The lord of the Origin Territory made a grand appearance, and once he appeared, it caused a sensation in a small part of the area.

For this big shot, he has rarely appeared since he ascended to the throne as a territorial lord.

Many local ordinary people had never seen it before, and they came in droves out of curiosity.

Not to mention those foreign travelers who are still staying in the origin territory.

However.

This origin lord came quickly and left quickly.

After making a brief appearance in front of a small group of people, he led the people into the fourth large private room of Zhongfeng Restaurant and disappeared.

At the same time, there was quite a commotion in the main peak restaurant.

First, the two tables of people who were eating in the private room were ruthlessly "kicked out", and several people even had rice grains and grease stains hanging from the corners of their mouths.

Furthermore, everyone sitting in the hall was told that the meat and vegetables would have to be delayed for a while until the lord had finished eating before they could be served to them.

But because the fee for two origin coins will be waived in the lobby, and the private room will be waived plus the next discount.

Not only everyone in the hall clapped their hands and applauded.

Even the people at An's table who were kicked out were not angry. They just greeted the new lord with respect and left happily.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the new lord is as powerful as a dragon and a tiger, and he looks like a strong man who can accomplish something in the wasteland.

As long as you can talk to and have a relationship with such people, you will have climbed to the top of the sky, and it will be difficult not to take off.

But for Somo, who was sitting on the third floor, having finished eating and drinking tea.

He was a little disinterested.

"You still don't know the name of this new lord?"

Holding the rough tea cup in his hand and shaking the light yellow-orange tea inside, Somo had something to say.

Huang Bing, who had also finished eating, sat in his seat and thought for a while, shaking his head: "It seems that I really don't know. Counting this time, I have only met the new lord three times in total. Not to mention me, even my superiors probably don't know."

Not sure”

"Because the rules among the mountains have not changed much, and everyone's life is going according to plan. Except for the promulgation of monetary policy, the new lord rarely comes out to speak. As for his name."

Huang Bing hesitated for a moment, but finally, he came over and whispered: "I only heard someone call him Bahu, because the former Lord of the Peak was beaten to death with his fists!"

"Being beaten to death with both fists? Is it so outrageous?"

After Huang Bing finished speaking, the soldier sitting next to him subconsciously exclaimed in surprise.

If this happened to ordinary people, fighting for survival, it would be understandable.

But when it falls on the lord, it only makes people feel overwhelmed.

"Yes, regardless of other achievements, in everyone's mind, the new lord's military power is recognized and beyond doubt."

"And this is also the reason why so many passing caravans and travelers dare not stir up trouble in the territory."

As a guard, Huang Bing obviously knows more than ordinary people.

"The last time someone tried to wreak havoc in the territory by relying on more people and guns, but it only took one night. The group seemed to have disappeared, and no one knew where they had gone."

"At that time, we thought it was haunted, and people were in panic. If it hadn't been for the order from above, no one would have known that the new lord had secretly dealt with this group of people."

Most of the information provided by Huang Bing earlier is just speculation by some people, without any case support.

But the last piece of information made Su Mo's heart move.

Beating someone to death with both fists is not a feat worth bragging about. It is the same as a gangster acting rogue and will not serve as a deterrent.

But to have a group of gunmen suddenly disappear overnight is a sign of strength.

"Anyway, as long as you cause trouble in the origin territory, no matter what the origin, no matter what weapons and equipment you have."

"It only takes one night. As long as you don't leave the territory, you will definitely disappear mysteriously, without exception."

Finally, seeing the waiter walking over with two origin coins in his hand, Huang Bing added another sentence and then closed his mouth.

Normally, he would never do such a taboo thing.

This kind of behavior of talking about one's lord behind his back is not considered a glorious thing no matter which territory it is placed in.

You can face Somo.

First, he was affected by his attitude and courage, and then he was taken to eat such a "luxurious" meal.

Huang Bing himself felt that he was in a panic even if he didn't talk about getting some useful information out.

"Let's go, I have to go shopping at the street stalls next, so I won't waste time."

Taking the two origin coins returned and putting them into his pocket, Soma shrugged, stood up and walked down first.

On the way to visit the center of Origin Territory.

What happened before, what was said, Sumo didn't mention it, Huang Bing didn't mention it, it was as if it never happened.

As a guide, after faithfully completing his mission, he took Somo to the two large and two small markets in the territory.

The group returned to Sanyuan Hotel.

Huang Bing bowed slightly and rushed to other posts to earn a living, catching the noon light.

But the difference from before is that after visiting the Origin Territory for more than three hours.

Then watch him leave.

Not only did Sumo sigh in his heart, but even the two warriors were speechless for a moment. They only secretly thought that they were really the good deeds of their ancestors, and they were lucky enough to become a part of the Tianyuan territory in this life.

Huang Bing's life.

In a sense, it is the ordinary daily life of every ordinary person in the origin territory.

Most people here have to work three to five jobs every day to ensure that they can feed themselves and have a little surplus to prepare for the next disaster.

Only a very small number of people can only do one job and accumulate supplies.

Compared with the Hope villagers far away in Tianyuan territory, the people here are not living a happy life.

Take the small vendors in the market who buy and sell things as an example.

They do not have formal jobs in the territory, which means they have to work in the territory at least six days a week.

And during these six days, the food distributed in the territory was only for three days.

With this gap of four days, they have to find a way to solve it themselves.

Or we should cut back on our diet, eat only one meal a day, save as much rations as possible to maintain our lives, and wait for the opportunity to come back like a "welfare disaster".

Either do more jobs, squeeze more of your labor force, spare as much time as possible, and earn some food.

I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to starve and become weaker and weaker.

Most people have to get up at five o'clock in the morning and start busy planning their day's schedule.

Most of them would eat some "Crystal bark" from the mountains in the morning after getting up and washing up.

This kind of tree is generally not small in size, usually about ten meters tall. It is a specialty of the mountains in the wasteland.

Although the bark is as dry and hard as stone, it would take more than ten blows with a knife to cut off a section.

But after being boiled in water, it will slowly become soft like donkey skin until it is very chewy.

Although the bark itself contains a small amount of trace elements needed by the human body, on the other hand, it contains a large amount of plant fiber.

This kind of long hard fiber cannot be digested by the stomach of ordinary people in civilized times.

In the long run, it will only accumulate in the abdomen and gradually cause various complications.

But the good news is that humans can only digest the short soft fibers that disperse into the soup after the bark is boiled for a long time.

Although in the long run, there are still considerable risks.

But compared with survival, these risks are obviously not worth mentioning.

After eating bark soup and filling their stomachs a little, these people will go out with the things they prepared the night before.

They first had to jog all the way down from their residence on the mountain to the center of the territory.

He also had to rush ahead of others, seize the location he had inspected long ago, and set up his stall.

Fortunately, there is a curfew at night in the Origin Territory, and there are also strictly enforced closing and opening times.

This prevented the vendors from maliciously getting involved, staying out at night and occupying the stalls all night long.

From half past six to half past nine.

These three hours are their personal free time.

If it can be sold, it is naturally a good thing.

But if you can't sell it, there's nothing you can do.

When the time came, everyone could only pack their things and hurried back to the territory along the way they came in the morning to start the work arranged yesterday.

From ten o'clock to six o'clock in the afternoon, there are eight hours in between.
To be continued...