Tools are needed for the construction of land camps.

For example, an axe to chop trees, a hammer to break iron, and a saw to break down wood.

One of the most basic elements of civilization is the ability to use tools.

You can't break a tree with a fist that is 12 meters tall, you can't do it if you're bald.

The Tinder Shelter had no way to produce these tools, so it had to find someone else to buy them.

Gao Jun's idea was simple.

Take Alan and pretend to be a itinerant vendor.

Carrying a package on his back, he went to Changshu Farm to trade, of course, for unnecessary trouble, they also deliberately covered the "trolls" with plastic and carried them behind their backs, and no one cared if they didn't look carefully.

In fact, the Tinder Shelter is on the edge of a small forest, and after about ten minutes of walking, you will see a river that the survivors labeled: "River No. 11".

In the past, this area was a scenic spot.

This river is used for rafting.

The distance between the Tinder Shelter and Changshu Farm and Paradise Lost is about three or four kilometers in a straight line, with the difference that one is due west and the other is northeast.

On the sand of River No. 11, Gao Jun and the two also saw different species, similar to crocodiles, the largest of which was nearly 6 meters, and the smallest was about 4 meters.

I can't afford to mess with it, I can't afford to mess with

The two of them can only make a detour, during which they need to beware of xenomorphs, but also avoid encountering ill-intentioned survivors.

Finally, after about an hour or so, the two arrived near their destination.

At the end of the muddy mud road, there is an iron gate with the words written in Chinese: Find an old military doctor for infertility!

The concrete and stone walls on both sides of the iron gate are also hung with various advertisements, apparently using a lot of pre-war items.

In the aftermath of the nuclear war, the wasteland developed its own language.

The iron gate and wall were about three or four meters high, and a gallows stood in the doorway, on which hung a skeleton that slowly swayed back and forth with the wind, terrorizing and threatening the survivors who came around.

It's not the same as the vampires of Paradise Lost.

Gou Shi, the village chief of Changshu Farm, is a real ruling class, the emperor of the soil, and everything here is what he says.

There are only two identities that live here.

Gou Shi and serfs.

Even the thugs are serfs, but relatively speaking, the food is slightly better.

However, Gao Jun is not worried that the other party will rush out to give himself a sudden break, as long as the landlord family with land in his hands generally will not take the initiative to attack others, they prefer to farm the land, if they bully the ruthless people, the first time they did not die, they must always weigh whether it is cost-effective to bully barefoot.

Adults, you have to pay attention to gains and losses.

The most important thing is that just by listening to the name of this farm, he will make a lot of money just by selling grain, so why should he be an outlaw.

Walk to a distance of more than ten meters from the iron gate and stop.

This place, even if you get hit by a flintlock pistol, you won't burp.

Gao Jun pulled and was about to pull a burning light rod to show his kindness, Hei Buqiu approached other people's homes, and everyone thinks you are a thief.

But a beam of light shone very clearly on the hand.

Slowly, the whole earth began to be illuminated by sporadic sunlight.

"God... It's lit up! ”

Gao Jun was a little stunned, he didn't expect that the "dark night" would be gone.

Cheers rang out from the farmstead.

"Someone! Someone's coming! ”

The thugs on the wall saw Gao Jun and the two at a glance and rang the hanging wind chimes?

The barrel of the flintlock pistol protrudes from between the shutters.

"Hey!!"

"Who are you? What are you doing here? ”

Gao Jun raised his hands, "We have no ill intentions, we are businessmen, come with you to exchange something, don't shoot." ”

As he spoke, he motioned for Alan to take out a package he was carrying and put it in front of him.

The thug stretched out his head and looked at it, his fingers were still on the trigger, and Gao Jun's eyelids trembled, don't go off.

"I haven't seen you."

"We're Itinerant Traders, we're only here today, we've been to Lost Land before, and the mayor over there has talked about you."

"Itinerant merchants?"

The thug still looked skeptical.

"You march in the night?"

Gao Jun shrugged, "We have to do business, bottle caps are more important than life." ”

This time when he asked for money and didn't want to die, he was a little stunned when he heard it.

And such a "tiger" person?

However, it is not for nothing.

The length of the night is uncertain, and scattered survivors and even marauders can always be seen.

"What do you have and what are you going to exchange?"

"Ours is all good things, maybe you can send someone to come and see, you can rest assured, just trade outside, and when we finish it, we will leave, and we will never stay."

"All we need is some food and tools."

The thug said a few words to his companion who ran up next to him, and the latter ran down the fence.

"Wait, I'll ask for advice."

Gao Jun smiled.

"Boss, will they eat black?" Alan asked in a whisper from behind.

"Their mouths can't fit into the Winchester M1897 shotgun, and if they don't give money, they will collapse if they come hard."

"After they were killed, they turned around and ran, and I didn't believe that they would dare to chase them into the wilderness."

Gao Jun learned to be ruthless in the wasteland.

To put it mildly.

In the wasteland you have to show your muscles, and the weak have to be eaten.

After about three to five minutes, the front door opened.

