The sound of ticking sheep bells continued to be heard from the streets as the first shop in the origin territory opened its doors.

The sky is bright.

The two gates at the front and back of the Origin Territory were opened by guards, announcing that the overnight curfew was over.

In the apocalyptic wasteland, there is no night.

Everything should be completed as early as possible and set out as early as possible.

Those caravans that have stayed in the origin territory and have finished selling their stolen goods will rush to this time to get back on the road with their goods early and head towards the outside world.

Travelers who arrived outside the territory last night will also enter the territory as early as possible, find a place to eat, rest, and go out to do business.

It was already a week after the heavy snowfall ended.

Countless caravans that had been suspended due to disasters finally gradually returned to normal and began to get used to continuing to do business in such a harsh environment.

And as an indispensable part.

The origin territory has gradually returned to some of its former prosperity.

In the Sanyuan Hotel near the small market on the right side of the Origin Territory, Somo opened the window half-open and curiously looked at the various stalls that had been set up below.

Although this location is not as good as the terrain of the official guest house in the Origin Territory, you can see many larger shops when you go downstairs.

It's not as good as Kaiyun Hotel being located in the center of the territory, with guards nearby for safety.

But the reason why I chose it here is because it is better than the two words Huang Bing introduced before.

reality!

"Sure enough, just like modern cities, in the big market in the origin territory, there are some outsiders trading things. Except for the greater variety of goods, there is no advantage at all in terms of price."

“But here, they are all locals, so the variety of products may be a little different, but the prices are definitely cheaper!”

Most of the people who can set up stalls here are aboriginal people near the origin territory.

They will bring the rewards from the lucky bags and the wild goods found in the mountains and fields here for sale.

Occasionally, you can pick up a few loopholes in these things.

And if you are lucky, you may run into some nearby refugees bringing things looted from the ruins for sale.

As for why no "outsiders" come here to pick up leaks.

According to Huang Bing, there are only two words:

xenophobic!

Boom, boom, boom.

While I was thinking, there were sudden knocks on the door of the house.

Before entering the Origin Territory, Sumo had told him that any warrior who wanted to enter would only need to tap twice.

And now.

"Please come in." Sumo looked away and turned his attention to the door.

With a crash, the door opened, and the person standing outside was none other than the short guard Huang Bing who left last night.

It's different from last night's attire.

After one night, Huang Bing had taken off his decent guard uniform and put on a coarse cotton coat similar to that of local refugees.

It can be seen that Huang Bing still put some thought into being a good guide in the future and getting only one day's food payment.

"Mr. Yang, the morning market has opened. If you have dining needs or want to buy some precious goods, it is best to leave now."

“If it’s any later, the stalls run by locals will be closed down.”

"Oh? Collect it so early?" The time now is only half past six in the morning. Counting three or four hours have passed, it's only ten o'clock.

Closing the stall so early?

Sumo couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"It's like this. Although everyone is a local, they are also divided into territories, and they also have tasks every day."

"We come here to set up stalls and trade. Most people come here as early as possible, and then return to the territory at eight or nine o'clock to continue completing the tasks assigned by the lord." Huang Bing explained patiently, and then said with a wry smile:

"Sir, you can actually understand it this way. Completing the daily tasks assigned by the lord is our full-time job when we are on earth. We must complete it with quality and quantity every day in order to receive the issued rations and avoid being fired and unemployed."

"Coming here to set up a stall is just like going to the night market to make extra money after get off work in the evening. It's a part-time job. No matter how much it is, we can only do whatever it takes. If we rely on this to make a living, I'm afraid I'll starve to death."

"What about you?" Sumo raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Me?" Huang Bing was stunned, then smiled and shook his head: "The guard job is seven days a week, and I need to work for three days and provide food for five days, so I have four days a week to work part-time to make up for the lack of food.

those two days”

During the conversation, it was vague.

Huang Bing felt that the bearded man in front of him, who looked like a bandit, seemed different from the ordinary people he usually received.

It's like a lion suddenly dropped into a wild cat-infested wasteland.

Although they both belong to the cat family, there is a huge gap between them in terms of temperament and strength.

Moreover, in the eyes of Master Yang, who has the same name as Erlang God in Chinese mythology.

Huang Bing hadn't been able to see that contempt for a long time.

And this was what surprised him the most.

"Let's go. Since they will leave soon, we really need to move faster."

He stood up, picked up the fur-collared coat that was placed on the bedside, and put some of it on himself.

Suddenly, the disappeared feeling of the Mountain King returned to me like a miracle.

"Mr. Yang, who are your men?" Huang Bing scratched his head in confusion as Su Mo was about to go out alone.

"Don't worry about them, they may be too tired from the journey here, so just let them sleep a little longer!"

When Huang Bing mentioned it, Su Mo laughed, but after thinking about it, he pointed at two soldiers who were sitting in the hotel lobby and chatting with other passers-by.

In your own territory, you naturally don’t need to carry anyone with you when traveling.

But in this origin territory, there are some problems.

Whether you have trouble when going out, or you need to pay for the transportation of something when you buy something, there is always someone to help you get it done.

As for Feng Tianmin, Feng Long, and Guan Yuan.

Sumo didn't lie. The three of them had indeed returned to their rooms to catch up on their sleep.

After a night of operation and exploration, while familiar with the operation methods of adventurous mechanics, the three of them almost turned the entire public part of the origin territory upside down.

At present, a simple but not simple map has been initially drawn.

From the arrangement of each room, to the height of the building, to its general purpose, everything is basically clearly marked.

And the group of bounty hunters who had their sights set on themselves and others could not escape the pursuit.

With great ease, Feng Long followed the clues and found the gathering base camp.

According to this progress, everyone can start the first wave of actions tonight at the latest, trying to preemptively strike.

And now during the day, it is also the time to catch up on sleep and accumulate energy for the night.

"Mr. Yang, let's go have breakfast first, or go to the market first."

After leaving the hotel gate and standing on the dilapidated gravel road, Huang Bing looked around and calmly touched his belly, which was already protesting.

The reason why he agreed to work for three days in exchange for one day's food.

The reason is simple.

Food included!

In the past, if I met good customers, even if I couldn't get a full meal in three days, I could still manage to eat about half full, thus saving food for the day.

In the case of bad customers who starve for two meals a day and need to order more food at night to fall asleep, two days of food can be saved in three days.

If things accumulate over time and over time, only by saving like this can we save enough supplies to survive the disaster.

It was the first time he met such a "different" mountain king like Su Mo. Huang Bing was a little unsure whether he could survive more than half full today.

"Well, let's eat first. Just find a similar breakfast shop!"

Standing in the alleyway lined with stone houses, it didn't take long for Somo to become the focus of the crowd's attention.

Regarding his outfit, most people initially thought it was a joke, wondering where such a weirdo came from, so high-profile and tight.

But when Somo turned around and looked at the shiny black standard pistol on his waist, these people quickly put away all their expressions, for fear of offending the brow of this plague god.

In the wasteland, right now.

They are all people who came from the civilized era. Naturally, everyone knows what kind of terrible end will happen if the gun is pointed at them and the trigger is pulled.

firearms.

It is still a treasure that is hard to find and a weapon that everyone wants in the true sense.
To be continued...