The Villain Acts Recklessly [Fast Wear]

"what do you want to eat?"

Lin Sui raised his eyebrows: "Can you cook?"

He remembered that Yan Qin didn't seem to have this basic setting in this world, so he never asked for it.

"Fry some green vegetables?"

Yan Qin tentatively said that after seeing Lin Sui's eyes, he immediately justified himself: "I can also cook fried rice with eggs and instant noodles, but the conditions here don't allow it."

Lin Sui waved his hand: "Then let's fry some vegetables."

Yan Qin walked all the way to the door of the small kitchen in the territory, and then remembered what he wanted to ask just now.

So if there is any solution, someone will call, and those who can be slave traders must not be taken advantage of!

Forget it, since the lord is so calm, there should be no problem. Anyway, Lin Sui has more eyes than lotus root, so it is impossible to fight unprepared battles.

It's not time for meal yet, the door of the small kitchen is locked, and old Moke manages the small kitchen and warehouse, and when he sees the administrator coming, he immediately trots over.

"I don't need you, I can do it myself."

Yan Qin also had the kitchen key, so he waved to Old Mork, and when Old Mork was about to leave, he stopped him suddenly and asked him about the slave trader.

Old Mork's face changed slightly when he heard it, and he said everything he knew.

"Do you want to buy slaves? I heard from the farmer that the price they sell is not high, the children will be cheaper, and the cattle and sheep raised by the tribal residents will also be sold."

Although he hated slave traders, Old Mork really felt that the territory should buy some slaves, and there were few captives alone.

Old Mork thinks that some men and women of the right age should be bought, so that the territory can be more populated.

"Just ask."

Yan Qin let old Moke go out, how should I put it, the territory is very poor now, and there is no money to do business with people.

The property they have is all gold coins looted from those mercenary captives. It is said to be gold coins, but they are not gold at all, but chips of a special material, with different sizes and different amounts. It can be seen that those chips were not used as gold coins. The use of exchange currency, but now it has become a currency that can be used.

Yan Qin cleaned the stove, there was no pan, so he had to use soup cans to make do with it, and there were no green vegetables here, but some were dark wild vegetables picked by the lake and in the woods, and Yan Qin knew it was only after he ate them all. Edible, cooked taste like green vegetables.

Yan Qin cut a piece of bird meat and sautéed it to remove the fat, poured it into the wild vegetables and quickly fried it, and took a box to the administrator's office.

Zhou Rui walked towards her and saw the dark dish in the hands of the administrator, she asked curiously, her eyes widened in shock when she got the answer, and she hurried to Claire's place.

"Your lord is so kind, let us eat meat, but you eat that kind of black vegetables."

The little girl's eyes were red, and she was obviously very sad.

How can there be a lord who eats worse than the residents, let the residents eat meat but eat vegetables, the lord is indeed the best lord in the world!

Claire was slightly startled, and said sadly: "This land is not rich, and the food we eat is what the lord hunts. After all, those huge birds and other animals that come and go in groups are very troublesome to us. It seems that we have to work harder, I will try to catch more animals in the woods and catch more fish."

Zhou Rui clenched her fists: "Then I will eat less every meal and go with you."

Claire rubbed the girl's head: "Good boy."

Lin Sui didn't know that he ordered a plate of stir-fried vegetables on the spur of the moment, and suddenly added a hard work buff to the residents of the territory.

There is one thing to say, the taste of this plate of green vegetables is not bad, Lin Sui ate half of it, and Yan Qin took care of the rest by himself.

Yanqin is very regretful, because they don't serve it with rice, and their current staple food is very simple. Although the basic condiments can be extracted, rice cannot be changed out of thin air.

It would be great when you can do business with Demu Farm.

As the season progresses, nighttime temperatures gradually decrease.

The weather in the waste land continent is not the same as that of another world or a hundred years ago. Even in the supposedly hot summer, the daytime temperature here is like the previous spring, and the night is like autumn.

It is now August, and the temperature at night is less than nine degrees. Fortunately, the people in the wasteland are used to this temperature, and as long as it is not in the cold winter, they can bear it.

A group of people held torches and marched through the night.

This is a very large team. A group of people with weapons followed a long team behind them. People with disheveled hair were tied with ropes on their feet, and they were tied together with the people behind, and they walked forward numbly.

"Rest in place."

The man riding on the bull yawned, picked up the wine bag next to him, and took a sip of spirits.

His exposed hands are all cold gray, and the palms of his hands can be twisted freely beyond the limit of human beings. Those who know the goods will find that this is the latest mechanical prosthesis in the Eastern District.

"yes."

The little leader next to Dobson responded immediately and ran to spread the message.

The team immediately stopped in place, looking particularly spectacular.

Dobson sat on the ox and looked at the goods this time, feeling dissatisfied in his heart.

After searching for so long this time, after several months of travelling, we only found about 200 people. Some people died of illness or committed suicide on the way, which made Dobson very annoyed.