A middle-aged man with a large head and a somewhat sickly look walked out with four serfs with vegetables on their faces, and behind them stood two thugs armed with flintlock pistols.

Sure enough, everyone who sells grain has money!

The big-headed middle-aged man stared at him with no expression.

"Gao Jun."

Stretch out your hand and introduce yourself with a smile.

"I don't need to know you, what are you selling?" The attitude of the middle-aged man is very hard.

It's also very rude!

Gao Jun withdrew his hand with a smile, he didn't mind, glanced at Allen, nodded slightly, and the latter opened the package, and the contents were immediately revealed.

The middle-aged man's eyes saw a gun at once!

His expression suddenly became nervous, and he made a gesture, and the thug behind him raised his gun.

"Calm down, calm down."

Gao Jun pressed his hand and stood up, "This is our cargo, the N99 pistol, which came from far away, can fire in bursts, and three bullets can almost kill a mutant hyena." ”

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this, "Is it the City of the Dead far, far away?" ”

The City of the Dead?

What is that place?

Gao Jun heard another name he had never heard of.

But he replied ambiguously, "Maybe." ”

"I don't believe in what you say."

"Allow me to demonstrate, it's also within my scope to solve customers' doubts, but I can only demonstrate one bullet, after all, bullets are also valuable."

The middle-aged man looked at him with blazing eyes and nodded.

Gao Jun loaded the N99 pistol with a bullet, looked left and right, aimed at a big tree with a thick waist next to him, and pulled the trigger.

The sound was loud, but much smaller than a flintlock pistol.

"You go over and have a look." The middle-aged man looked at the gunman behind him and said, apparently, his status is not low.

The gunman did not dare to say no and trotted over, for fear of running slowly.

Then he ran back with wide eyes and a stunned voice.

"The muzzle is small, but the lethality is sufficient, about 15 centimeters into it, and the skull of the mutant hyena is not so hard."

The middle-aged man's eyebrows stretched slightly, and he looked back at Gao Jun.

"What do you want to change?"

"20 kilograms of green millet, 10 kilograms of green mushrooms, and 5 kilograms of white worms, there are 10 sets of tools, one set of which requires an axe, a saw, and a basket, as well as two sets of iron pots and two sets of iron spoons."

It is a herbaceous plant with stout, erect, solitary or few clusters, sometimes branched; The leaves are linear or linear-lanceolate, and are one of the whole grains.

It can generally be seen in the wild, of course, artificial cultivation can also be done, but the yield cannot be increased.

There is very little place left on the land that can be planted.

Gao Jun also tried planting before, but finally gave up, and when he came back, people even stole the land for you.

And white grass is cabbage.

"These are my bottom lines, I know the market." Gao Jun pretended to understand very well, just so as not to be bargained over.

However, when the middle-aged man heard his words, he was stunned for a moment.

Is the price quoted by yourself too high?

These things are enough for 10 people to eat for more than half a month.

Thinking about it this way, it is indeed a bit much, just when Gao Jun was thinking about whether to take a step, the middle-aged man nodded slowly.

"Deal!"

“……”

NMD！

Herb (herbaceous plant).

Shouted low.

Lao Tzu was dignified, and the overseas manager of Poly Company actually sold at a loss.

Gao Jun almost spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

He still underestimated the price of weapons in the wasteland.

"My gun and magazine are sold separately." But he quickly thought of a way to be a profiteer!

Sure enough, when the middle-aged man heard this, his brows tightened.

"I want 5 serfs, plus 20 kilograms of millet, and I'll give you 5 more bullets in addition to the magazine."

Serf?

Who else wants this kind of thing?

Grab a handful in the wilderness.

The middle-aged man immediately agreed, and a little smile finally appeared on his face, "No problem." ”

finally met a big dog, Gao Jun naturally would not be so satisfied, he took out the burning light stick again, and said a bunch of nice things, but the other party said that he didn't need it.

"It's too extravagant, we don't need it."

"What about cockroach medicine? It can poison dozens of mutant cockroaches in one minute. ”

The middle-aged man had a strange face, "Poison them, then can they still eat?" ”

“…”

"If you still have weapons, you can cooperate with us, we will not refuse to come, and the rest, I'm sorry."

"Of course, if you need serfs, you can also come to us, 5 bullets per person, long-term cooperation."

People are the most valuable and the least valuable.

There are many garbage pickers in the neighborhood.

At the time of delivery, the middle-aged man was very happy, weighed the grain, and specially sent a board cart to hang on a serf and let them drag it away.

I didn't sell anything else.

But Gao Jun will not be disappointed, at least he knows a truth.

The arms business is also very thriving in the wasteland.

My mainstream product is the N99 pistol, and the shotgun can't be sold, so I will think about it when I get a better weapon in the future.

On the way back, Gao Jun was in a very good mood.

The deal made him see a lot.

He also conversed with the timid, trembling serfs, and was mild.

To treat the people at the bottom, you have to be warm.

This is the experience of our predecessors.

"Wait!"

Allen, who was in front, suddenly stopped.

……