After leaving the ancient town of Yanyang, three ox carts lined up and walked slowly along the dirt road on the side of a concrete road. Due to the heavy use of animal-powered vehicles in the Far East, the roads are usually divided into two types, the two-way two-lane cement road in the middle is a motorized road, and the simple dirt road on both sides of the cement road is an animal-powered road.

Qin Ke'er's original plan was to take a car for a while, and then change to an animal-powered cart when he arrived at the market near Qinjia Village. But later, considering the trouble of transferring, and the Fire Horn Temple provided three rare "Plate Horn Ox" carts, which can reach a speed of about 12 kilometers per hour, she simply bought a gift for returning home in the town and took the ox cart home directly.

The horned buffalo, also known as the "Zen cow", and the scientific name is "plateau mutant hybrid buffalo", which is said to have been first crossed by the radiation mutant buffalo introduced from the southern cemetery and the plateau buffalo native to the Far East. The origin of its name "Banjiao" is not that the bull has special horns on its head, but because its skin color is very similar to that of the "Banjiao Green Ox", the mount of the immortals in Far Eastern mythology, which is dark blue. The Platehorn is about two meters tall, has a gentle personality, very thick limbs, excellent endurance and vitality, and can walk hundreds of kilometers with weight even if it does not eat or drink for ten days and half a month.

However, due to the large amount of food that can eat hundreds of kilograms of grain at a time, few people are willing to raise it except for some special institutions. Most Far Easterners prefer to breed short-tempered, but cost-effective "fire mules", which are non-fertile mules that are crossed between cemetery mutant horses and local donkeys in the Far East. Whether it is the strength or endurance, as well as the cost of feeding, the fire mule is the best choice for the animal cart.

However, in this era of the explosion of energy technology, the shuttle of aircraft all over the sky, and the popularity of power armor, the Far East still uses a large number of inefficient animal-powered vehicles, which has to make people wonder.

On the surface, it seems that the Far Easterners are conservative and backward, and in order to protect their ecological environment, they prefer to use traditional animal-powered vehicles, but in fact, they have to do it.

Thinking back to 180 years ago, the roads of the Far East were all vehicles produced by Northern Heavy Industries, with a new and beautiful appearance and luxurious interior; But today, only second-hand cars from all over the world remain, with mottled and old surfaces and dilapidated interiors.

And there are two reasons for all this.

First, the Far East is not industrially developed, the level of education for the whole population is also low, the mechanical technology is very backward, and science and technology are stagnant before the last war; Second, the Far East has been a resource-poor land since ancient times, lacking fuel oil, coal mines, and various metal materials.

For thousands of years, the Far East's high-end technology and external interests have relied on a brilliant line.

Since the great fusion of temple beliefs in 1700 years of BDr, Far Easterners have begun to intermarry with the remnants of the north and send the best talents to the temple of glory. Therefore, the bloodline of the remnants of the north is very complex, with the characteristics of the three major clans of the Black Sea, the Ice Fields and the Snow Mountains, the characteristics of the nomads of the Northern Wilderness Continent, and the characteristics of the clans of the Far East.

As early as a thousand years ago, the Golden Triangle people, who have always boasted of pure western blood, jokingly called the northern remnants "miscellaneous hair", because the northern remnants have different hair colors, skin tones, and eye colors, which are strange. Interestingly, among the remnants of the North, the more complex the family tends to be the stronger than the family with a single bloodline, such as Norses. However, on the whole, although the bloodlines of the remnants of the north are complex, their sense of honor and values are very consistent. It has to be said that in this world, few ethnic groups can be so united as the remnants of the north.

One heart, one fire......

That's why Kozan was able to say that openly, "Although we don't have many people left, please remember that we have never been afraid of any faction!" ”

It was because of this that the old fellows of the Templar Presbyterian Church were able to admit without blushing or beating their hearts that they were afraid of the glorious vein.

However, with the extinguishing of the flame of Splendour, the Templars and the Psionics Alliance divided all of the diocesan and external interests of the Temple of Splendour. For example, the Wind Sand Castle and more than a dozen fortresses in the No. 5 Desert, hundreds of mining sites, the "Floating Island" and three oil fields in the Mirror Sea plane, and the ownership of half of the Dawn Fortress.

After the glorious war, the world council with the forces of the Western Continent, the Central Continent and the Northern Wilderness Continent as the main body deliberately squeezed out the Far East and suppressed the development of the Far East in energy, minerals and other aspects, including strictly controlling the transportation of basic strategic materials such as crude oil, coal mines, natural gas, and steel, as well as high-end strategic materials such as spirit ore, black oil, mythril, and pure gold. Without the support of modern industry and high-end technology, the Far East will not be able to profit from dimensional warfare, thus forming a vicious circle that is difficult to reverse.

As time went on, the Far East became poorer and poorer, and it almost fell into a situation from which it could never recover.

Fortunately, there are three other specialties in the Far East that are not found on other continents: mountain goods, black black iron and rare earths. Mountain goods are the favorite non-staple food of the nobles of Yincheng, including tea leaves such as white tea from the distant mountains and green tea from the blue sea, rare mushrooms such as matsutake mushrooms and fungus, precious animal furs, thousand-year-old mahogany, etc.; Black black iron is one of the raw materials of super-density alloys, and rare earths are the necessities of modern industry. Although the rate of exchange is getting lower and lower, at least the basic armament of the Far East can be maintained.

