Nutrition Was Running Low
Qing Chen muttered to himself, "If you give this away, it'll be a problem for us to start a fire."
Li Shutong jokingly said nonchalantly, "It's alright, just have our in-laws help us start the fire, we don't need this thing."
Qing Chen: "... That seems to make sense. So, can we go over for a free meal tonight?"
"That's exactly what I was thinking," Li Shutong said.
At this moment, Zhang Tongdan waved his hand towards the woods. "Someone, bring everything out."
He turned to Qin Cheng and said, "We just finished discussing the toll fees. Now let's talk business. By the way, you need to make it clear to your in-laws that if word gets out about what we did, not only will your whole family go to jail, but we'll also be surrounded and annihilated by the Second Group Army again. You know how terrifying Prison No. 18 is."
Qing Chen remained silent. To be honest, he didn't find Prison No. 18 scary at all. Wasn't it pretty good?
If this family were actually sent to Prison No. 18, they would probably live a more comfortable life.
After all, the top dog of Prison No. 18 is standing right here.
Eight men emerged from the woods carrying a pile of wild animal pelts. Qin Cheng took a pair of glasses from the passenger-side glove compartment and carefully examined each pelt, muttering, "Can you guys stop using animal traps? If you nail these bite marks to the pelts, they're unusable for coats. Rich people care about these things; they don't want flawed pelts. Let your sharpshooters in the wilderness shoot directly into the prey's eyes; that's the most valuable kind of pelt."
Zhang Tongdan lit a cigarette and said, "Our sharpshooter has been transferred away and won't be going hunting anymore. From now on, we'll be using this kind of leather. Take it or leave it."
"We definitely want it, but the price needs to be lowered a bit," Qin Cheng said, then had his wife pull out four boxes from under the back seat of the pickup truck. "Inside are two boxes of ammunition, plus a box of salt and a box of medicine, all of which are what you urgently need."
After saying that, Qin Cheng opened the box and took out four medicine bottles. "But the quality of the leather you brought this time is too poor, so I have to keep four bottles."
Zhang Tongdan's face contorted with wrinkles as he pressed down on Qin Cheng's hand. "You're too heartless."
"There are rules to doing business," Qin Cheng said.
"I'll definitely bring you better leather next time," Zhang Tongdan said, casually reaching for the pistol at his waist.
Qin Cheng thought for a moment and put the medicine back in the box, "Okay, then remember this, I lost out in this deal."
"Alright, brothers, let's go," Zhang Tongdan waved his hand, and all the Wilderness People walked into the woods, disappearing without a trace in just a few minutes.
Throughout the transaction, Qing Chen observed it with curiosity, finding it quite novel.
Li Shutong chuckled softly, "I brought you out this time so you could see more of the world. You've seen the best scenery in the city before, this time I'll show you the customs and people in the wilderness, it'll be very interesting."
Wilderness People have difficulty obtaining high-tech living supplies, so they need a medium to exchange for them.
The founders need wild animal pelts and pets, so they also need someone to provide them.
At this point, wilderness hunters like Qin Cheng found a way to survive.
Since the development of the commodity economy, business has become ubiquitous in the world.
Qing Chen discovered that after leaving the iron box in Prison No. 18, the world was full of surprises and unexpected events.
He saw what the wilderness looked like, learned about the way the Wilderness People lived, and witnessed the vast sunset and the girl in the wilderness.
It was as if the air itself was clear and vibrant.
Li Shutong also noticed that since leaving prison, his student's personality had become less sullen.
Or perhaps, ever since he took Qing Chen out to play for the first time, this student has begun to regain the mindset that a young person should have.
You don't need to be particularly composed, you don't need to be cautious every second, and you don't need to restrain yourself.
Li Shutong understood why.
Because no one had ever protected this boy, he had to grow up slowly amidst thorns. No one taught him how to mature, but life was hammering him down according to adult standards.
Now that the boy has a teacher, it's time for him to revert to his natural instincts.
The world owed him something, and now the teacher can give it to him.
However, the happiest person at this moment was not Qing Chen, but Qin Yiyi.
It wasn't because Qing Chen saved her, nor because her family had completed another business deal, but because she had discovered that the young man beside her was not actually a servant who had lost his freedom.
She had never seen a servant interact with his boss like that before.
Even if the boss is kind, the servants can't have it this easy; there are no exceptions.
Qin Yiyi a little curious. Were the middle-aged man and the boy father and son? It didn't seem likely. Their appearances were completely different, and a father wouldn't be indifferent to his son's blistered feet. Qing Chen also didn't have the typical youthful rebellion.
However, she clearly sensed that the two men were very close; they were not father and son, but their relationship was closer than that of father and son.
At this moment, Qin Cheng called out from a distance, "Yi Yi, Qin Tong, you two hurry up and move the tent over here, get ready to start a fire and cook."
Qin Yiyi hurriedly ran over, exclaiming, "Coming! Coming!"
Li Shutong didn't offer to help either. Instead, he said to Qing Chen, "Let's go. Let our in-laws get busy first. Let's go for a walk around. I heard the sound of a river. Maybe we can catch a few fish."
Qing Chen: "..."
Meanwhile, more than 30 kilometers to their south, Zhizi Lake, more than 30 vehicles formed a circle, with a bonfire burning brightly inside.
These people have a simpler and more direct way of starting campfires: they simply pour a little of the highly concentrated fuel they carry onto the firewood, and throw in a match to start a fire quickly.
Zhizi Lake, more than a dozen young people took out their fishing rods and competed to see who could catch the fastest and biggest fish.
Outside the carriage, four or five servants were setting up tents for everyone and laying soft, waterproof mats inside to keep them dry.
Compared to Qin Cheng and his group, these people seem to be on vacation.
In the convoy, only one middle-aged man sat quietly on the roof of a vehicle. Below him, the first mate, wearing holographic glasses, was controlling a drone to fly to the sentry post area.
Beside the campfire, the robust Li Yinuo sat on the ground with Nan Gengchen. She picked up a freshly roasted hind leg from the fire, cut off a large piece with her dagger, and stuffed it into Nan Gengchen's bowl. "Eat."
Looking at the meat in the bowl, which was almost bigger than his face, Nan Gengchen said with a wronged expression, "I can't finish it."
Li Yinuo said slowly, "Eating like a chicken pecking at rice every day, when will you ever get any stronger?"
"I don't want to become strong, I want to be a hacker," Nan Gengchen said weakly.
"What's so great about hacking? Didn't I promise you I'd find you the best teacher?" Li Yinuo said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I've sent people to catch that big-time hacker on the run. Once we catch him, he'll teach you."
"Okay," Nan Gengchen's eyes lit up.
At this moment, a servant came to Li Yinuo's side and said, "Miss, the tent is set up."
Li Yinuo nodded and looked at Nan Gengchen, saying, "Alright, don't eat yet, eat later."
After saying that, he picked up Nan Gengchen and walked into the tent...
Nan Gengchen said blankly, "You're telling me to finish my meal? I'm not getting enough nutrition..."
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