It's like a miniature version of Oralia, where 95 percent of the population lives on the east coast across the continent, and 80 percent of the population is concentrated in the only city, Alan.

Of course, Ailan is not actually a city, not even a county seat, no one has counted the population here, but it can only be roughly estimated at about 20,000, about one out of every 10 people is a gang member, and the rest are people who open shops, farm, and work.

Of course, the little income of the locals alone cannot support the gangs, and the bulk of the gangs' profits have always been the gray industry, and after the death of the piracy industry, smuggling has become the main livelihood.

Although the war between Faro and Crete was repeated for many years, it was still diplomatically competitive, imposing high tariffs on imports and exports, especially on some products with technical content.

This undoubtedly gave the Alan gang the opportunity to smuggle for profit.

But neither Salo nor Yara dared to make the business too big, after all, the pirates were not cold, and once the Isle of Elland clearly violated the interests of the two powers, the deep sea killing and Mafia would not be far from over.

As for the local industry, it is not even self-sufficient, and in addition to basic food, vegetables and aquatic products, fruits and liquor and other goods need to be imported from outside the island, and only outsiders and gang leaders can afford to consume them.

From this point of view, although the quality of the island lodge is like a toilet, in Isand Island, it can already be called a five-star hotel.

All in all, the situation here is roughly equivalent to the medieval version of Somalia.

Despite this, there is still potential in Isle Island.

First of all, 85% of the area is covered by dense forests, which is very redundant compared to the sparse population.

Secondly, the standard of living here is at the bottom of the whole world, and the people are very satisfied.

Of course, the most important thing is that there is the only strategic resource in the world -

Cursed Strongman, Celestial Accounting, Genesis Actuarial and Finance Master, Colin Heideltz.

Finally, if there is a scenic highway around the island, the truck must be a good one.

As Colin and Ariel approached the market, fewer and fewer people greeted them.

It seems that the people here have been busy since the early days of the morning, and they don't know about Colin's feat.

Ariel shook the basket and muttered: "Elland Island is like this, there are no so-called business opportunities for you, there are gangs everywhere, if you don't plan to form a gang to be the boss, just continue to run the hotel." ”

She said and looked at Colin with some wariness, "By the way, you're not going to create a new gang, are you?"

"Nonsense. Colin had a disgusting expression.

How could you do that?

Can the brethren help me cut out the highway?

"Then I'll rest assured......" Ariel breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't look at Sallo, they talk quite elegantly, and they are unambiguous when they do murder and overkill, from now on, don't mess with them anymore, run the hotel well, and wait for my dad to take us back to Helensu to get married." ”

Hearing this, Colin's nostrils gradually dilated.

He felt like an Erkang.

"Stop thinking about Lord Qianlong. Colin looked at the crowded market square with interest, "Let's go, let's go to consume, no, it's research." ”

"Research? Come every day, what is there to investigate?"

"It's too much. Colin gestured into the square, "The market is the most direct display of the local production characteristics, you can find the profit point by walking around, and then you can organize production and trade, and earn happy foreign exchange." ”

"Mom, I don't understand a word. Ariel glared and asked, "All I care about is this process annoying the gang?"

"Of course not, this is a process of common prosperity. ”

"That's good, promise me, don't mess with them again. Ariel crossed her hands in front of Colin, "If you mess with them again, I'll ...... I'll go back to my mother's house. ”

At this, she pouted proudly.

"Too ...... It's so fierce. ”

The market in the eastern area is divided into two areas, and the first place to enter is the local goods area, which mainly focuses on agricultural and sideline foods, and occasionally some old goods.

Although there were a lot of people shopping, there was no one shouting, and the stall owners were just numbly busy, or sitting in a daze.

Ariel was familiar with the place, and after turning two corners, she came to a stall selling grain.

Beneath the dilapidated shack here are bags of oats, barley, and rye, from left to right.

On the back table, there are several small bags of flour.

The stall owner was a slightly chubby aunt, and she waved her hand and shouted, "Little Ariel, I'm here later than usual today." ”

"Something~" Ariel jumped over with the basket, took out a small burlap bag and handed it to the aunt, "I'm bleeding a lot today, come with half a bag of wheat flour." ”

"Oh, are there any distinguished guests in the store?" said the aunt, speaking like an opera aria, took the bag and scooped it up.

"Sort of, it's mainly about improving Colin's food. Ariel smiled as she pulled Colin in her arms.

Colin blushed: "Don't look like we're ...... the same"

The aunt looked up at the two of them and smiled first, and then pursed her lips a little sadly: "What a good two children...... Nick just gives you rye...... Eating wheat and white flour once is like a festival. If you don't weigh it, just give me 5 points. ”

"Thank you. Ariel pulled open the coarse cloth purse, took out a five-cent coin, and handed it over.

