Mengqi is a very smart businessman. He always chooses to go to Suanka Kama Village for trading during the famine. There are very few goods that can be taken out for exchange in the village, at most, only a few tanned mutant skins, or insignificant things such as cow mutant horns, dog mutant teeth, etc. For this merchant, the priest Salam Saarka has always held extremely complicated feelings. Because every time Mengqi comes, it means that some of the young and strong men and women in the village are taken away. But from another perspective, the food exchanged is enough for the people in the village to eat for a long time.

Although unwilling and unwilling to admit it, this kind of deal is indeed fair. At least on the surface it seems.

Some villagers also had the idea of ​​killing people and snatching goods. Salam Saaka himself considered setting up an ambush more than once, robbing all the things in the Mengqi caravan, and then killed everyone, including Mengqi, and marinated them with salt to serve as a delicious dish during the festival.

There is no immorality to eat people. Many elderly people in Suankakama Village are eaten as food. They are useless to the village and cannot participate in the battle to fight against mutants. They cannot go out of the village and go to a further place to farm. In the past, every winter, several elderly people in Suankakama Village were slaughtered and eaten like pigs. This situation did not change until Mengqi appeared a few years ago.

It has to be admitted that Mengqi's transaction is fair. It exchanged the priests for the price of 300 kilograms of sok tuber. Of course, Mengqi only has a strong and strong young man or a powerful woman of Kong Wu. If the woman used for exchange is quite young, she is a bit beautiful, and the price will be higher. Four hundred, four hundred, fifty, five hundred... In Salam Saaka's memory, there was a very beautiful girl in the village who was exchanged for a full 2,000 kilograms of sok tuber. That winter, the whole village was not hungry.

It was from that time that Salam Saaka began to pay attention to the villagers' raising of the younger generation. Under its arrangement, pregnant women could get more food than usual, and if they gave birth to beautiful babies, they could get special rewards. Fifty kilograms of sok is a large amount of food, and the villagers' views on men and women about offspring also changed with hunger and trade. Under the influence of this strange but natural external condition, all the women in Suankakama Village had never had a time to rest. They were always pregnant and gave birth. They had just given birth to the baby less than a month, and were fertilized again under the continuous cultivation of their husbands.

This situation has brought extremely serious and terrible consequences. The situation in Suankakama Village is far inferior to that in Molizhaka Village. The villagers cannot even guarantee daily food consumption, let alone nutrition. The hygiene in the village is very bad. The only hemostatic medicine for pregnant women to postpartum is wood ash. For women, giving birth in such an environment is tantamount to experiencing a difficult process from birth to death and rebirth. However, not every woman is lucky enough to give birth to a child. Most of them die during the delivery process. Heavy bleeding, difficult labor, respiratory arrest, sudden cardiovascular death... After a few years, whether it is an elderly woman or a young woman, she is either replaced by Meng Qi as goods or died during the delivery process. So much so that now, there are only three living women in the entire Suankakama Village.

They are all old, old and ugly, and they are not very beautiful at all. If it weren't for women, they had a uterus that could give birth to babies, Salam Saarka and other villagers would have eaten these women long ago to save food.

To be fair, Salam Saaka really hopes that Mengqi can buy another group of people in the village at the price of 300 kilograms of sok tubers like before. After all, both men and women, the villagers of Suankakama Village are very thin and weigh about fifty kilograms. Winter and rainy season are the most food-deficient seasons every year. Killing some people to feed another group is not a sin, but an indispensable means to continue the population. Not all living people with fifty kilograms can be eaten into their mouths. The bones and blood alone account for a large proportion of the body. Although Salam Saaka has a way to make human blood into blood tofu, that kind of thing can only be cooked or boiled soup and cannot be eaten.

The sok tubes are different. Almost all of this thing can be eaten. Especially the sok brought by Mengqi, they are cleaned and there is almost no loss. Kill a villager and get about 30 kilograms of meat, hand over a living person, and get 300 kilograms of sok. The value ratio is very obvious. As long as you are not a fool, you will choose the latter.

It is impossible to rob the Mengqi caravan. Although there are only a dozen guards on it, they are all far stronger than the villagers, and are even more powerful than the power mutant warriors. Although Salam Saaka does not know the criteria for distinguishing between the fifth-level reinforcement and the "slaves", the strength of each other can be easily judged. Mengqi has always been very cautious. The transactions with Suankakama Village are always carried out on the same day, and they do not spend the night in the village at all. They also use the supplies they carry with food and drinking water.

