They traveled more than 10 kilometers to the north, passing through a number of tent gathering places, and then more tents appeared in front of them.

The jeep that opened the road stopped, and after the soldiers went down to guard first and ensure safety, Remonin got out of the car and beckoned: "Mr. Li, please come here." ”

In front of Li Du was the African bazaar, an open-air place in the middle of a settlement.

There are no roads, only dirt roads, and because it is in the dry season, there is a lot of dust, and they can't drive forward, otherwise the cars will bring up a lot of smoke and dust, and the market will not be able to go down.

Li Du took off his sunglasses and gave them to Brother Wolf, walked up to Lei Moning and asked, "Those on the road are all your tribesmen?"

Remonin nodded, "Yes." ”

Li Du wondered: "There is no shortage of sand here, why don't you live in a house and live in this kind of tent?"

Lei Monen smiled: "Because we are a traditional hunting and farming two-in-one people, in the past, we often migrated, looking for places with abundant water and grass to farm and hunt, and it is not as convenient to build a house as a tent." ”

"Besides, the tent is enough, Mo Sanbi gives the weather is good, and when it's not very cold, you can shelter from the wind and rain. ”

Li Du said: "But your barracks are all houses." ”

Remonin said as a matter of course: "That's necessary, my house is not only inhabited, but also a defensive tool, in the event of a battle, it is a soldier's bunker!"

Li Du was shocked, Brother Nima, do you still fight with bows and arrows? Just that small broken house, you don't need a cannon, you can do it with a bazooka, and even a large-caliber rifle can penetrate it!

Remonin obviously knew the problems in his barracks and jurisdiction, he was a good-looking person, and he didn't want to talk too much about this kind of topic, so he said: "Come on, Mr. Li, let's move around and talk while walking." ”

The soldiers opened the way, and there were soldiers with guns on guard beside them.

The bazaar was in a panic at first, but slowly, the soldiers stopped making trouble, they just walked around, so the panic subsided and returned to normal.

The bazaar is quite large, about two hundred meters long, and it is bustling with people, at least one or two thousand, noisy bargaining.

There are no shops here, all of them are stalls, and the vendors sit on the ground, barefoot and shirtless, and the stalls are casually placed on the ground, and some people come to talk about business, and no one comes to the door and shouts at the top of their voices.

Remonen told Li Du that they were not shouting, they were singing......

These black buddies and black sisters are really optimistic, there is an open space next to the bazaar, and there are a few tin buckets erected in the clearing, and some black people are slapping the tin buckets, and then others are singing and dancing around them.

There are a lot of people in the bazaar, it is very crowded, but the law and order is not bad, no one pushes and no one steals.

Of course, this has something to do with the forces that maintain law and order, Remonin's Democratic Army is in charge of law and order, and in the market of two hundred meters, there are at least ten black brother soldiers with guns and staring at the crowd.

In this case, if a thief is found, he is likely to be shot to death.

The market is bartered, with stalls selling local groceries and fresh fruits and vegetables from the jungle.

Among the daily necessities, the agricultural and sideline foods processed by the locals themselves are the mainstay, which can be exchanged for food coupons or what they have in their hands, and there is no clear price.

Someone is selling money, yes, it is selling coins, there is a pile of large bills in front of the person, Li Du leaned up and looked at it, Ma De is a string of zeros, he can't count how many billions this is.

Needless to say, this is Cecil coin.

Li Du smiled bitterly, the Cecil currency is much larger than China's underworld currency, so looking at it this way, the inflation in the underworld is not serious.

There was no market for Cecil coins in the local area, and an old black man sat there with his head hung down, holding his stomach in his hands and looking sad.

The first time Li Du saw Cecil coins, he asked, "How do I exchange this?"

The old man blinked, opened his mouth and muttered a few words, but Li Du didn't understand a word.

Remonen, who was next to him, said: "What he wants to eat, he secretly came from Cecil, and wants to exchange money for some food, because in Cecil, money can't buy food." ”

Cecil was hit by drought, and what was once the breadbasket of Africa has now turned into an African famine.

Li Du beckoned to Godzilla, Godzilla always had food in his backpack.

When the big man came over, the old black man was startled, and his knees were weak and he knelt down!

If he hadn't really experienced all this, Li Du would not have believed this kind of thing if he had simply heard from others.

People in many parts of Africa really don't have any human rights, they live like livestock.

Li Du opened Godzilla's backpack, took out a packet of dried mutton and handed it to the old man, then took out a banknote from it and put it in his wallet as a souvenir.

The old man took the jerky and sniffed it, hugged it in his arms excitedly and laughed, he waved his hand and pushed all the banknotes to him, and stood up and left.

Li Du was surprised: "All?"

Lei Moning said: "You are also at a loss, this kind of money is worse than waste paper, you can only light it in your hand to bake the fire." ”

The lion hunter added: "If you go to the bank to exchange them, they are not worth a dollar. Of course, no bank will accept it. ”

Cecil's government doesn't plan to print money, it's not that they have a conscience to control the domestic inflation rate, but that printing money requires the consumption of paper, electricity, and ink, and there is also a cost, and now the money printed out can't even recover the cost!

A black boy ran to Li Du with a box and said, "Hey, roasted bananas, delicious roasted bananas, do you want to roast bananas?"

Li Du held up the Cecil coin and asked, "How much can this be exchanged?"

The boy shook his head: "I don't want this, I want that." ”

He was referring to Li Du's chest, where a pair of sunglasses hung there.

"Sunglasses can be exchanged for meat, give you this piece of meat. The boss patted the fuchsia lump of flesh on the board in front of him with his greasy black hand.

The boy shouted, "I'm a traveler's banana, who wants your stinky meat?"

The temperature is higher than that of South Africa, it is closer to the equator, and the question of September has been raised, and such a piece of meat is placed outside, and the taste is certainly not much better.

Li Du retreated, and the young man looked at Godzilla again: "Traveler's banana, delicious roasted banana, change your sunglasses, okay?"

Godzilla looked at him in wonder and said, "My sunglasses are too big, are you sure?"

The boy said, "Anyway, one day, I will be as tall as you." ”

Godzilla shrugged, took off his sunglasses and hung them on his chest, and took his box away, the golden banana inside belonged to him.

"Can bananas still be roasted?" asked Li Du, wondering.

Brother Wolf said calmly: "He was deceived, the traveler's banana is not a banana, I don't know where this child got this name, the traveler's banana is an ornamental vegetation, the rhizome has a strong ability to store water, but it does not produce bananas." ”

Godzilla doesn't care, he eats wolf.