Data Wasteland

A moment later, in the largest tent among the tribe, Chen Xing met the leader here.

To be precise, it is the village head here, because this is a village of Eastern Continent culture. In the Red Earth Continent, the refugee groups of the Western Continent culture are generally called “tribes”, and the highest leader is the “chief”, while those of the Eastern Continent culture are called “villages” and the highest leader is the “village chief”. .

The head of the village is an elderly man, his skin is like the bark of Populus euphratica outside, covered with cracked wrinkles. He looked 70 or 80 years old, his body was thin, his eyes were piercing, and he was holding a small oil lamp in his hand, carefully looking at Chen Xing.

About a few seconds later, the village chief put down the oil lamp, leaned on a cane, and bowed to Chen Xing. Above the wilderness, the strong is respected, and Chen Xing is the master of a place, and his status is naturally much higher.

“Are you Mr. Chen Xing?” The village head raised his head and asked in a slightly puzzled manner. He didn’t expect that the “adult” that “Red Wolf” Quick said was so young.

“Yes, I am Chen Xing, the captain of the third team of the Lanhua Town Defence Team, and the person in charge of the water station base in the northwest direction of Lanhua Town.” Chen Xing said calmly.

“Hello, Master Chen Xing, I’m Garid, the head of Gari Village.” The old man introduced himself respectfully.

After identifying each other, Galid invited Chen Xing to sit down. Although it is the largest tent, it still looks a little cramped. The ground is covered with animal fur, some with pigs and sheep, and some unknown creatures.

The two sat cross-legged across a small long table. A small oil lamp was sitting on it, emitting a faint light.

Chen Xing is about to ask about the situation of the village, such as how many people there are, how many young and middle-aged people there are, and how many elderly and children there are. Suddenly the light shone, and the two girls opened the curtains and walked in from outside. They knelt down at the table and placed the plates in their hands in front of Chen Xing. There are some red wild fruits similar to hawthorn, as well as dried lamb and some invisible pastries.

Looking at it, the two girls have good looks, but their faces are slightly yellow, and they are sickly thin under the cloth. It is not difficult to see that it is caused by malnutrition. In refugee villages, good things are definitely reserved for young adults to eat, because they have to go out to find food or protect the village. The elderly, children and women, usually almost eat.

“The conditions here are not good, only these dates, dried mutton, and mulberry cake, you eat first, I have sent someone to kill the sheep.” Galid said.

“It’s okay, I think it’s good.” Chen Xing symbolically ate a jujube, and then asked about the situation in the village.

Galid said that there are 761 people here, of whom 138 are young and middle-aged, and the rest are old people, children and women. Then, they explained some of their customs. The people of Gali Village believe in the “blue lantern god” and believe that the gods are hidden in the wick to protect their people.

“The state religion of the Red Dragon Principality is the Holy Light Church. You can only worship your gods in private, and you cannot preach, otherwise no one can protect your safety.” Chen Xing reminded.

“This is natural.” Galid nodded and said.

At this time, Chen Xing found that the two girls were staring at the jerky on the table, their eyes shining with hunger. So he moved the plate and said, “You guys have something to eat too?”

“Huh?” They were taken aback, and at the same time they raised their heads to look at Chen Xing and then the village chief, seemingly hesitant.

“Master Chen Xing is our most distinguished guest. If he lets you eat, you eat.” Galid said with a gentle smile.

The two young girls immediately beamed with joy, and they all reached out to grab the dried meat and pastries, and gobbled them into their mouths.

“Eat slowly, don’t choke,” Garid said kindly.

Seeing the village chief’s performance, Chen Xing nodded secretly. The people of this village are simple and honest, and it will be easy to manage in the future.

“Master Chen Xing, I still have questions, and I want to ask you.” Galid said.

“Please speak.” Chen Xing made a “please” gesture.

“What kind of person is the mayor of Orchid Town, our future asylum?” Galid asked. This issue is the most critical. The character of the mayor determines their future living environment. If you are a grumpy and cruel person, you might as well stay in the wilderness. Even if the environment is bad and hungry, he is free.

“My position was brought up by killing Wang Bo, the captain of Lanhua Town’s third team.” Chen Xing said with a mysterious smile.

“What’s wrong with him?” Galid asked, his face changed slightly.

“He took pleasure in slaughtering civilians, so he died.” Chen Xing condensed his eyes and said, “I smashed his head with a shot.”

“Um…” Galid thought for a while and said, “The mayor must be a fair and wise protector.”

“Yes.” Chen Xing nodded and said.

Ghalid lowered his head, thought for a long time, and finally clenched his fists determinedly, and said, “Let’s clean up, and we will leave in ten days.”

“Good!” Chen Xing stretched out his hand and shouted in a deep voice. Although the voice was not small, it did not affect the appetite of the two girls in the slightest, and the cakes and dates filled their mouths.

When the two hands are held together, the migration is complete.

In the evening, a large pot was set up in the middle of the village to boil mutton, and a fire was set up next to it, and the leg of mutton was roasted, and the meat was smelling. The young and old formed a circle, looking at the meat in the pot, their eyes were about to protrude.

But everyone can only get a small piece, and only the village head and a few elders who accompany the guests can eat more.

In order to win people’s hearts, Chen Xing naturally couldn’t eat more, and just like ordinary refugees, he only ate a small piece. Moreover, the vagrant’s pot is dark, and they don’t know what they have cooked, lest they eat what they shouldn’t eat…

At night, Chen Xing was alone in the tent, groaning with hunger, and was about to take out compressed biscuits to satisfy his hunger, but a timid voice suddenly came from outside.

“My lord, are you asleep?”

“Are you?” Chen Xing asked in confusion. The voice outside is a bit childish, it should be a young girl.

“We saw it at the village chief today…” Her voice trembled a little and seemed nervous.

“Anything?” Chen Xing asked.

“Me, can I come in?”

Before Chen Xing had time to answer, the curtain was lifted, and a young girl got in and threw herself into his arms without any explanation, her shoulders shrugging slightly and she was nervous.

Chen Xing III is a man, how can he not know what the other party meant. However, looking at the girl’s thin body, he couldn’t bear it, so he gently pushed the opponent away and said, “You don’t need to be like this.”

“You, you want me, otherwise, or they will kill me…” The girl shed tears, her eyes full of helplessness when she looked at Chen Xing.

“Who?” Chen Xing asked with a sharp face.

The girl shook her head desperately and refused to answer.

Chen Xing thought for a while, gave up the question, took out two canned meat from his backpack and stuffed it in the girl’s arms.

“Eat, sleep here when you’re full.” Chen Xing pointed to the corner of the tent and said, then took out the compressed biscuits, tore open the aluminum paper, and ate it on his own. It is not difficult to guess that the village chief asked her to come. If she is turned away, it will be bad for her.

The girl stood up in silence, walked to the corner with the canned meat, curled up into a ball. Upon seeing this, Chen Xing picked up the blanket next to him and threw it over.

“Go to bed early,” he said.

“Yeah.” The girl nodded, her gaze at him became a little complicated, with gratitude, doubts, and a hint of inexplicable loss.