Salam Saarka once tried to keep the caravan in the village overnight, but the plan never succeeded. The old priest sent the most precious virgin in the village to make soup with the freshest hare and coriander, so that the women could make the dishes as rich as possible... These methods never worked. Meng Qi and his entourage only ate the barbecue, dough cake and water bags he carried. As for those virgins who took the initiative, they didn't even look at it, but just exchanged them with sok tubers with Salam Saarka.

In addition to the evil idea of ​​robbing the whole village to harvest, the old priest also wanted to taste Mengqi's meat.

This guy's skin is very white, and his texture looks tender, like expensive and silky satin. This is the most prominent feature of the extremely leisurely rich man who doesn't work all year round and is extremely leisurely. It is said that the meat tastes extremely delicious, and the meat is even more tender than the babies born. It is not comparable to those villagers in the village who are thin and old enough to chew at all. They have to spend a lot of firewood and time to simmer slowly.

Meng Qi is not a fool. The exchange price code it offered this time was the lowest in history.

Eighty kilograms of sok tubers were exchanged for a villager, and the price almost made Salam Saarka feel desperate.

"You, you can't do this."

Salam Saaka's face was pale, his hands, feet and body trembling violently as if he was sifting: "This is our village. You have taken almost all of our young people away. Now, you, you, you, you want to take everything here for yourself?"

"I'll say it again, it's just a normal trade exchange."

Mengqi was very dissatisfied with Salam Saaka's statement. Its thick and beautiful eyebrows frowned in the middle, and his right hand slowly stroked a ring on his left hand, and said slowly: "This is equivalent to giving you a way out, so you will not be starved to death. You are also very clear that once the rainy season comes, it will be difficult for you to even walk out of the village gate, let alone go out to find food. Take a step back, even if you can barely maintain it, you don't have enough energy to cut firewood nearby."

Salam Saaka's face was twisted, and his breath was as heavy as a steam locomotive: "You, you are going to sell us all as slaves."

"What's wrong with slaves?"

Meng Qi spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and showed a sarcastic sneering on his face: "At least you can eat enough and no longer have to worry about the warmth and warmth of food and clothes. Your master will be responsible for all this. Of course, the premise is that you must listen to me honestly. I will raise you well for a few weeks, and wait until you grow some meat on your body, which looks stronger and fat, and then put it on the slave market for sale. The thin ghosts with bones all over their bodies cannot sell for the price. I am thinking about you."

Salam Saarka wanted to pounce over and tear Mengqi's ugly face, but it could not do it or refute it. She could only stare at Mengqi silently. After a long time, she shook her head heavily and said, "This is impossible."

"Whatever you want"

Meng Qi stood up from the chair, rubbed his hands boredly, and paced back and forth in the same place, his two thin lips constantly released ruthless and vicious words: "I just gave a condition to accept or not. I never forced others to do anything. But I have to remind you that once I decide to leave, you will never have a second choice. Either become a slave or starve to death. For the sake of our old acquaintance, I will give you and your villagers a lot of thought."

Salam Saarka fell to his knees on the ground with his forehead constantly hitting the ground, crying and shouting: "Can't you express mercy? We are willing to exchange for ten people for you according to the price of the previous transaction."

"Ten people?"

Meng Qi turned around in surprise and pointed to the villagers who stood in the wooden house with a dull expression and a dull look, almost no different from skin and bones, and said, "Do you think they can be exchanged for 300 kilograms of sok? Do you think anyone in the market is willing to buy such slaves? Eighty kilograms are the highest price I can offer. Even if you are willing to accept it, I still have to continue to spend more money on you. Let you eat enough and keep your body fat. Which one does not cost money? As for the compassion you mentioned, isn't this my compassion?"

Salamsa Aka knelt on the ground for a few seconds, with a sad expression on his weathered face. It raised its head and looked at the ruined pyramid outside the wooden house from afar. While shaking its head, it murmured to itself: "No, we will not leave. This is the breeding place given to us by the Lord God. We must protect it and never leave it."

"Master God?"

Meng Qi scoffed at this statement: "Only an old guy like you will believe in a ghostly Lord God. I have been in Rabangka since I was young and have never seen any damn gods. The so-called legend is just a joke to deceive you, such as stubborn old guy."

"You are not allowed to insult the gods."

Salam Saarka suddenly turned his head and stared at Mengqi with fierce and angry eyes. The beard on his lips shook violently because of his rage: "The Lord God is always protecting us. Everyone in Rabangka is bathed in the light of God. Everyone is its most loyal believer. You are blasphemy, you better repent immediately on those words just now, otherwise..."

"What else?"

