Reincarnated Bamboo Rat Starts Extreme Survival

Chapter 205 We are from the slums!
"Mr. Bell, he means asking for money, right, shall we give it to him?"

Because Acorn was very interested in what the highwayman said, Bell directly translated it for him.

Facing Acorn's doubts about this kind of asking for money, Bell rolled his eyes and said angrily:

"Go to hell and buy peace with money, can I get used to him?!"

After communicating with the acorn with consciousness, Bell's perception locked on to the roadblocker, making his back drenched in cold sweat instantly.

In a daze, the roadblocker felt as if he was being targeted by some terrifying beast, and he couldn't even take three steps back and fell down.

Acorn also cooperated with Bell very well. With a flick of his hand, the bone revolver appeared in his hand, and he fired a shot at a three-person tall boulder at the far end.

For this round of bullets, Acorn used explosive bullets. From the time the bullet was ejected to the explosion of the boulder, the whole process was extremely powerful.

"I'll give you 30 seconds."

Bell snorted coldly, and only reported a countdown, without saying anything. The bandit in front of him scrambled and ran to the side of the wooden bridge, and drove the wooden bridge under the fastest speed in his life.

Several bandits hiding around also jumped out at the same time, operating together with this roadblocking bandit.

To deal with them, Bell only needs to use his perception to lock in a little bit, and he can scare these people out of their wits.

"My lord, go slowly. I've hung up this sign for you. No one will trouble you along the way."

As soon as the wooden bridge was lowered, the group of official bandits stayed by Bell's side with a flattering look, and their attitude was extremely enthusiastic.

In fact, this is also a normal state of theirs. Being able to be a car bandit on the road, these guys' strength is still passable in this area. The average level is just over ten, which is enough to deal with most passers-by and chambers of commerce.

Moreover, they basically don't know how to do anything to anyone, and they are very smooth in speaking. When they meet a strong person who can control themselves easily, they will immediately enter the dog-licking state.

In this deliberately pleasing atmosphere, the two soil-eating pigs walked forward with a grunt and a chirp, with their heads raised and their chests raised.

These demonic beasts are actually not stupid. Although they don't know what the words here mean, they have driven their masters to completely subdue those guys who jumped out, and now they seem to be arrogating to others.

And as Bell moved forward all the way, when he got closer to Huangtan City, he became more and more difficult to stop.

Different from what I saw and heard in Cangxing City, outside Huangtan City, there is no such scene of vigor and vitality.

There is a large area of ​​farmland outside Cangxing City, and fruit trees and arbors are also planted on the surrounding hills. It is a prosperous scene created by many professionals in the Agricultural Association. Farming is not just a leisurely job of spreading seeds in and leaving it alone. Fertilization, weeding and pest control are all knowledge.

But outside Huangtan City, the situation of the farmland is very worrying.

There are quite a few farmlands that show signs of being cultivated in the flat land, but when they go up to some slopes, there are a lot less things planted, and there are obvious signs of neglect.

The crops planted are basically wheat, and other commercial crops are rarely seen.

In fact, this is also the bane left by the large number of bandits supported by the government. The reason why a lot of land is left unused outside the city is not that there is no labor force who can plant, but that many people in the city know that farming in these places will not end well.

Generally, when the harvest season came, bandits who were active in various places would basically appear around the farmland.

They will pick the weak growers and wait until those growers have finished harvesting, and directly snatch the final fruits of labor.

If the crops growing in the field are not harvested, they will not harvest them, even if they are rotten in the field, these guys will not take care of them.

There are only two ways to use the farmland outside the city. One is the big families that specialize in planting. They have a large population and gather in groups every year for harvesting, which makes the bandits dare not make up their minds.

The other is that during the harvest season, farmers gather to make offerings to a powerful gang of bandits outside the city, allowing them to protect themselves and harvest.

The first method is self-improvement. Those families that can do it are not considered weak in Huangtan City.

The other is to seek skins from tigers. There are only a few reputable bandit groups outside the city, and the employment prices are relatively high, and it is difficult to hire them.Those bandits with low prices occasionally do animal things, and there are also gang fights between bandits.

Anyway, in Huangtan City, self-employed people would never choose to farm alone, and the agricultural guilds are useless. The city guards in Huangtan City are generally composed of official bandits, and the harvest from farming is not as good as purely in the city.

For many bachelors, finding a part-time job and doing one day's work can make them sleepless for four or five days. If there is a need for the lower body, they can work an extra day, so that they can find a middle-aged aunt who is fat and healthy to solve the problem.

It's a bit funny to say it. There is also a relief center in Huangtan City, which is a purely public welfare project sponsored by the church.

It's just that the relief center here only opens once a week, because the door of the relief center is full of people at any time, and the relief materials that the relief center can raise are quite limited.

It is impossible for many people who really need relief to squeeze through the crowds. The seriously ill and those who are about to die of hardship generally stay in a corner, or stay in places that no one knows and die quietly, until they rot until they rot. People will find out, and the church will handle the funeral affairs.

Many times, the pastors of the church walk the slums themselves, hand-delivering relief items to those in need, as their faith requires them to do.

As for the place of relief, the city council has considered many times whether to cancel this place, but the final result can only be nothing.

If the relief center exists, many homeless people with nothing to do will gather here and squat. They can chat about repetitive topics. A group of people gather together to smoke half a stick of grass. It doesn't matter if someone dies, it's easier for the church to deal with the death at the door of the almshouse.

But if the supplies are not distributed once a week, this group of people will smash the relief center, after all, they have smashed it many times.

For these guys, they only know one thing, if the shelter is not open, just smash it, if you smash it once, you can smash it twice. up.

Anyway, after smashing a few more, the relief center will reopen.

When someone asked them what their motivation was and why they didn't find other jobs, they would only proudly say while showing disdain:
"We came from the ghetto!"

　Can Bell change a city like this?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)