Chapter 809 Lao He

After lunch, the "Old Tune Team" got on the Jeep and left Cliff Village in the name of "seeing if they could trade anything" and headed to Shan'ao Town to try to contact people in Suimo City.

In a small mountain town with many collapsed houses, Suimo City's motorcade filled the small square and several surrounding streets, some of which Jiang Baimian and others had never seen before.

The people in Suimo City are obviously familiar with the rules of Cliff Village. They have separated the convoys long ago and let the vehicles carrying important supplies come to Shan'ao Town first.

These were large carts, some carrying huge iron cans, which were used to hold oil. Some carts were surrounded by iron fences, and the sounds of sheep, beef cattle, and black pigs could be heard one after another.

The stench they produced was already permeating the air, and coupled with the smell of blood from the slaughtering scene not far away, Long Yuehong couldn't help but hold his breath for several seconds.

"Is this transported from the ice field?" He paused for a while and asked curiously to himself.

He knew that the valley where Suimo City was located had a warm climate, fertile land, and could be used for planting and grazing. However, from Suimo City to Cliff Village, the path along the way was basically snow-covered and biting cold wasteland. It was difficult for these livestock to survive in large areas. There is no reason to survive so many people freezing to death.

Long Yuehong did not expect to get an answer, because the remaining members of the "Old Tune Team" had never been to Suimo City and did not know the specific conditions there.

He could only guess that this was either something people from Suimo City had traded to the south before, or they had a unique way of resisting freezing for their livestock.

At this time, a middle-aged man parked next to an off-road vehicle nearby, wrapped in a thick cotton coat, with traces of wind and snow on his face, said with a smile:

"The pigs, cows, and sheep we have in Suimo City are all very frost-resistant. They just eat a little more, but the meat quality is really good. Do you want to buy one and try it out?

"Also, do you want to see these furs? They are very cheap!"

The trunk of the off-road vehicle next to the man who spoke was propped up, and pieces of tanned fur were exposed. Some of them belonged to common cattle and sheep, and some came from creatures on the ice sheet.

"Why can they resist freezing?" Shang Jianyao couldn't get to the bottom of it.

The middle-aged man seemed to have been asked similar questions too many times, and he answered without any hesitation:

"Some are frost-resistant varieties left over from the old world, and some are deformed from normal cattle and sheep. Don't worry, we have selected and eaten them, and there have been no problems after so many years. In the words of our elders, this is considered a benign deformation. "

Shang Jianyao nodded and asked seriously:

"What's the average lifespan in your city at the end of the year?"

"Uh..." the middle-aged man was asked.

Obviously, Sumo City has not counted this kind of thing.

Shang Jianyao explained like a teacher:

"I mean, how many people die young in your city at the end of the year?

"In other words, do many people die before the age of forty?"

"It's okay...it's no worse than the larger human settlements in the south." The middle-aged man thought about it and said.

Then, he tried his best to sell the fur on his car.

The entire Shan'ao Town seemed to have become the scene of a large-scale trade fair, and every car was a shop or a stall.

After Jiang Baimian listened politely to the middle-aged man's sales pitch, he casually looked at the tanned furs and said:

"Who is your leader?"

"You want to discuss big business?" The middle-aged man's eyes lit up.

Jiang Baimian neither said "yes" nor "no":

"It depends."

The middle-aged man immediately pointed to the scene of slaughtering sheep and pigs with blood all over the ground:

“There, the one with the bearskin coat and the pipe.

"Would you like some tobacco leaves? Although our Suimo City is in the ice field, the climate and soil in some parts of the valley are very suitable for growing tobacco, no worse than those in the south."

"Do you think we look like smokers?" Shang Jianyao smiled, showing two rows of white teeth.

Jiang Baimian asked:

"What do you call your leader?"

"Lao He, you can just call him Lao He." The middle-aged man introduced enthusiastically.

The five members of the "old tune team" walked towards the temporary "slaughterhouse" located on a street on the side of the small square.

The cattle, sheep and pork slaughtered on site were not for trade, but were part of the entire convoy’s rations for the next few days.

Of course, if there were villagers in Cliff Village who did not engage in group-to-group bulk transactions and had to exchange some salt, tea, and industrial products for a few kilograms of meat as a tooth sacrifice, the people in Sumo City would not have any objections.

