The next morning, Xing Feng got up early, not for anything else, but to follow Uncle Bai to the market to have a look.

I talked a lot with Uncle Bai last night, but it was all interesting things that happened in hunting, and I rarely mentioned other things, I don't know if Xing Feng thought too much, or Uncle Bai and they hid too deeply, from talking to him, Xing Feng didn't find a trace of loopholes, as if Uncle Bai and they were born and raised here.

Moreover, after Xing Feng returned to his room, as Uncle Bai said, his package was really in his room, Xing Feng opened the package and took a look, and found that there was no less space ring in the package, which made Xing Feng even more puzzled, was it really that he was thinking too much?

How can Aunt Xuan's eyes explain? With all kinds of questions, Xing Feng planned to go to the market with Uncle Bai to find out.

"Morning, little brother Xingtian. ”

Xing Feng cautiously opened the door, for fear of waking Bai Yi in the next room, but when Xing Feng came out of the door, he heard Uncle Bai's voice.

"Morning, Uncle Bai, shall we leave now?" Xingfeng whispered, and at the same time found that there was already an extra carriage outside the courtyard, and there were many prey wrapped in cloth on the carriage, and the fishy smell on the prey could be smelled by Xingfeng from afar.

"Well, leave early, come back early. Uncle Bai came to the carriage and checked the rope used to tie the prey, and after confirming that there was no problem, he beckoned Xingfeng to sit beside him, and then the horsewhip was raised, and the carriage moved slowly.

Out of the village, Xing Feng saw that several carriages were already there, and the carriages were full of them, and after seeing Xing Feng and Uncle Bai, they all controlled the carriage to move forward slowly.

"Big Brother Bai, is this the young man that Xiao Yi found from the west?"

"Yes, according to my mother-in-law, it was a blur of flesh and blood at the time, and it looked particularly scary. ”

...

It seems that the others have also noticed the new faces, and they all have spoken out to ask.

"Well, this little brother's name is Xingtian. Uncle Bai nodded, and at the same time whispered to Xing Feng: "The one at the front is Uncle Liu, the second is Uncle Lei, and the third is Uncle Fei." ”

"The younger generation Xingtian has seen Uncle Liu, Uncle Lei, and Uncle Fei. Xing Feng greeted him in turn, and they all smiled heartily and nodded at Xing Feng's greetings.

At the same time, at the moment when they turned around, Xing Feng took a closer look, and the three people in front of him did not have too many obvious features, they all had resolute faces and strong bodies, the only difference was that Uncle Lei had a scar on his face, which looked very hideous.

As for the other two, there are some gaps in appearance, Uncle Liu is more handsome than Uncle Fei, especially the knife-cut facial features, sharp edges and corners, with that resolute look, more manly.

After walking for more than 20 miles, the road began to become a little smoother, although it was still a dirt road, but it was not as bumpy as before.

At the same time, on the way, I also met a few people from the next village, all of whom drove carriages like Uncle Bai and them, pulling the prey they had beaten out of the market to sell.

It seems that the people in the next village are very familiar with Uncle Bai, and they have been chatting on the road, talking and laughing, and after a while, Xingfeng and his party came to a plain area, and all kinds of food were planted on both sides of the road.

After about ten minutes, Xingfeng gradually heard some noisy sounds, and as Xingfeng got closer and closer, the sound became clear. Green

Xing Feng saw that there was an open space not far away, and many tents were set up in the open space, and the tents were all set up in an orderly manner, all side by side, so that it was convenient for carriages to pass by and sell goods.

"The best wild boar, as long as three catties of rice can be exchanged for one catty of wild boar. ”

"A good pheasant only costs three catties of rice. ”

"The best wild goats, a hundred catties of rice can be exchanged. ”

...

After Xing Feng and his party entered this bazaar, they could hear all kinds of shouting sounds.

Looking at the crowded market, there are people stopping outside every tent, exchanging rice for wild boar, and rice for wild goats, which is very lively.

And Uncle Bai and the others drove straight to one of the tents, and the boss in the tent showed a faint smile after seeing Uncle Bai and the others, and said, "Xiaobai, you guys are here, come in first and drink a glass of water." ”

Xing Feng carefully observed the boss in the tent, an old man of half a hundred years old, with silver hair, his face was full of wrinkles, and he looked amiable.

The tent was very simple, only a few stools and a table, and there were some daily necessities in the innermost part of the tent.

"Old Wu, how is your business lately?"

In the gap between drinking water, Uncle Bai asked.

"Hey!"

The old man, who was called Wu Lao, shook his head and sighed: "The business has been much colder recently than before, and there are a lot fewer people who come to exchange for food. ”

"Could it be that something happened?" Uncle Bai was a little surprised when he heard Wu Lao's words, no wonder he found that there were many people missing every time he came to the market recently, and at first he thought it was his own illusion, but when he heard Wu Lao's words, he realized that it was really true.

Wu Lao came to sit on the stool and said slowly: "Something strange happened, more than a month ago, the grain planted near the market died in patches, and the surrounding villagers who planted grain suffered heavy losses, coupled with the natural disasters this year, the food produced could not meet the needs of the surrounding villages. ”

As a result, when many villagers took their hunted prey to the market to exchange for food, they found that there was no food to exchange, and over time, there were fewer and fewer people, and now many villages rely on hunting and killing prey for food. ”

"There is such a strange thing, didn't you let people investigate?" Uncle Bai frowned and asked at this time.

"Dozens of villagers with 20 or 30 years of experience in growing grain formed an investigation team and searched the field for the cause, but in the end, they all returned in vain, and they could not find out what caused it. Wu Lao's face was depressed, thinking about his food, and his heart was sad.

Since there is no grain harvest this year, it is still possible to exchange for rice outside, so where does this rice come from? Thinking of this, Uncle Bai asked casually, "Then the rice that is exchanged for now is your previous grain stockpile?"

Wu Lao nodded and said: "People are iron, rice is steel, if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry and panic, even if you are bitter, you can't be bitter for your child, eat meat every day, how can you do without eating." ”