Doomsday Totem

Chapter 62 Make Money
Since the beginning of winter, the snow in Luoyan Town has become thicker and thicker. From a distance, this seaside town is almost buried by ice and snow, leaving only sparse triangular roofs.

Luoyan Town is located on the edge of the Northern Wilderness Continent, about 2000 kilometers away from the nearest industrial city "Boiler Fort". It is a place with a sparse population and poor resources.Therefore, the control of the Northern Wilderness Joint Committee is limited to two inspections per year, neither forming a self-government association nor dispatching a local garrison.

Due to the year-round anarchy, this place has gradually become a supply port for deep-sea fishermen and a paradise for fugitives from all over the world.

As a highly wanted criminal in the Northern Wilderness Continent, Tie Slag kept vigilance all the time.After all, his head is too valuable, and the bounty is enough to live a decent life in a big city for more than ten years.

This morning, as soon as he woke up, he unloaded the supplies on the red comet and placed them on the floor of the room to re-count.

"56 pieces of compressed biscuits, two high-polymer batteries, six portable lithium batteries, five flashlights, one fuel lamp, one shotgun 360, three Maglin bullets, three fragmentation grenades, and one flashbang... "

[Captain, Alice suggested to bring more compressed biscuits. According to the available information, from the snowy night ice field to the end of the world, there is no man's land along the way, and no supplies can be supplied]
"En." Tie Slag replied, but he was thinking about how to get some money back.At present, there is only less than 3 gold coins left on him, and the market price of the compressed biscuits is 2 silver coins. Even if they buy all of them, it is only a dozen yuan.When he was in Tieshan Town, his means of making money were nothing more than picking up garbage and selling money, hunting wanted criminals for rewards, and occasionally going to the sand sea to try his luck.However, at this moment, he is a wanted criminal, and in this unfamiliar town, he really can't think of a way to make money.

After breakfast, Tie Slag politely asked the bar owner where he could make quick money in Luoyan Town.Hearing what he said, the owner of the bar felt bad all of a sudden, thinking that this is another robber and bandit who eats Bawang's restaurant and lives in Bawang's restaurant, and there are three rogues with cold butts living upstairs.Thinking of this, the bar owner said with a sad face, "Brother, you...don't you have three hundred gold coins to take the boat? Are you still short of this money?"

Tie Slag frowned, opened the purse and took out 5 silver coins, paying for the meal and accommodation first.The boss took the money and immediately introduced to him that there might be opportunities to make money in the supply market in Luoyan Town.

Following the guidance of the boss, Tie Slag went out, walked through the thick snow for more than 20 minutes, and finally came to the supply market in the center of the town.It's ten o'clock in the morning, and there are people coming and going in the market. The workers push carts and shuttle between the stalls, while the merchants are shouting hard.Obviously, the harsh winter has not affected people's enthusiasm for trading.

After shopping for a while, Tie Slag stopped in front of a stall.The booth was covered with a yellowish-black oilcloth, on which compressed biscuits, aluminum kettles, portable shovels, binoculars, compasses and other military supplies were neatly placed.The stall owner is a fat middle-aged man curled up in a corner dozing off.Seeing Iron Slag coming, he just glanced up and continued to doze off.

"How do you sell compressed biscuits?" Iron Slag asked.

"The market price is two silver coins a piece." The stall owner replied lazily.Iron Slag asked what year it was, and the stall owner replied that it was just produced last year, and it was guaranteed to be fresh.

Iron Slag picked up one of them and looked at it, and found that the packaging was quite new, but the new one smelled a bit fake.So he tore open a corner and smelled it, and a stale smell came to his nostrils.This is obviously a compressed biscuit that is more than five years old, and it has an unspeakable rancid smell.Iron Slag frowned, and put the compressed biscuit back.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the stall owner suddenly stood up and shouted, "My customer, why didn't you buy it after opening the package! Who else can I sell to!"

It seemed that the stall owner wanted to bully the stranger, and was going to buy and sell by force.Tie Slag was not angry either, after all such things happen everywhere.I saw him grinning, his eyes were icy cold, and he walked slowly towards the stall owner.

"What do you want!" The stall owner retreated involuntarily after being swept by that penetrating gaze.

"Are you sure you want me to buy this expired compressed biscuit?" Iron Slag asked lightly.

Those who can get a place here are naturally not fools.Just at this moment, the stall owner knew that the other party was not someone he could offend, and he immediately smiled and said, "Brother, it's a misunderstanding, it's a complete misunderstanding, I mean, I have something else Do you want to try it?"

Iron Slag nodded, and the stall owner immediately got into the small tent behind, took out a compressed biscuit wrapped in dark green and handed it to him.

"Produced in March last year, the product of Wilderness Heavy Industry was customized by the Northern Alliance. This is a high-end product, fully packaged in aluminum foil, and it will not be a problem to store it for more than ten years."

"What is the Northern League?" Iron Slag asked.

"Are you from the south?" The stall owner explained that the Northern Alliance is the largest organization in this continent. Its full name is "Northern Pioneers Alliance". Founded by the Lombard family more than 17 years ago.

"The Lombard family is so powerful?"

"Of course, the Lombard family is a giant that has occupied the north for hundreds of years. I heard that all of their families are top-notch figures."

"Not necessarily..." Tie Slag said to himself, after all, in his impression, Yugo Lombard seemed to have nothing special about him except for being pretty.