At this moment, the leader of the convoy, known as Lao He, was standing on the edge of the street full of blood, instructing his subordinates to cut pieces of meat and classify them for preservation.

He was probably about forty years old. He was wrapped in a bearskin coat and a furry melon cap. From time to time he picked up a pipe and took a puff. His face was thin and looked tired.

Thinking that the village chief had said that there were people suspected of being awakened from the realm of "Mo Ren" or "Zhuang Sheng" in the convoy at the end of the year, Jiang Baimian turned his head and glanced at Gnawa who was wearing a burqa.

Gennava understood what she meant and nodded slowly.

He is the last line of defense of the "Old Tune Team".

Although intelligent robots will also be affected by "interfering electromagnetic", "interfering substances" and some abilities, they are definitely more immune than humans.

"Lao He, Lao He!" Shang Jianyao greeted the leader of the Suimu City convoy enthusiastically.

Lao He turned around, looked at them for a while, and asked slightly hesitantly:

"You are?"

Why do you look so familiar with yourself?

Face to face, Jiang Baimian found that Lao He's eyes were quite deep and did not match his appearance and temperament.

"We are from Cliff Village." Jiang Baimian replied with a smile, "But we are not from Cliff Village."

Lao He's eyes swept back and forth between her, Shang Jianyao, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen several times:

"I can tell.

"But no matter where you are from, you are all our guests. What do you want to trade?"

"Pigs, cattle, sheep, and fur are not what we want." Shang Jianyao answered before Jiang Baimian.

Lao He was quite calm:

"We also have flour, tobacco, and some iceland specialty products."

"No, no, no, this is not what we want." Shang Jianyao shook his head triumphantly.

He was proud that Lao He could never guess what he and others wanted to trade.

Seeing Lao He's forehead twitching, Jiang Baimian quickly helped this guy to make amends:

“What we want to trade is intelligence.

"We will go on a mission to the ice field later and want to get some information about the climate, terrain, and ruins from you."

Lao He's expression relaxed:

"We do know quite a bit."

At this point, he changed the subject:

"But some information is of high value. What can you trade for it?"

"Some conventional weapons, or a high-performance battery, produced by Orange Company." Jiang Baimian already had a plan.

This time on the mission to the ice field, the "Old Adjustment Team" applied for a batch of high-performance batteries. In addition to the dozens of batteries they already had, they were quite wealthy in this regard.

"One piece may not be enough." Lao He smiled, "It depends on what you want to ask."

Although in the overall environment of the ice sheet, high-performance batteries are not as good as gasoline, diesel and other supplies, the valley where Sumo City is located has a warm climate, and many equipment still rely on this.

Jiang Baimian was the first to ask about the specific location of the city where Shang Jianyao's father last appeared.

"I know there is such a city. I had contact with their residents a long time ago, but I have not encountered them again for more than ten years. I don't know exactly which area the city is in. I only know the general direction.

"It's close to the 'White Knights' area. You can find it based on the climate. It can support so many people on the ice sheet for so many years. The climate will not be too bad. Even if it is not as good as our Sumo City, it will definitely be better than the normal state of the ice sheet." Be warm."

Jiang Baimian asked some more details and got relatively satisfactory answers.

"Then have you met the special commissioner of the Eighth Research Institute?" Shang Jianyao couldn't wait to interrupt.

Seeing that Lao He was slightly confused, Jiang Baimian helped and added:

"Have you ever seen some strange people on the ice sheet? They seem to live somewhere on the ice sheet."

"I don't have one." Lao He shook his head, "I don't know if anyone else in our Suimo City has one. You can ask around later."

Jiang Baimian said "hmm" and took out a high-performance battery:

"No more questions for now."

After completing the transaction, Shang Jianyao suddenly took a step back, bent his arms, and assumed a posture of holding a baby.

He lowered his voice and said:

"I will eventually return to Si Ming!"

Jiang Baimian knew that this guy was testing the faith of Suimo City.

Lao He laughed:

"Are you also a believer in 'Si Ming'? Many people in Suimo City believe in him."

Just when Shang Jianyao was about to step forward to recognize his relatives, Lao He said again:

"Too bad I'm not."

"What do you believe in?" Shang Jianyao asked curiously.

Lao He took out a pendant from his collar, which hung a wooden figure. The figure's face had no facial features and was blank.

Holding the pendant, Lao He said piously and solemnly:

"What I believe in is 'truth'."