Meng Qi sneered, while moving his body lazily, and said carelessly: "The Lord God wants to kill me? Or do you want to eat me as a snack? The damn bastard company is not known to others, and has never appeared in public. Speaking of piety, only you guardian tribes living on the edge of the mountains are the true believers. Salam Saaka, it's not me who say you, be sober, there is never any so-called Lord God in this world.

.Everything is made up of legends. If there is a god, it should bless you with enough food and clothing, so that each of you can eat and wear warmly, and that all the damn mutants in the mountains will disappear. But now? Suankakama Village is no longer the prosperous scene in the past. There are only a few dozen people left of you. If I hadn't come here now, the village might have been compromised by mutants tonight, or in a few days the whole village would starve to death."

Taking a deep breath, Meng Qi's face showed a cold and majestic expression again. It turned to the other villagers standing in the wooden house, stretched out their hands, and hugged everything in their arms, and declared loudly in the mysterious tone of the charlatan's performance style: "If there are really gods in this world, then there is no doubt that it is me. It's very simple. Only by following me can you survive, only I can eat enough. Give up those useless fantasies and be practical. Eighty kilograms of sok tuber can you and your family have a good meal for a while. Then, I will find you a few good masters with good reputations. Don't you want to leave the edge of the mountains and leave here forever? The outside world is very big, far beyond your imagination.

Salam Saarka had stood up from the ground, his eyes full of sorrow. It kept looking at the dilapidated pyramids in the distance: "The Lord God said that this is a place of abundant prosperity given to us by the gods. Warriors will appear in the passage. They will become new guardian gods and new escorts."

"You're fucking dreaming"

Meng Qi sneered and sarcastically said, "Soldier? What a hell of a warrior? It's a wall of black paint. I haven't been in there before. I can't even get into a mouse in that kind of place, let alone someone will come out of it. Yes, there will be warriors in the passage. This story has been circulating in Labangka for hundreds of years, maybe even longer. Since my grandfather's grandfather's grandfather, people have been telling about war.

The myths of scholars, but no one has seen them. Old guy, I have been wandering around the mountains for a long time. In addition to Suankakama Village, I have also been to other villages farther away. I have seen believers who are more stubborn than you, and have also seen old and old ghosts who would rather die than leave. I am a kind businessman, and I will not force you to do things you don’t want to do. Since you are willing to stay here and stick to your so-called faith, then just do whatever you want. But..."

Meng Qi turned around and swept through every villager with eager eyes, and his whole body was filled with the momentum of the righteous: "You cannot make a choice for them. Whether to leave or stay is their freedom. Repeat it, I will never force it."

At this time, two caravan guards in short linen jackets each carried a pocket and walked into the center of the wooden house. Untie the hemp ropes tied to the pockets, revealing fist-sized sock tuber. The tubers were all roasted with black ash on the surface. They looked like they were of poor quality, mixed with a lot of white, gray stone soil coal, but emitted a strong fragrance that was irresistible to the hungry.

As a slave merchant, Mengqi knew very well what the real temptation effect was. He picked up a piece of sok from the sack, broke it hard in half, stretched his hands away, so that the food in his hands was closer to the villagers, and his language and voice were full of compassion and comfort: "I used to be like you, both gods, like you. But I got nothing. Those who insist on my beliefs deserve respect. You have been here for generations, waiting for the so-called warriors to appear. You have done enough. Now, you should think more about your future and your family, rather than continue to believe in the illusory Lord God. Open your eyes and take a look at the fragrant sok tubes in my hands. This is more realistic than any fucking belief. The Lord God asked you to die, but I can give you food. Don't be bothered by the messy obsession, come and get it yourself if you want to eat. As long as you reach out, all this is yours."

No one responded. But it could be seen that the villagers were all struggling with the most intense psychological struggle. This is different from the previous transactions. It is not as simple as using a few people to exchange for food and allowing other people to survive. What Meng Qi needs is all the remaining villagers in the village. Once the conditions are accepted, the place will be completely abandoned.

Salam Saaka was completely silent. It took a few steps back and slowly collapsed on the ground against the wall. There was enough dissuasion and begging. Meng Qi was right. Now it was time for individuals to choose their future destiny. Even if he said he could stop him, no one would be willing to obey.

A strong man separated the crowd and walked over. He picked up half of the sok on Meng Qi's left hand, held it in his hand playfully, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

This is a very charming man. His upper body is naked and his handmade leather shorts are underneath. His legs stand in a casual position, but his body is slightly tilted to a beautiful angle. The muscles on his chest and arms are extremely strong, and they release a metal-like cold and hard luster under the light. He is handsome, with hard lines like sculptures carved from stone, but his eyes are as clear as flowing water, and his black eyes are extremely mysterious and a bit ridiculous.
Chapter completed!