"Hey brother, you're tired from the journey, sit down and have a rest. Drink a cup of hot tea with salt to build up your strength..." Seeing the man pushing the mountain bike with a dusty look, the tea stall owner shouted hard.

He looks like a Han Chinese, but his accent is very strange, with a strong smell of mutton skewers. This is the difference between Xinjiang Province and other inland provinces. There were originally many ethnic minorities, and after the outbreak of the zombie disease, they gradually

Many survivors came from Russia, Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Mongolia and other countries, and the ethnic composition became even more complicated.

In order to attract business, many small vendors have developed multiple language talents. Even if they cannot speak or listen, they have to slightly change their accent when meeting different people. For example, when you see a man pushing a mountain bike, a tea stall owner

I immediately knew that this person was not a Han Chinese, but more like a minority herdsman.

"No money... selling goods!" The man patted the package on the back rack of the bicycle. He was quite talkative, but his vocabulary was really too small.

"Okay, I'll heat up the tea for you!" The tea stall owner smiled immediately when he heard this voice and greeted him warmly.

I can't say that I know this man, but his voice is very familiar. I have often seen him outside the military camp in the past few years. Every time he comes, I sit down to drink a cup of tea and smoke a cigarette. Although he is not good at talking, he always has something new and interesting about him, which is very lovable.

of a person.

In this day and age, making friends is the most luxurious thing, and it is more difficult than finding a beautiful wife. Today we are sitting together drinking tea and chatting, but tomorrow we don’t know if we will see each other again. Or when we meet again, the other party will already have the gift in his hand.

I'm armed with a knife and a gun, and I'm preparing to kill you and grab something to eat in exchange for food.

"So much for such a big thing? Drink it, add raisins!" The man came back in less than ten minutes. The back rack of the bicycle was empty, and there was a small bag in his hand. The bag was so thick that it was difficult to see what was inside.

, but certainly not many, and it cannot be hidden from the sharp eyes of the tea stall owner.

"Blue Devil, whole, no injuries... 2 boxes of medicine, 6 batteries!" The man was a little unhappy. He picked up the teacup and drank it without caring whether it was hot or not, whether there were raisins or not.

"You deducted so much? Sigh... be more open-minded. I would say you are too stupid to exchange these things. Just ask for shopping vouchers as the notice says, and they won't dare to deduct them!"

The tea stall owner was a little surprised at first, and then he started to sigh. He not only complained about this honest herdsman, but also blamed him for being too inflexible to fight for more benefits for himself.

"Shopping coupons... you can't buy them, they are more expensive!" In fact, no one was any more stupid than the other. The man shook his head, took out the metal cigarette case, took out the newspaper, tore two pieces out, and pushed it across the table.

"Forget it, smoke mine. Yesterday, an official drank too much to sober up and threw away a small half pack." The tea stall owner closed the cigarette box. What time has passed, these herdsmen are still so simple, only a little bit

Mo He also asked others to roll cigarettes first. He took out a cigarette box from his arms and said it was a small half pack, but in fact there were only four or five cigarettes.

"...I grabbed it and put sugar in it. It's sweet." The man took the cigarette and didn't light it immediately. He reached into his arms and pulled out a plastic bag with several amber long strips in it.

"Well, it tastes really good, smoked? What kind of fish has such fine meat?" The tea stall owner opened his pocket and smelled it, with a happy face. He took out one and put it in his mouth and chewed it. The more he chewed, the more he nodded. It's fish.

Dried and smoked fish, the meat is very firm, and the drying and smoking techniques are also in place.

In fact, there is no shortage of game in the apocalypse. Without these small animals to help the survivors fill their stomachs, many refugees would starve to death. But the small animals are not stupid either. They rely solely on snares, traps, bows and arrows to get more and more

It’s difficult to catch, and there are fewer and fewer fish in the nearby rivers. There are more fish farther away and in the mountains, but few people dare to go there.

It has been ten years since the zombie disease broke out, and nature has recovered for ten years. The number of animals has increased a lot, and their wildness has become much more wild. Not to mention elsewhere, there are gray wolves, grizzly bears, snow leopards, and golden eagles near the Tianshan Mountains alone.

There are more large and medium-sized ferocious carnivores, as well as small ferocious animals such as foxes, minks, and lynxes.

