The Blackfoot Tribe arrived faster than they had imagined. It has been renovated and full of traces of thriving trade, with many merchants and markets anchored around Blackfoot Village, transforming it from a well-guarded barbarian tribe into the current trading hub.

The Blackfoot tribe is actually in a much better position than the northern tribes, and he is right in the heart of the southern tribes and prosperous with the west

The "civilized zones" are not far apart, and the prosperity brought about by this commercial development is a change that can be foreseen after the improvement of the style of work and the active foreign trade.

A caravan passed by the atomic humvee parked on the side of the road, several two-headed oxen carrying large boxes and small boxes on their backs walked unhurriedly towards the village under the leadership of the merchants, the leader of the caravan looked happy and looked very friendly, while the mercenary bodyguards who accompanied the team were serious and indifferent, their hands would never leave the holster on their waists, and their eyes scanned anything around them, keeping their vigilance.

"It's a good car." A merchant who was with the group left the group and ran to Andy's window, looking enviously at his car.

The lad was telling the truth, it was harder to find a powerful and rusty, pre-war car far from New California than it was to reach the sky, whether it was to find it, to own it, or to maintain it.

Andy nodded and smiled at him and gave him a cigarette.

"What are your caravans trading with Blackfoot right now?" The young man in the shabby blue cap smoked a cigarette a little clumsily, and when he heard this, he poured beans into a bamboo tube and told him what he knew.

"A lot, the Hoover Dam has a great demand for meat, milk, skin, and wine from Blackfoot, and even their own earthen guns and knives... Although it is certainly not as good as the military supplies brought from New California, it is sturdy and affordable, and it is very popular with wastelanders. We brought all kinds of small items, gadgets, canned food, batches of grain, vegetables and fruits from Hoover Dam.... But that's all small heads. The young caravan member lowered his voice and mysteriously spoke of the little secrets he knew.

"I'm telling you, people like us don't make much money from Blackfoot, and some people make a lot of money, whether it's the good wine from the Hoover Dam or the ..... All kinds of medicines, especially all kinds of drugs, the profit and sales volume are simply too high. Andy was a little silent when he listened, he didn't expect the depraved side of civilization to penetrate so quickly, Siris let out a mocking snort, and Alidean was distracted again, only Bridges answered stupidly.

"The sanitary conditions of those tribe people are really poor, I am afraid that many of them often suffer from parasitic diseases, typhoid fever, traumatic infections, etc., and they only know how to use those ineffective herbs and tobacco to make a paste on their bodies or drink it directly, most of the tribesmen think that shamans have magical powers to heal them, but in fact it is all superstition." The young man looked at him, smiled, and shook his head.

"Oh, I'd say you're right, but not entirely. Don't underestimate the local doctors, as far as I know, there are a few women in that village who are very good at seeing doctors, and some merchants have spent a lot of money and asked them to treat them because they can't find a doctor here, and guess what? Those women are better than the serious doctors at Hoover Dam! Bridge couldn't believe it, but Andy wasn't surprised that Ouroboros Village had a deeper relationship with the Blackfoot Tribe, and that the daughters of Hekate who had succeeded him were definitely talented, at least in medicine, under Hekate's teachings.

Their medical system, based on the advanced pre-war medical theories taught by Diana and Hecate's adaptation to the Buraku environment, was already self-contained, and had an amazing effect on the treatment of diseases that many Buraku people often suffered.

"Really?" Bridge was skeptical.

"I've been to tribes where most of the shamans will only perform some spiritual healing methods after simple herbs don't work, such as using a wooden chakra hanging in the air or whatever... What kind of magic device or something, asking people to come into contact with this kind of thing and meditate to heal themselves, I think this is the placebo effect or hypnosis of self-suggestion, what kind of disease can the doctors in this village see? The young man's eyebrows fluttered as he told what he had seen.

"There was a guy who didn't know what was going on, and suddenly started vomiting and diarrhea on the way here, and came here and bought a sticky strange medicine and put it on his navel, and it was almost immediately cured, and if the doctor on the other side of the Hoover Dam came to see him, and not to say that it couldn't be healed so quickly, most of them would just tell the patient to go home and drink more hot water and rest."

"There was also a man who had a lot of pain in his head, nose and ears, and I heard that they first pressed his head and lit it with a powdered herb and then fumigated it, and then used a special stone to keep ringing in his ears, and it didn't take long for him to be completely cured, knowing that his annoying old problem in the past cost him an unknown amount of money." Bridge was amazed to hear it, and kept saying that he must find out if he had the chance.

Andy chuckled inwardly and coughed, telling him that those magical female doctors were probably the daughters of Hekate sent by Ouroboros Village, which made Bridge's face change dramatically.

The young man quickly waved back to his group, and Andy threw his cigarette butts outside to prepare for the drive into Blackfoot Village, where there were still a lot of supplies in the car and the Pip-Boy, and Andy had brought a lot of Diana's gifts from the nursery.

There were a lot of vegetables, fruits, medicines, and pre-war packaged food, which were worthless ornaments to Diana, after all, she had no physiological needs at all, and the only living animals in the nursery for a long time besides her.

However, these things will still get tired after eating them for a long time, and Andy wants to eat some better food now, and he already misses the bighorn lamb jerky and fresh two-headed beef roast from the Blackfoot tribe.

That's right... There are also some dairy products, as well as a lot of quirky tribal specialties. It wasn't long before he saw the village, which was still a mixture of dirt, hard-to-melt pre-war metal waste, and everything like scrap tires..... Or rather, fences.

However, unlike the last time, not only have these protective facilities not been repaired and renewed, but even a large part of them have been dismantled.

It seems that they are not as nervous as they used to be, which may be a good thing. The old road is built on the old road where the crumbling antebellum asphalt road rises along the hillside, and the gate of the Blackfoot tribe is still the familiar dilapidated pre-war bus.

The sentry next to it was still in the old place, and there were a few sleepy guys behind the shooting hole, half-lying and half-leaning there, and someone was snoring loudly.

The weapons in their hands were already shotguns, much more dynamic and powerful than those guns at the beginning, and some of them were obviously not blackfoot's own native guns, and they looked like high-quality rifles traded from the NcR.

In addition to extensively searching the remains of pre-war military storage, the arms dealers also repaired the ordnance assembly line, and organized enough manpower to make guns that were not inferior to the pre-war products according to the drawings, but the big-headed soldiers could not get those expensive luxuries, they only had cheap military rifles to use.

The caravan stopped in front of the bus, and the leader beckoned the undedicated natives to open the door, and a black-footed man reluctantly got up from his sleep and pressed a switch.

Andy was amazed to see that this time the village gate was opened without multiple people humming to push the cart, and Blackfoot seemed to have made a deal with some visitors from the west, and the bus was modified.

Electricity now replaces primitive human power to drive the scrap car around, quickly and effortlessly, and all the guards need is press a button.

While others were in, Andy also quickly drove the car in, and the guards greeted him when they saw him, and some familiar faces ran towards the car and warmly invited him to eat and drink at home.

Andy was happy, of course, but he also noticed that the black-footed people were generally becoming rich and sluggish.

What about the black-footed people whose eyes are like eagles and falcons and whose bodies are like mountains, leaving their black footprints on the earth?