"You! Brother...keep your voice down...or you should leave quickly, you will lose your head if you say these words..."

"Impossible, I heard that the Lombard family is different from other families." Tie Slag said.

"There are kind-hearted Yincheng nobles in this world, I say...do you believe it?" the stall owner whispered.

Iron Slag scratched his head, feeling the same thing, so he stopped talking about this topic, and instead focused on the compressed biscuit in his hand.The packaging of this compressed biscuit is very delicate, a layer of dark green waterproof oil paper tightly wraps the soap-sized rectangle.It is heavy to start with, with an estimated weight of 500 grams. As long as you hold it tightly, you can feel the texture of metal, and there must be a tighter packaging inside.

Date of manufacture and ingredients are printed in black ink on waterproof oiled paper.This kind of compressed biscuit is compressed from a variety of grains and sucrose. It is very high in calories. Eating one piece can control the physical exertion of the whole day, but eating too much will make you feel particularly unpalatable.

"How much more?" Tie Slag asked casually.

"There are still more than 20 yuan left. If the customer wants all of them, I will give you a cheaper price. How about 3 silver coins for one piece?" The stall owner asked expectantly.

Tie Slag thought in his heart that 3 silver coins are not expensive for this quality of goods, but he has no money now, so he couldn't afford it at all, so he asked, "Is there any chance to make quick money here?"

"This..." The stall owner suddenly lost interest, and said weakly, "It's winter, so there is no chance to make money."

Tie Slag took out a silver coin and threw it over. The stall owner immediately cheered up and said, "Some time ago, it was said that the garrison team on an island northeast of Luoyan Town left the station. I heard that the garrison team came from the western mainland. Protect the research ship surveying in the Black Sea. The western continent is relatively rich, and it is estimated that they will leave a lot of spare supplies after they leave. If you have confidence in your ability, you can go there to try your luck."

"What else?" Iron Slag frowned, he didn't understand the situation, and he didn't have a boat, so this news was useless to him.

"There are also some, such as the long-term recruitment of porters at the dock, the Horton family wants to hire a chef, and the Lisbon bar is recruiting sailors, etc. I don't think you will be interested."

"Where is the pier?" Iron Slag asked bluntly.Cooks and sailors are obviously not suitable for him. As for the porters, he is confident that his strength is enough.

As soon as the words fell, the stall owner almost dropped his jaw in shock.He really couldn't imagine what it would be like for this kind of person to work as a porter, it was like a sharp sword used for cooking, it was indescribably weird.But the shock was the shock, and he still guided the direction of the pier.

More than ten minutes later, Tie Slag came to the pier of Luoyan Town.

Looking up, there are hundreds of fishing boats of different sizes moored by the sea.These fishing boats seem to come from different times and spaces, including ancient sloops, multi-masted sailboats, modern ships, steam-powered ships, fuel turbine-powered ships, and even nuclear-powered ships.In short, there are all kinds of things, miscellaneous things, everything.

There are many porters on the pier, they are loading all kinds of materials onto the boats, and then sending them to the ship.

A well-dressed man stood by and pointed, with a notebook under his arm, which he took out from time to time to register information.Guessing that this person was a foreman, Tie Slag walked over and asked, "Are you recruiting?"

The other party looked up at him and said, "3 silver coins a day, including lunch."

This price is still fair, and the porters in Iron Mountain Town probably also earn this amount.Then Iron Slag pointed to a worker who was carrying a wooden box and said, "I can move three boxes at a time, can I calculate it at three times the wages?"

"Three boxes? Are you kidding me..." The foreman looked at the iron slag seriously.If you can carry three boxes at a time, you must be an evolutionary, but no evolutionary came to be a porter.

Iron Slag thought the foreman didn't believe it, so he casually pulled over a worker and unloaded the box from him with one hand.Seeing this, the foreman quickly said, "Brother, you are a little bit inferior to work here."

"It's long-winded, just give me the money." Tie Slag frowned impatiently.The foreman hurriedly nodded and said yes, he didn't want to offend this strange evolutionary.

In this way, Iron Slag worked as a temporary porter at the dock.At the same time, on the other side of the pier, three rogues walked side by side and entered the largest shipyard in Luoyan Town - Armed Flying Goose.

At this time, sparks were flying in the shipyard. A ship made of steel was erected in the open space on the shore, and dozens of workers were climbing on it to weld the steel plates of the ship.

Captain Xia Yihan walked into the VIP room of the shipyard with his hands behind his back, cleared his voice, and said loudly to the old accountant at the counter, "Tell your boss to come out!"

The old accountant's reaction was a little slow, he raised his head blankly, then stretched his neck, and pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose.When he saw who was coming, the old accountant stood up quickly, and said with a half smile, "So it's Captain Xia. It's been a long time." After speaking, the old accountant walked out of the counter, took the first mate's hand with both hands, and sighed. Said, "Captain Xia, you are safe and well, huh? Why have you gained weight? You have been living a good life recently."

Veins popped out of the captain's forehead, and he shouted in a deep voice, "I'm here!"

Startled by the shout, the old accountant turned around in a hurry, took Wu Congyun's hand, and sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I can't see Mount Tai...Huh? Why did you lose weight? It seems that this It's been a long time, it's really not easy to make a living in the Black Sea..."

"I'm here..." the captain said weakly.

(End of this chapter)