The house had simple beds, tables, chairs, and some weapons such as spears, axes, and swords hung on the walls;

In addition, a pair of steel and wood heavy armor was carefully integrated and placed on the armor frame on the north side.

In addition to the usual things that could be found in almost every troll's house, the mysterious bottles stacked in the southeast corner of the room caught Olinka's eye.

At this point, Uncle Troll pulled out two stools, one of which he handed to Olinka and the other next to him.

His massive body sat in his chair and let out a 'clucking' sound.

"You also sit, I heard that the young trolls in the headquarters are very particular, so I won't invite you to bed.... To be honest, this is the first time that a female other than a comrade has come to me, not for mating. ”

The joke wasn't funny, Olinka smiled awkwardly, and sat down on the stool;

She took out the pen and paper from the blanket, took out a bottle of ink in a steel and wood container, placed it on the square table beside it, and then put the hard-shelled notebook on the other hand, ready to take notes.

With that, the two trolls sat opposite each other and the conversation began.

From the words of the troll uncle, it can be seen that the only few witch medicine disciples in the Normen station are just like the unlucky ones who have been selected to sign the lottery, and they are reluctantly assigned here to manage the work.

But to be honest, their management is very inadequate, except for the occasional mechanical arrangement of the decrees conveyed by the headquarters, they squat in the office every day to write and draw, and all they want in their minds is to return to the headquarters as soon as possible..... No matter how bad it is, it's good to go to those big stations to live.

These apprentices believe that only those places are where they can be used, not the frontier where there is nothing beneath their feet.

As for the two hundred trolls living here, they also have their own tasks.

Earlier, 30 hunting teams were stationed at the site and hunted in the surrounding forests to support the food supply of the headquarters.

The construction of the track, which began two years ago, reduced the population of the Normen station from three hundred to two hundred, and one-third of the trolls were assigned to the west to support the local construction.

This is nothing, after all, the expansion of the tribe's sphere of influence is also what these trolls look forward to and feel proud of.

However, the trolls who went to support were not relocated by the whole team....

At that time, the administrator made an appearance after a long absence, and selected members of the 'highly educated' from the various hunting teams to send them away individually.

The remaining trolls were saddened to part, but they did not expect a single explanation other than a cold 'this is the request of the headquarters';

On this basis, it was arranged to carry out mixed reorganization, and finally reduced from the original 30 to the existing 20.

Around this time, the headquarters issued a 'reclamation order', and established agricultural reclamation areas covering an area of hundreds or thousands of acres with the major stations as the center.

The emergence of these farms, together with the expansion of animal husbandry and the 'feeding' of wolves, has made the headquarters less and less dependent on hunting grounds or harvests;

However, it has also led to the fact that border areas such as the Normen station have become more and more marginalized in the overall ecological niche of the tribe.

After that, the hunting team was allowed to hunt greatly due to the restrictions of the "Shrinkage of Defense Zone";

At the same time, the agricultural activities that replaced hunting production were not carried out for a long time because of the lack of power for "farming education", the distribution of production tools was postponed in accordance with the "west first, then the east, the big and then the small", and the managers were not careful.

Today, the twenty hunting teams in the area have little more to do than occasionally use the small piers to cast their nets for fishing.

Of course, fish has never been the main food of trolls, and not many trolls like to eat something that smells fishy;

A boatload of fish is sent to the headquarters for sale, and the income is not worth as much as two or three large game.

As a result, the docks are piled up with a large amount of untroll-free catch, which is left to become rancid in the natural humidity and heat.

If it weren't for some 'accidents' that allowed the fish to find a 'way out', the trolls here would have become 'low-income households' who 'eat quotas'".

Naturally, the trolls complained to the administrators and asked him to give advice to the headquarters: either release the 'zone shrinkage order' and let the trolls hunt as always; Otherwise, they should apply for the "Farming Training" and start the development of farmland here.

"But those damn fools just don't want to move! We don't even see them once in a month! ”

In this regard, Uncle Troll's tone was full of resentment.

"Didn't you give your opinion directly to the headquarters?"

"Who to ask for advice? Which department is in charge of this work? The complicated office buildings of the ruling government can make me get lost! There are all kinds of inexplicable departments, there are literally more prey than in the Black Forest! ”

"What about the suggestion box...," Olinka asked, unconvinced.

"Hehe, the 'garbage' in the suggestion box is still our responsibility to take out, who will send it all the way to the headquarters, to the books of the high-ranking trolls? ”

"Well.... I understand. ”

Olinka kept her head down, scribbling in her notebook, occasionally picking up a quill and dipping it in the inkwell, and then continued to write.

