"One man, two pieces of black bread..." After George pondered for a while, he said with some sighs, "This field of the Black Pearl Valley today is really saddening."
Indeed, in his impression, the Black Pearl Valley is an extremely rich land. Even if some free people on the mountain do not go to farm, relying on this mountain, will not starve to death. Instead, today this place was being man-eat-man.
"My Lord, I'm not going to hide it from you. At the very beginning, everyone had some wild vegetables to eat, but after all, if you eat too much wild vegetables, you will vomit and have diarrhea. Plus after the mists got bigger and bigger, many things started to carry some toxins too - unless they were alive. So the bigger the camp, the more food will be a problem. Like my place, it's already pretty good..."
George nodded and stopped talking.
He found himself in a life that was far too privileged.
He lifted his head, his eyes once more through the mist of that fortress, and looked around again - seeing for the first time what the world really looked like in the midst of the disaster.
Not long after, Jack and a group of them also finally came to the fortress in great numbers.
There were more than sixty people and forty vehicles. The number is really quite a lot, and those shoulder height of two meters of heavy pulling horses, and behind them pulling a large carriage, is also very spectacular indeed.
But unfortunately, although with the pulling power of these horses, one horse is enough to pull a two-ton carriage. But at present there are only so many four-wheeled carts in the territory, so only these can be pulled to.
Moreover, if the team is too large, he and Aoshi, the ten people are not well managed.
After all, it is to travel through the mists, if you lose a horse, he can be heartbroken to death.
To be honest, in this mist, to say that the old hunters can find their way home, it is not too difficult. But if there is no clear map of the point, to find this kind of camp, indeed a little laborious.
But Jack the [giant trapper] is fortunate, not only a person did not lose, but also a few more people.
These people are the previous deserters, they took the initiative to follow the team for a bite to eat.
The fortress is not as big as the shelter, but there is really a lot of stuff. In addition to those large amounts of coal piled up in the shed, there were some iron ingots and ores that he either exchanged or looted in the middle of that storehouse in Mishan.
What made George feel even more excited was the large amount of iron in the coal mine!
Chains, iron picks, shovels and other objects, filled several large carts! Although many of them have rusted, but re-melting some, it will become good!
There was also some food, although not much, compared to the shelter looks a bit shabby. But there is a lot of good quality food - it seems that this Mishan eats well with his close subordinates, there is even wine, cheese and red sausage in there!
In addition this guy also stored a lot of gold lions and silver foxes, a full box!
There were also several land deeds.
Ajay used his sword to pick up the small box of gold and silver, he estimated with his eyes and said: "converted, almost more than five thousand silver foxes. To put it in the past, it can buy a small manor."
After Jack heard this next to him, he couldn't help but look at the people who were dying of hunger in this terrible camp. The heart could not help but become more and more angry. He said with a leathery smile, "It seems that Lord Mishan usually enjoys himself quite a lot - this money can be exchanged for a lot of food, right?"
In these recent days, he had become more and more devout to his faith, and the atmosphere of the territory had made this rigid-faced knight increasingly unable to see others suffer.
"Lord Jack!" The fat man said with wide eyes: "I did exchange these things, and very well! But though they are good to exchange, you can't exchange them for much food. And food is not something that I can exchange all of them if I have a coal mine! The extra, people only give me these things!"
(Many nobles are knights, especially in the Church, the martial arts, religious barons and even counts, to the clergy as followers is not uncommon. And Jack face is good, Mishan now also can not distinguish these people from the identity of)
"I do have some selfishness - gold, silver, who likes! Who knows if the disaster will pass in a couple of years? But I can't throw them all to the ground even without selfishness, can I?" He added: "And most of the coal mine here are mine slaves, the previous living conditions were already very poor! Now since I came, although the people here is not enough to eat, but is much better than before, but also much better, do not believe you see - they all have cheese to eat!"
Ajay curiously took a look at the moldy, blackened 'shit' inside the small pot that the fat man was pointing at, and couldn't help but stretch his head and lick it, followed by a sideways glance and vomit.
"Those good cheeses are the same as gold and silver... Whether the food is low or high quality, it is limited." Mishan grabbed those gold and silver and said, "If I had a choice, of course I would all change to relatively cheap food, after all, cheese is delicious, but also not as good as black bread and potatoes more hunger."
Jack a few people pursed their lips, do not know what to say. Mishan's meaning they probably understand - here can be traded here is a lot of things, but people only sell so much.
A small number of good (fixed quantity), most of the bad (fixed quantity). After the trade in hand, I'm afraid they themselves, do not know how to make a decision - is the good food that can only supply a few people, to the hundreds of poor people each eat a small amount. Or simply keep it for themselves to eat?
George for the matter has long been guessed, so he has not been much asked, or even not much listened.
