Burnett rode an old camel and walked easily on the way back to Shisongzhuang.

It took him half a month to go to the Shanshu clan in the south. With the eloquence he had learned over the years and the connections he had accumulated, he successfully completed the transaction with the barbarians of the tribe.

This journey not only brought salt and medicine from the village in the future, but also purchased gems and mechanical parts from the group of barbarians at a low price. These things were all goods snatched by the barbarian tribes and snatched from the caravans. In their hands, they were simply a secret bead of throwing away their resources.

But in this wilderness, civilized people like him can only survive by relying on the power of barbarians. This is really a great irony. The most valuable thing on the wasteland is human life, and the least valuable thing is the life of a person without owners.

Instead of working hard to learn craftsmanship and knowledge, it is better to take a gun and rob a wave and earn more. The two corpses scattered blood, and then the noble and the lowly were given soil. This is the mainstream value on the wasteland. The barbarians of the Shanshu clan wore stone war masks like that, and continued to fight, fearlessly dying, and rushed to the land of wealth like locusts, which brought fame that everyone in the wasteland was afraid of.

Thinking of the hideous stone mask that was exchanged for from the Shanshu clan, Burnett couldn't help but remember the mysterious hotel owner I met last night.

He was obviously a young man with a smile on his face and didn't look lethal. He was just thinking and started with cruelty. His eyes and body were filled with a bitter aura, which made people subconsciously ignore his age.

...For example, when we meet, we will slap people with an iron table and slap people out. Is this something serious people can do?

"I'm not timid, I'm just investing reasonably."

Burnett defended himself in a low voice, while secretly feeling the stolen parts, honey and stone masks, comforting himself that with such a tavern in the middle of the business road, you can sleep in the open in the future.

Burnett only hopes that what the boss said is not lying to him, and hopes that Shafu... is wrong, that man who cannot mention his name can really bring safety to himself.

The old guy under his crotch might have been sleepy while rushing all night. He walked slowly and slowly, and his eyes unconsciously stared at the Xincao on the side of the road and began to walk.

"Old guy, hold on for a while." Burnett patted the old dromedary on the neck, "We will rush back to Shisongzhuang to sleep before dawn, I will reward you with fried wheat!"

Such painting cakes have actually happened countless times. Not to mention that camels don’t understand, even Burnett knew that this was bragging. Wheat is a beer-making crop. If it weren’t for the desperate supply of tobacco and beer, there were so many elderly, weak, women and children in Shisong Village, so how could they live until now in the cracks of power?

Speaking of beer... I really want to take a sip...

Burnet thought in a daze and reached out to flip through the burlap bag on the camel's back.

But the tragedy happened at this moment.

The dromedary camel who was walking around was old and weak or because of lack of concentration. When crossing a sand ridge, he suddenly stepped on a piece of land and rolled down from the sand ridge with the people and camels!

Fortunately, Burnett did not wear a seat belt, so he was thrown out as soon as the camel fell and rolled down to the other side - otherwise, the camel's huge body would be pressed against him, and his life would be difficult to save.

When Burnett woke up in dizzy eyes and dizziness, he found himself lying under a sand dune. When he touched his head, the bandaged wound on his head broke again!

"Ah... it hurts... bastard, why am I so unlucky!!"

Burnett was furious as he beat the sand on the dunes, and he found that he had not been lucky since he met the owner of Zophy in the tavern last night. He was injured and lost money. When he arrived at his home, he actually had such a serious car accident!

After venting, he looked up and found that the figure of camels had long disappeared around him, and the dune was deserted. The old camel must have fallen to the other side of the dune...

"Burnett! You're really here!"

A scream suddenly came from behind him, and a hunched figure slowly emerged from the sand bay in the distance.

"Are you... the village chief of Old Hachi?" Burnett looked at the night for a long time before finally seeing the identity of this person from his familiar walking posture. The village chief of Shisongzhuang, the oldest old Hachi, is here alone?

"Burnett, why have you been here for so long? Normally, isn't it time to come back yesterday?" Old Village Chief Hachi tightly grabbed his sleeve with his left hand, "We take turns waiting for you here, for fear that something will happen to you!"

Burnett felt a turbulent heart, but he said carelessly on the surface: "What can happen if an old shuffle like me?! I just encountered a strange tavern on the road and just rested for a while."

Then Burnett laughed and scolded, "Village Chief, Bilder asked you to come out at such an old age to wait for me, and run back to sleep by yourself? What a little bastard!"

The village chief of the old Hachi shook his beard and glared: "You damn bastard! You call my son a little bastard, do you mean I'm an old bastard?!"

Burnett was amused. Old Hatch was so young that he loved his son Bilder the most. He was almost afraid of his son. His son asked him to go east, but he dared not go west. Today, the young man must be unable to stand the night, so he asked his old father to come and take the job.

"The village chief, it's not me who said you...Bilder has been married and had children, so you can't spoil him so much anymore. There are always times when the young man grows up. If he doesn't suffer any hardships now, he will suffer losses in the future!"

Old Hatch also grabbed his sleeve with his left hand, walked in front of him and agreed in a vague manner, changing the topic vaguely, "Stop talking, hurry up and follow me. The village has made a fortune and is having a party together. If you go back late, you will have nothing to eat!"

"Carnival? We haven't been in such a situation for a long time!" Burnett sighed. This event was held in the village during the harvest of tobacco and wheat. It was only a time when the tobacco and wheat harvest was a good harvest in the village. Don't even think about it on ordinary days. It should be almost five years since the last time it started?

"Thanks to Bilder, he learned that he made some money to go east and brought back a lot of food. In the future, we will no longer be afraid of being hungry..."

"East?"

Burnett wondered, "What business can be done in the east? It's not just the seas in Saberwater Bay..."

Speaking of this, Burnett choked up.

Don’t he know this trade route? Of course he knows it, but he dare not go!

Shisongzhuang has rich products due to planting technology, but with the Andernawara faction, they must not have any connections with the old enemy of the God-killing Vajra Pirates in the east!

Usually, if a caravan with a pirate group comes to trade, you can turn a blind eye. Now this behavior of actively sending a caravan is clearly a way to take the opportunity to die!
Chapter completed!