"What is the law...... That's probably going to be 6 points...... I thought it was grams. Although the aunt said this, she still took the coin and waved her hand, "Forget it." ”

The fame and gram she spoke of were the auxiliary coins of faro and crete, respectively, 100 cents a silver dollar, both of which could be circulated in Ailan, and the purchasing power was usually the same, but there were always some fluctuations occasionally.

Colin thought of the gratuity for the security service and couldn't help but ask, "What's happened lately?

"It seems that there is a peasant disturbance in the north of Faro, and everyone says that their new coins are low. As she spoke, the aunt put the coin in her waist pocket, and did not forget to instruct, "You also remember that if you can collect money from Crete, don't take from Faro, you may suffer." ”

Dry!

It's too difficult, to do a business in such a classical place, and even be pitted by inflation.

After saying goodbye to her aunt, Ariel walked to the familiar vegetable stall again, and said while flipping through it: "The quality of vegetables is different every day, and we will buy which one is good." ”

Unlike the farmer's market that Colin has visited, the amount of food here is very small, and it is very simple, there are only five or six kinds in total, and they are all covered with dirt, and they are all piled together, and the shopping experience is extremely poor.

The stall owner, a man in his 40s, didn't say a word, just waited for the two to choose.

In the spirit of research, Colin began to inquire about the prices of dishes one by one.

But the stall owner just ignored it, and raised his hand to draw a number.

Colin felt more and more bored.

The front-line agricultural life is really not suitable for me, or the futures market is more passionate.

Just as he turned to leave, he accidentally kicked over a small bag on the ground, and several black objects rolled out.

Colin picked it up only to realize that it was a potato covered in black mud.

"How do you sell this?" he asked casually, wiping the potatoes.

The stall owner glanced at him, then at Ariel, and then shook his head, "This is for the starving to death, and you are not poor enough to eat this potato." ”

"???," Colin said, looking at the potatoes, "why do you have to starve to death?"

"Don't you know?" said the stall owner without raising his head, "the devil's apple dug out of the black soil will get sick if you eat it." ”

"Wouldn't it be nice to dig up the germination area, wash it and cook it?" said Colin, pulling out a small bruise tooth and throwing it on the ground.

The stall owner didn't want to say more, but raised his hand and said: "If you insist, you can take all 2 points, and the fiat currency can also be used." ”

"Good. Colin picked up the bag and nodded at Ariel.

Ariel looked at the bag and frowned slightly: "We haven't been so miserable...... I'm going to eat seafood noodles tonight. ”

"I don't care, I'll just eat this. Colin nodded again.

"Okay...... For the sake of your hard work to support your family, let's be willful once in a while......" Ariel handed the stall owner the food she had picked up, and gave her a fiat currency by the way.

The stall owner neatly weighed the change, still muttering, "Don't come to me when you eat that thing, if you're sick, go to the devil." ”

Colin was not only not angry when he heard this, but a little excited.

Don't bother, the devil himself is here.

He hurriedly asked, "Do I want more of these potatoes?"

"You're really too long. "The Faroese love potato flowers, and when they take them down, they either give them to prisoners or livestock, or throw them away. You can pick up this thing casually, but it's just too worthless, and the price of selling it is not as expensive as the shipping fee. ”

"Understood, I'll order it from you in advance if I need it. Colin picked up the bag and turned to leave.

The stall owner shook his head, bundled the vegetables with wheat straw, and handed them to Ariel with the change: "Again, don't look for me if he has leprosy or syphilis." ”

"What is syphilis?"

"It's a ...... Very bad disease. The stall owner sat back in embarrassment, "In short, it's all the potato's fault, that's what the Faroese say, they're much smarter than us." ”

The more Ariel thought about it, the more terrifying she felt, and quickly packed up her things and caught up with Colin, shaking his arm and saying, "Or ...... Don't eat it, the stall owner said that you will get terrible syphilis, I haven't heard of it, it must be terrible. ”

"......" Colin was surprised for a long time, and finally came up with a possibility of illness, and couldn't help but swallow and spat at the mouth, "It's so hardcore...... Didn't even spare the potatoes......"

"Huh?"

"It's okay, the stall owner is. Colin waved his hand.

"But that's what the Faroese say. ”

"Then they're all. Colin shook the bag in his hand and said, "It's cheaper than rye, it's more calorie-dense than rye, and it's better than rye, and this thing will soon become the main food of Isle Island." ”

Colin said and turned back to look at the empty outskirts of the city, where small targets had been created.

Happiness begins with a full stomach.