Survivors who have not received strict training, are not familiar with the mountainous terrain, and are ill-prepared rashly go deep into the mountains to hunt, and usually have only one end, either being killed in a natural pit or bitten by wild animals.

Even if you don't die on the spot, you can still find a way to run back by luck, the injuries on your body are not something that a few wild animals can exchange for money, and your death may be even worse in the end.

"Herdsmen, you can just catch them in the mountains and drink. It's very good!" When the man heard someone praising his good craftsmanship, he finally stopped frowning and showed a smile. Even though he was dressed in rags, his hands, face and beard were dirty, and his teeth were full of teeth.

Quite white.

"It's better for you... If there is any mutton, I will buy it in large quantities and the price is good!" The tea stall owner was a little absent-minded. He yearned for the life of herdsmen wandering freely among the green mountains and green waters. Unfortunately, the remaining herdsmen were very cautious.

, his whereabouts are not exposed easily, and he doesn’t have much contact with outsiders.

In fact, even if he were to live the life of a herdsman, it would be difficult for him to adapt to the life of a herdsman. He has to travel at least twice a year and drive his sheep over mountains and ridges for at least hundreds of kilometers. If he encounters wild animals, floods, and snowstorms, he will die.

Not even a complete corpse could be left behind.

"There's a lot of mutton, horsemeat, horse intestines... we can't sell it! The soldiers kept a lot of it, and I lost money!" When the man heard that the big business was coming, he was not happy at all. Instead, he shook his head like a rattle.

"Hahaha, they don't dare this time. It's the bishop who wants it. It's not the white bishop here, it's the black bishop at the Yining base. As long as you transport the meat to the Yining base, no one will dare to take advantage of you. At the entrance of the military camp

A notice was posted, didn’t you see it?”

The tea stall owner smiled helplessly. The herdsmen were right. If anyone dared to transport mutton and horse intestines here to sell them, let alone whether they could sell them, the mere deductions and thefts along the way would make people angry.

I lost all my pants and even lost my life.

Yes, in principle, the garrison encourages the refugees to trade, hoping to support more people in this way. However, there are policies and countermeasures, and no one dares to go too far near the garrison. At most, they charge some protection fees or something.

But outside the garrison, the garrison can never protect you all the way.

But this time it was different. It was not an ordinary sale, but the highest commander of the garrison, the Bishop in White. He was not the only one who knew about this. All the shops on the street had been notified, asking them to hurry up and find someone who could provide a stable supply of beef and mutton.

Those who are involved will be handled directly by the Trappist Order under the Bishop.

With this order, neither the garrison nor the refugee gangs dared to think twice. Of course, none of the bandits along the way could do anything. There are always risks in doing business, let alone at this time.

"...I don't know how to read, don't worry!" The man hesitated for a moment and shook his head. But the reason changed. It was not that he was afraid of being cheated, but that he didn't believe that such a good thing could happen.

"No, I'm illiterate... Then do you think this will work? As long as you are willing to send meat to the Yining base, I will move the tea stall there and help you sell meat while selling tea."

This reason was unexpected by the tea stall owner. Based on his experience, although he had never seen the true face of this herdsman, he looked like he walked and acted like an older person, so he should have read a book at that time.

However, this matter cannot be generalized. Before the outbreak of the zombie disease, there were very few herdsmen who were still insisting on nomadic transition, but it is not impossible. It is possible that the younger generation of those herdsmen have not read books, and there is no place to study if they want to.

, we can’t let the school move along with it.

But this difficulty is not insurmountable. It is difficult for him to even make ends meet by opening a tea stall here. It is better to try his luck at the main base. As long as this herdsman can really deliver the mutton requested by the black bishop, he will

You don't have to skimp on drinking blood to get some oil on your hands.

As long as you have a good relationship with the black bishop, even his subordinates, who would dare to bully you? The future should be much better and brighter than here. Maybe you can also have a chance to obtain a base household registration, and eat.

What about the rations to ensure a good harvest in times of drought and floods?

"...Eight shares for me, two shares for you!" This time the man understood. He pondered for a long time, then touched the small bag containing medicines and batteries in his arms, and finally made up his mind and was willing to believe in tea.

The stall owner once gave away a good profit.

It seems that the herdsmen are not stupid, and they also know that they cannot let people help them in vain. The reason why it is difficult to contact them is that they are not familiar with the language, and the cultural differences are too big, and they are not used to being cynical.
Chapter completed!