He broke off a piece of good cheese, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, thinking: 'It's all aged cheese, it should all be stocked from various ranches in the south... Hunger marketing. This is the only way to keep drawing blood from the small survivor camps over and over again, to squeeze the labor force there and get more resources...'
"Very good." George said as he patted the crumbs on his hand. He said in his mind: 'The territory can finally exchange something more nutritious... As long as I can meet those guys, I have ways to make them spit out all the good stuff!'
The lord suddenly said this 'very good', so that the surrounding guys who were struggling with how to distribute food, with the chastisement of their conscience were amazed. Can't figure out what the lord really means, and can't read his mind.
George looked back at the few guys who appeared to be fine and shooed them away: "Hurry up and go to work, if it gets dark later, we'll have to stay here tonight!"
These words frightened a few lazy men, hurriedly ran away and participated in the labor.
Those skinny and bony mining slaves, most of them had lung disease, and ten of them were not as good as one of Jack and the others. So from Alexander and the veterans began to participate in the labor, the efficiency doubled.
When it was getting dark, more than forty wagons were almost loaded.
When there were still a few wagons that were not full, Martin ran over and said, "My lord, the forty wagons are almost full, but they can't be loaded anymore... It's going to be dark, the mountains are too humid, I'm afraid you'll get a rash if you stay here... Ahem."
George nodded, he originally did not intend to spend the night here.
'The former owner of the coal mine and Mishan let people labor for most of the year, ready to use the coal in exchange for supplies. But now it's all cheap to me... These are not just things that can be used to burn, they can be used to exchange for iron.'
George looked at the coal piles inside the sheds, estimating how to have to come again to do. Solely let Martin greet people to pack things up.
After seeing the lord's permission, Martin blew a strange whistle. After the other bandits heard the whistle, they seemed to understand the meaning. It didn't take long for them to start organizing their men and prepare to go out.
Martin's gaze retracted from the distant crowd, looked at his lord, and then looked at the pregnant women who were standing still. He thought for a moment.
Then, he touched his eight-letter beard, lowered his head to George's side and said: "Chief, still with or without? Some of them are about to give birth, if you want to take them, they all have to take the carriage... Have to unload a little bit of cargo."
Martin, although the same devout as Jack, but his scum like mind, I'm afraid that can never be inculcated by the faith over.
So he didn't touch the scene at all after he came in. Even less sympathy flooded.
And Martin said this problem, George has been thinking about.
To be honest, to say no to this side before, let him answer this question, is dry, cold a word - go.
These pregnant women, it was a white meal, and that after the birth of the baby, it is a useless baggage ...
But leave them here, waiting for them, only death ...
But now his is in seeing that one numb eyes, only to feel the weight of things on his shoulders, pressing him to breathe...
"The goods I have taken away, but also let them how to live? Not bad for this point of people, hey ... Take them all away - later you all take care of the business of the few warblers, by the way, ask them how to contraception - let them teach your old lovers to go!"
The skinny Ajay blinked and didn't quite understand (17-year-old virgin), but a few old greasers were a bit embarrassed and scratched their faces - some of them had become fathers-to-be.
With the guidance of the scroll, on the way back, became more smooth.
The bandits roamed around on big horses, like a strong sheepdog, protecting the team very tightly. Occasionally encountered some mountain wilderness, can not pass the scroll around the scattered zombies, those horse cavalry, also in a walk, ambush a long sword swing, they will be cut into two.
And because of the carriage, the team traveled faster than the stone village of that time a lot faster. And when the people came towards the coal mine, they had also cleared the zombies on the road.
But they still encountered a group of corpses.
These 'newborns' were dressed in rags, and some of them were carrying crude weapons upside down in their stiff hands.
The wounds on their bodies were terrifying, some 'men' had almost been split in half, and some had their sternum completely collapsed.
But they still regained their feet and advanced numbly and sluggishly in the direction of that which had the scent of the living.
After the former patrol found these living dead, George who rushed over recognized these people at once.
A dozen people led by him, singing hymns loudly galloped through the horse, two round trips will let these dozens of sleepless people completely rest in peace.
"After killing the living kill the dead..." The scene in the coal mine, it seems to have not yet evaporated in Jack's mind and gone. The words in his mouth can not help but have a few sadness: "Maybe one day I will also become like this."
"Don't be too pessimistic, Jack." Martin spit out the wheat grass in his mouth, he laughed: "You are much uglier than them but."
After saying this guy will gallop away.
Jack on the horse froze for half a day, could not help but touch his face. Thinking back to his memories of the time at the river, he thought how he was also better than these zombies.
He felt a little discouraged, but those depression in his heart, but with the walk, all dissipated.
Looking at the lord who had overtaken the dead and closed the canon, Jack suddenly had a courage in his heart. He rejoined the group with his horse.