold, and he can exchange gold for some supplies there. In the north of the city, gold is only available when supplies are abundant during the summer and autumn. Maybe some food instead, which can only be said to be better than nothing.
Taking the gold through his gloves and thinking about the information, Varya asked: "Are you from Sloven Town? Why are you here?"
Sloven Town was a small town with only 3,000 people before the disaster. My mother said that the road distance was only 20 kilometers, but now there is a demon hunting area within 20 kilometers, which is infinite. The risks of traveling through this area can be imagined.
Seeing that the other party had collected gold and the risk of being eaten was further reduced, Ager also started chatting: "For the sake of furs, we come to the Rathore gang to exchange furs. In this damn winter, food is even harder to get than furs. We must Get enough furs and go back to exchange for food.”
The Rathore Gang is the notorious bandit den in this area and the largest desert force in the entire suburbs.
Shana opened her mouth and tried to ask something that might be more sensitive: "What do you use to exchange fur?"
Because the winter is too long, the waterproof and thermal insulation capabilities of fur in the snow make it very popular. If it is not food, it must be something special or even irreplaceable to be able to obtain a certain amount of fur.
"What kind of deal are we talking about now? Whether we can go back or not is a question." Ager responded with a sad smile.
It seems he doesn't want to say it.
It is true that the goods may be damaged during the battle, but the demon hunter has no interest in human creations, and even if there is a little bit left, there is still a chance to recover it.
I didn’t want to say forget it, but before leaving, Varya left a message: “If you need food, bring something in exchange. You should know that gold can only be displayed during this season.”
Shana glared at him mid-sentence and ignored him.
The two went out for a while before explaining to her: "I suspect they brought alcohol."
Shana frowned with broken eyebrows: "Sloven Town seems to produce alcohol, but how can you be sure? What if it's seeds?"
"No, there are people here who know how to cultivate seeds. They can't afford the price. It takes at least ten days to travel such a long distance, maybe longer. In such a long time, six people are transporting seeds here and transporting furs back in exchange for food? Why don't we just send the seeds back? Eat the food and use the manpower to do other things." Varya's analysis was clear and logical, as if that was really the case.
"Are you going to sell it to the bandits? Do we have enough food to replace it all? If the bandits know that we eat the difference, it will be even worse later."
"Why give it to the bandits? Can't the night ghost do it?"
Shana was stunned?
"What does he need alcohol for? And you are just guessing. If it is not alcohol, are you sure he will change it?"
He thought beautifully, but everyone overlooked one thing. An early snowfall before winter today caused the food supply in the forest to decrease in advance, and the demon hunter was a little hungry.
