In the evening, the convoy was ready to camp. At this time, Hamlin, who had regained some strength, helped the carriage and walked down slowly - fortunately, the carriage also had some escalators that were easy to go up and down, otherwise Hamlin was not sure that this weak body would not fall directly if he jumped from a place as high as his chest.

Only after he has really stood on his feet will Hamlin have the opportunity to take a good look at the team. The convoy was not large, and there were four wagons in total, and there were not many people, except for Uncle Magis and Little Yoni, whom they had seen before, and eight or nine people, all of whom sat around a campfire to keep warm, and on the bonfire there was a pot with some kind of soup boiling in it.

Seeing Hamlyn come out, Uncle Magis beckoned him to come and sit down, then picked up a wooden bowl next to him, scooped a bowl of soup from the pot, and took out a black bread from his pocket next to him and handed it over. Hamlin took it with both hands, and after thanking him, he put the wooden bowl on the ground, broke off a piece of black bread with both hands, and put it into the soup bowl to soak it - as a rich child of a rich family who makes bread or rice every day, how can this kind of black bread that pierces his throat and is so hard that he is used to eating it?

It can be seen that Uncle Magis should be the leader of this team, and the people around him are quite convinced of him, just by the willingness to let him manage everyone's bread.

Everyone in the convoy was the same as themselves, and everyone received a black loaf of bread and a bowl of soup. While the brown bread softened, Hamlin watched everyone. When everyone had their bread and soup, they began to pray, almost in the same motion, with their left hand raised and their two fingers between their eyes lightly touched the center of their eyebrows, and their right hand clenched into a fist on their chest, whispering something in their mouths. Hamlin's heart moved when he saw this scene: it seems that these people should have the same organization or the same religious beliefs, otherwise there would not be such the same action.

While thinking, when everyone had finished praying and picked up the bowl to eat, Hamlin began to move: except that his own black bread had not yet been soft before, who knew if there were any rules in this sect?

While stirring the soup with a spoon, Hamlin noticed that the soup contained some ground meat and some unknown vegetables, presumably wild vegetables. As he thought, he scooped up a spoonful and put it in his mouth. It's not delicious, if you want to be more accurate, it should be very bad. This is how Hamlin feels. Hamlin's forehead wrinkled, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that everyone was eating happily, and knew that this was the ration that everyone had now. This is not a thing of the past, and with each bite, the thought grows heavier in Hamlin's mind.

Suddenly, Hamlin noticed that Uncle Magis, who was sitting next to him, was only drinking soup and not eating bread, so he asked, "Uncle Magis, why don't you eat bread?"

Before Magis could speak, little Yoni, who was sitting on the other side of him, spoke first: "Uncle Magis gave you his bread, so naturally there will be no more." ”

"Little Yoni. Uncle Magis first rebuked little Yoni in a low voice, and then turned to look at Hamlin: "It's okay, child, I'm not hungry." ”

How can you not be hungry? Hamlin doesn't believe that. It should be due to his own joining, which has caused a deviation in the original rations allocated by this team, and Magis, as the team leader, will definitely not deduct the rations of the members, so he can only use his own rations for himself.

As he was still very weak, Uncle Magis let Hamlin into the carriage to rest, and he and the others took turns keeping vigil. Hamlin, knowing his physical condition, agreed to the suggestion.

Lying in the carriage, Hamlin made sure that everyone was not paying attention to him, and called the system out. Looking at the golden light shining in the task column, he sighed: he was really no longer in that world. Not thinking so much, Hamlin looked at the glittering mission completion button. Stretch out your finger and get ready to point. Suddenly remembered something, and pointed at it: the task reward is a short knife, how can I explain this short knife that suddenly appeared? Hamlin doesn't believe that when he brings himself, they don't check their things.

Thinking of this, Hamlin withdrew his finger. Now I am penniless and unarmed, and I can only survive by relying on this convoy. It's really distressing, Hamlin scratched his head, now he can only follow this convoy, but after that, what will he do? After all, it is already a great favor for others to save his life, and he can't always eat and drink with them all the way, right? This is not a good choice.

Now think about it, what can I do? I studied at the PBC Institute of Technology, and I studied in a high-tech industry, which is naturally the best major in that world, but what can I do here? In this primitive world, my major can't help me at all. Now Hamlin doesn't understand at all the bigwigs who have crossed over in the novel. Not to mention gunpowder, glass, greenhouse growing, and a whole bunch of other fertilizer-like cement perfume soaps...... Do they have a library in their brains? Are they still proficient in everything and are good at history and politics, and they are still miserable in the original world, where the people are all supermen who never forget to draw inferences?

Not to mention these completely useless complaints, now Hamlin is beginning to think seriously about how to live. Hamlin thought carefully about what he knew, and found that his knowledge was not useful in a world where the productive forces were not highly developed. The so-called transcendence of one step is a genius, beyond three steps is a madman, if this world is the level of the middle world, then one's knowledge is no longer three steps, but the level of thirty steps. Imagine preaching a cosmology in the Middle Ages and being burned at the stake.

After thinking about it, Hamlin had to admit that the only thing he could rely on now was this system. At the very least, in the list of stores in this system, you see the option to buy things like food, as well as the option to exchange system points, which are called "souls", for gold and silver coins. In other words, as long as the task is completed, you will not worry about not having anything to eat or drink.

However, Hamlin's heart is still a little repulsive to this system. Not to mention the rest, just those inexplicable tasks and cruel punishment for failure made him feel like a puppet or a toy being manipulated, and he felt bad when he thought about having a pair of eyes looking at his every move.