Gawain may know why Li Qing said that NPCs would not recycle survivors' items.

At first he thought it was the rules of the metropolis.

Now it seems that this was an overkill after being deceived by the survivors.

I was tricked by my seniors!

Thoughts flashed through his mind, but Gawain didn't show it on his face. He just continued to look at the hunter in front of the stall with sincere eyes.

He knew that no matter what he said at this time, it would be redundant.

The NPCs cursed more and more, but seeing that Gawain had no intention of fighting back, their voices gradually died down.

Their eyes were still on Feng, waiting for his answer.

Being stared at by a group of people, Gu Feng could only helplessly smile at Gao Wen:

"You've seen it, little brother. It's not that I don't earn your money, but if I help you, my own job will be ruined. You'd better go and look elsewhere."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you."

Gawain nodded, turned and left.

behind.

"Hahaha, Lao Gu, this guy is really interesting. This was a trick he did many years ago, and he is still showing off."

"Yes, I still remember that these outsiders came to my house to collect beans, hired my father to grind soybean oil for them, and then sold the soybean oil to my mother at a price dozens of times higher."

"What the hell!"

"Lao Gu, if you agree today, we will not take care of your business in the future!"

...

Malice does not come without reason.

It's not necessarily that simple.

Initially, the villagers of Qingyuan Village probably did not refuse outsiders like them to recruit people to build factories.

Unfortunately, the first group of people who built the factory were a bit unscrupulous. They could only stay in the newcomer area for three years, and they had no chance to continue their work.

after.

As the older generation of survivors leaves, technology and factories may not necessarily fall into the hands of other survivors. Without fixed institutional supervision, factory employees find that the factory can still operate well without the survivor boss, so they recruit new arrivals.

The survivors are kicked out.

With the consolidation of the vested class, in order to prevent latecomers from competing with them in business, NPCs, as the vested class, began to publicize the bad things done by the first batch of survivors in the village, causing later survivors to

Rejected by the indigenous people.

This has evolved into the current situation.

On the way home, Gawain thought about these things thoroughly.

He didn't give up.

I put the buckets and dishes I bought earlier at home, and also took a wolfskin rug that I spread on the bed.

Gawain walked out of the house.

Location of Survivor Market Exit.

Gawain hid in an inconspicuous corner, waiting for Gu Feng to close the stall.

The wait was more than three hours.

Three hours later, as an empty bullock cart drove out of the market, Gawain followed it silently.

Didn't interrupt rashly.

But after following all the way to the entrance of the village, Gawain quickened his pace to catch up with the bullock cart.

"Brother Gu, wait a moment."

"Donkey~!"

Gu Feng, who was driving home, heard someone calling him and stopped the old scalper pulling the cart.

Seeing Gawain running up to him with a big wolf skin in his arms, this man was also very happy.

This guy is sensible!

"Is this the wolf skin blanket you made?"

"Yes, a wolfskin blanket uses four pieces of wolfskin, and there are no traces of stitching at all. Whether it is spread on the ground or used as a bedding on the bed, it is fine."

"Bring it over and let me take a look."

Hearing this, Gawain directly handed over the wolfskin blanket.

Gu Feng took the blanket and touched it carefully.

"The stitching and feel are good, and the softening is pretty good... Hey, sometimes I really envy you outsiders, you can do everything."

"It's okay. Brother Gu, can you give me a chance?"

Gawain smiled shyly.

Gu Feng glanced at him:

"As I said in the morning, I also want to help you, but if I help you, I'm afraid my business will be ruined."

"You can tell people that this is what my sister-in-law does when she has nothing to do."

"Can your sister-in-law have such a skill?"

"Hey hey hey..."

Gawain laughed twice and said nothing.

There are some things that everyone can just live with, and there is no need to explain them too clearly.

There are more than 20,000 people in Qingyuan Village, and most of the people living there are survivors. It is impossible to say that the indigenous people do not use things made by survivors.

It's just that it's not easy to talk about it, everyone needs an explanation.

Gu Feng naturally knows this truth.

"Okay, four wolf skins and one blanket, right?"

"right."

"I'll give you the crafting fee of three survival points for a wolfskin blanket. If you think it's okay, come find me when you come back from the next mission... By the way, what's your name?"

"Okay, my name is Gawain."

"Gawain, right? Follow me in the car and identify the door."

Passing the wolfskin blanket back to Gawain, Gu Feng patted his shoulder: "You are a good boy, you will definitely be promising in the future!"

...

Gu Changfeng's family lives in a mountain valley thirty miles outside Qingyuan Village.

He does not live alone.

In the mountainous area where Gu Feng's family is located, there are still more than 20 families living here and there.

They are all hunters in the mountains.

Driving the ox cart all the way back, the two of them chatted about various topics and gave Gao Wen a rough idea of ​​the topography around Qingyuan Village.

I just figured out how to get to Fengwei Town, which is the closest to Qingyuan Village, and I was told by Gu Feng that there were strange and dangerous obstacles nearby such as Longgang Village and Princess Tomb.

In fact, the journey back for the two of them was not easy.

As the oxcart was driving on its way, Gawain faintly noticed a dark gaze resting on them in the woods beside the path.

No accidents occurred.

The predators in the forest knew that Gu Feng was not easy to mess with, so they just watched the ox cart leave their territory in the dark.

Gu Feng's house is at the intersection of this mountain col.

As soon as the bullock cart arrived outside the fence, a female voice came from the yard.

"The boss is back."

"Ah, I'm back."

"How's the harvest? Have all the skins in the village been sold?"

"It's not bad, the old and young men in Qingyuan Village like it very much, especially Feng Wu, who wants me to give him a bear skin... By the way, Xiao Meng, we have a guest at home.

, you can add a pair of bowls and chopsticks when you cook later!"

While talking and laughing, Gu Feng untied the old scalper from the cart and took Gao Wen to the yard.

Big banyan tree, flower bed, small bridge and flowing water.

There is also a fenced-in vegetable patch.

The quality of life is really good.

"guest?"

When the woman who was busy in the yard heard this, she stood up in a panic.

When she saw Gao Wen who had followed Gu Feng through the door, the woman blushed and spat at Gu Feng.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier that we had guests? Come in and sit down, and I'll make you a pot of tea."

As he spoke, the sister-in-law, who looked to be in her mid-twenties, turned around and ran into the house.

Gu Feng was overjoyed when he saw this and led Gawain into the inner hall.

He hadn't seen his wife look this shy for a long time.
Chapter completed!