After a while, she stopped summarizing her previous conversation, looked up, hesitated and uneasy, and asked,

"Can... May I ask Lady Karinates why she is angry, and why you are disappointed by my intentions? ”

When the words landed, the troll uncle's face flashed with undisguised anger and unwillingness;

Then he stood up, took a bottle from the corner, slammed the mouth of the bottle with a knife, and poured it up.

Olinka didn't speak, she just stared at the yellow liquid in the bottle in confusion, which was clearly the same thing as the 'drink' she had seen at the docks earlier.

She turned her head and looked at the rest of the bottles, either empty or unopened in the corner, and saw that they were of much the same size;

In terms of the degree of difference, although they are not 'industrial goods' produced in batches, they should all have the same source.

After watching the uncle drink the contents of the bottle in one gulp and burp, Olinka asked the question that had been in her heart for a long time.

"Mr. Sera Kinsta, what are you drinking? Can you show me? ”

Serakin was about to put the empty bottle back in the corner, shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and explained as he turned around and handed out the bottle,

"The thing that the boat of the hornhoe seed brings seems to be called 'Vino"... In their language, it seems to mean something like 'the source of passion'. ”

"The horn-hoofed trader said that this thing can be full of fighting spirit after taking a sip, and that you can forget all your troubles in a daze after drinking half a bottle.... Of course, they are all liars! I drank five bottles to find the feeling of dizziness! ”

Olinka sniffed the bottle and felt a very pungent smell;

It's not good to say whether it smells good or not, but it does make her unacceptable.

At the same time, the keywords of 'hornhoe traders' and 'Vino trade' also made her a little concerned;

And instinctively think that this should not be something that can be ignored.

'The trade of the tribes with the tribes of the East was all of a very strong purpose.... And what about these hornhoe species? What is their purpose? Is it a simple exchange of goods? And why have you never heard of this kind of cargo in this department? “

"Mr. Sera Kinsta, what are they exchanging for? Do you use rice money like us? ”

"How is it possible, they are not willing to take money for food, only food, weapons, and tools. Most of our catch was taken away by them. Otherwise, the stinky fish that can't be sold would have blocked the entire dock long ago. ”

"I see.... Do the administrators of the Normen station know about this? How long did this deal last? If the food used in exchange is a catch, where are the weapons and tools used in exchange come from? And what is the proportion of the exchange. ”

Olinka's face became a little more serious, as if to confirm something.

Serakin was overwhelmed by her continuous questioning, and he thought for a long time before he reluctantly gave an answer.

"I want to think about it.... It should only be about half a year younger, right? Five kilograms of fish, or a steel and wood spear, or two heavy swords, can be exchanged for ten vials of this Vino. ”

As he spoke, he churned at the bottle in Olinka's hand and said,

"Tools such as axes and saws can also be exchanged, but the price is a little higher than weapons.... By the way, they still want to change their armor, haha... But these dwarves can't wear the heavy armor that was made for us. ”

"Weapon .... Do you change more? ”

"How could it be that we don't want to exchange weapons! Give some stinky fish, at most some steel and wood trees, and the tools will be sent away, and the horned hoof species will go back in a huff every time. ”

"As for the managers..... Probably knows? I'm not so sure either.... After all, it's not easy to meet those guys. ”

'Boom...."

Olinka recorded everything he had said, then stopped writing and returned to the question he had asked.

"Lady Karina Thes is drinking this, right? Do you want to forget about some unpleasantness? I hope you can tell me about it... What the hell is going on? ”

Serakin bowed his head and was silent for a long time, then sighed low and said slowly,

"You're such a stubborn girl..."

"I just wanted to help you..."

"Well.... Did you hear that before, what I said when I introduced Karina? ”

"Yes, you said, 'She's my only remaining comrade', is that what happened? ”

"In addition to hunting missions, our hunting team actually has a layer of militia attributes, which you should know."

Olinka nodded and gestured in understanding, not to mention the members of these hunting teams, even herself, in fact, would be required to participate in militia training on schedule.

"It's okay for the militia to be trained, and we're willing to contribute to the security of the tribe, but..." At this point, there was a brief pause, and then, Selakin's tone suddenly became high-pitched,

"Could it be that the sacrifice of the clan is a sacrifice! It is a glory worthy of being remembered by future generations! And our sacrifice can only make the survivors silently squat in the corner to lick their wounds! ”

He waved his huge fists, made a hunting sound in the air, and spoke in a tone full of rage.