To put it simply, in the event of a world war, the Far Easterners would not go to war bare-bottomed......

Between thoughts, looking at the green mountains and green waters of his hometown, breathing fresh air, and smelling the faint fragrance of grass, Qin Ke'er, who was sitting on the ox cart, couldn't help yawning, stretching lazily, and then leaned on the supplies to take a nap. And Mu Qianhe, who was lying beside her at the moment, had already entered a sweet sleep when he left the town. As for the iron slag, he sat on the back of the last ox cart with his legs hanged, with a sweet grass in his mouth, lying on the pile of supplies, blowing the refreshing mountain breeze, looking at the blue sky in a daze.

A few hours later, in the evening, the warrior monks drove their ox-carts into a mountain path and stopped at a place where there was a stream of water to set up their tents. It would take another three days to get to Qinjia Village, and they had to camp halfway through.

From the time they set out until now, the three warrior monks of the Fire Horn Temple have rarely spoken, and they have not said a word except for the necessary exchanges. Looking at them, Iron Slag couldn't help but think of the porcupine, this black and fat man, who was also so taciturn, but full of pride.

After setting up their tents, the warrior monks lit a fire and set up a large iron pot. Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe also helped wash rice and vegetables and made dinner. And for the processing of food, iron slag is not interested in the slightest, unless necessary, he will not do it, when the old cow once sighed: "I make things unpalatable enough...... As a friend and honest man, the old cow did not say the following words, but his meaning is already very clear......

Dinner is carrot and bamboo shoots stuffed bacon rice, and when it is cooked, the overflowing bacon incense makes the iron slag can't help but open the lid to take a look. After cooking the rice, Qin Keer put down the chopped shallots and coriander, stirred repeatedly, and then served them in a rice bowl, and finally copied a green vegetable and covered it on top.

After dinner, the warrior monks began to clean up the cooking utensils and wash the dishes in the stream. Iron Slag watched idly, and after a while, the warrior monks cleaned up the scene, took off the old power armor on their bodies, and took advantage of the last sunset to carefully wipe it up.

Looking at their cherished gazes and cautious movements, Iron Slag's heart couldn't help but feel a trace of sourness. Over the past few months, he had become accustomed to seeing cadets and Templars in brand new power armor, who didn't need to be so cherished or wiped every day. If something goes wrong, the parts can be replaced at any time.

And the power armor of these warrior monks is the oldest model, and the armor is covered with traces of time, and I don't know how many generations have worn it. Such a power armor, in the eyes of the psionics of the Western Continent, is estimated to be a pile of garbage.

But their garbage is the treasure of the Far East.

This feeling is like the first time he drove a red comet to Sand City, when he was in high spirits, he saw a group of young masters roaring past in brand-new locomotives. Originally, this was nothing, but the next day, he saw several of the young masters smashing their locomotives in anger because they had lost the race. At that time, he felt sour like never before.

At this time, he couldn't help but think that maybe there was also Hillman Shiros in the group of young masters back then, but they didn't know each other at that time. The thought of this made him feel uncomfortable. So, he quickly made the decision to go back and deduct Hillman's salary, although the other party claimed to be his brother-in-law.

Gradually, the sun sank into the mountains, night fell, the moon rose, and the stars in the sky blinked.

Nothing to say all night......

The next morning, the mountain fog was thick and the birds were chirping. The warrior monks pulled the cattlemen back to their original path early in the morning and continued their journey, while Iron Slag and the two women were lying on the supplies of the cart, looking leisurely.

In the picturesque green mountains and beautiful waters, three ox carts walked slowly along the dirt road on the grass stained with morning dew......

By noon on the fourth day, a bustling market had appeared in front of me.

"Wow~" Seeing that his hometown was in sight, Qin Ke'er stretched his waist and shouted.

It wasn't long before the ox cart entered the market. As far as the eye can see, most of the here are street stalls, but there are also stone shops, and many farmers in straw hats or village women in turbans carry mountain goods in large baskets and sell them on both sides of the road.

"Fresh mushrooms, fungus, hair and cabbage ......", "Jujubes, wolfberries, yams...... "Selling herbs, wild chrysanthemums, honey......suckle", "Roe deer meat, just beaten last night, fresh ......", "Pheasant, selling pheasants......" "Far, three coppers, braised and roasted, fragrant ......" "Mountain spring fat goose, come and see the ......"

In addition, there are a variety of steaming stalls.

"Soy milk fritters, fresh and hot...... "Fried taro cake, two copper and one ......", "Pork rib noodle soup, minced meat soup, stinky tofu, noodle vermicelli, five copper and a bowl of ......"

Qin Ke'er and Mu Qianhe got out of the car, walked all the way and bought all the way, and it didn't take long to buy a lot of food and drink.

Iron Slag looked at them with their hands full of things, and their little mouths were still stuffed with unknown food, and he couldn't help but ask, "Can you finish eating?" In his opinion, wasting food is a very bad habit.

"Hmm...... Hmm...... the two women nodded as they ate, not caring about talking at all.

Iron Slag rolled his eyes, ignored them, and fell back on the ox cart to continue sleeping......