wasteland ranch

Chapter 35 Strange Transaction

Before setting off, Lin Guiyao tore off a small section from his own clothes, leaving a bit of incense on it that Bai Ruochu had marked on him before entering the stone forest.

"This is Shijixiang. As long as you are within 500 meters of me, I can find you."

Bai Ruochu's words were still in his ears, Lin Guiyao dipped some blood that hadn't dried up from his arm, carefully wrote the five words "Continental" and "Hope Village" on the cloth strip, and then pressed it on a pile of stones Down.

He took off the remaining half of Mark Xiang's clothes, and put it in the last compartment of his space backpack, next to the precious white jade lotus seeds, and then changed into a T-shirt he found in the car .

"Go, let's go!"

……

The road from the sea to the mainland is not easy. Those near and flat passages are basically guarded by some guards with guns.

Any camp with some strength would profit from occupying such an entrance and collecting tolls from those who come and go.

Fortunately, however, most of them turned a blind eye to those passers-by who were not causing trouble, and it was rare for them to shoot passers-by for no reason.

After all, those who dare to go to the underworld to search for treasure are either ruthless or the forces behind them are fierce enough, and they only want to make money, so naturally try to be kind as much as possible.

Of course, what is going on behind the scenes, and what kind of filth it is, it is not enough for outsiders to understand.

Lin Guiyao and the others found a slightly smaller entrance, and used the car, which was about to run out of gasoline, as a customs clearance fee, taking the first step into officially entering the mainland.

"Little brother! Little brother!"

"Little brother, please stay!"

A middle-aged man with a belly as big as a ball and wearing a green shirt panted after Lin Guiyao and his party, and stopped them with his hand.

"Is something wrong?"

Lin Guiyao frowned, and his voice was a little cold. Although he knew that most people would not dare to make trouble in other people's camps, he still had to be careful.

"Haha, there is something to do, of course there is something to do, and it's still a great thing!"

The fat man held his big belly, laughed and rubbed his hands together.

"I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Lin, and my single name is Hai, but everyone I know calls me Fat Dahai. The little brother is destined to be with me. Of course, you can also call me that, hahaha."

"Farewell."

Fat Dahai:? ? ?

Seeing Lin Guiyao stepping up and leaving, Pang Dahai hurriedly said:

"Little brother, listen to me, I am a traveling merchant."

"Traveler?"

Lin Guiyao paused. As the name suggests, traveling merchants are itinerant businessmen, but some speculators often call themselves traveling merchants, but in fact they are just liars who set up mobile stalls.

"What do you sell?"

"Hahaha, I'm not mistaken, the little brother is indeed not an ordinary person, and what I sell is naturally not an ordinary product..."

Fatty Lin suddenly put on a serious expression and came closer.
"What I sell is people!"

people?
Lin Guiyao looked at Lin Dahai playfully until fine sweat gradually broke out on his forehead. He didn't know whether it was because of the hot weather or something.

"Take me to see."

Slave trader, a profession that is both loved and feared in the wasteland.

Those who love him are naturally the big guys in the camp. They have many heavy tasks that require a lot of manpower to complete, but their soldiers often disdain to do the hard work.

Therefore, humble and cheap slaves became their best choice.

Those who hate them are naturally those who were captured as slaves. After all, slaves are not planted leeks. If you cut a stubble, it will grow another one immediately. You have to find and catch it yourself, just like wild vegetables.

Many living people who had to flee in the desert due to various accidents, and even some weak villages and camps, were the targets of their slave traders.

As long as there is enough profit, even if they sell their mother, they will not blink an eye.

And those who were captured as slaves naturally had a very miserable end, hard work, scarce food, and those who bought them often used them as livestock, or even worse than livestock.

Anyway, it's not expensive, and you can buy another batch after you die.

And this unremarkable fat man actually said that he was a slave trader?

Lin Guiyao looked around, but he didn't find his armed guards. He was a little confused, but decided to follow him to have a look.

Anyway, the camp is not afraid of this guy's mischief. Let's see if we can get some information first so that we can survive better on the mainland.

"This way, this way."

Fat Dahai smiled and brought the three of them into a small and medium-sized tent. Lin Guiyao looked around, picked up a corner of the tent to observe, and didn't see anything weird before he stepped in.

There is not much space in the tent and it is easy to see.

Lin Guiyao found that there was no cage or anything like that inside, but there were more than a dozen people in ragged clothes sitting or lying on the ground. Seeing someone coming in, they immediately focused their eyes on him.

"You play with me?"

Taking a closer look, Lin Guiyao shook his head and was about to leave. The slaves that Fat Dahai showed him were all young and old, not a single one of them was young or old!

Even if these people bought it, it would only be a waste of food rations and they would not be able to do any heavy work. No wonder they came to him because they wanted to take him for granted!
Fat Dahai grabbed Lin Guiyao with sweat profusely,
"Little brother, please calm down, listen to me!"

"I know these people are always a bit older, but there are also some young ones among them. If you give them a little cleaning, maybe there will be some good-looking ones. Let's take a look, little brother?"

This fat sea actually has the face to say that they are always getting older?
Those old people were obviously so skinny that they couldn't stand upright, which made Lin Guiyao seriously doubt whether the breath they exhaled in one second would be able to breathe back in the next second.
And those little ones, six or seven or eight years old, looked like bean sprouts, covered in dirt all over their bodies, and their hair was hardened like Astro Boy, and they still wanted to bathe them with water?
Just kidding!

The bath water alone is enough to replace five or six young slaves!

Lin Guiyao shook his head: "I'm sorry, you can find someone else."

It's not that he didn't see the longing eyes of those people. Although being a slave is painful, there is still a bite to eat, and before they are bought, they will have nothing to eat.

But Lin Guiyao is not a person with a mother's heart. He can't even make a meal himself, so he can't care about others.

If these people can do some work, there may be room for consideration, but in this situation, he should withdraw as soon as possible...

"Little brother, wait a little longer!"

Fat Dahai rubbed his hands, glanced at the slave behind him, turned his head and said to Lin Guiyao with pain on his face:
"No, no money, I'll give it all to you!"

"for free?"

Pang Dahai nodded heavily.

(End of this chapter)