One Hundred and Twenty-One, Really Stupid or Fake Stupid

Luo Lan didn't know that Qing Zhen had already made people look for him, and he didn't know that Qing Zhen was currently facing pressure from the presidium of the consortium. He only knew that the sweet potato smell from next door was really delicious...

He looked at his confidant next to him and said, "Well...Tang Zhou, see if there are any leftovers from the sweet potato field they dug..."

A confidant named Tang Zhou said, "Shouldn't we just go and grab some?"

"You know what shit," Luo Lan said cursingly, "What kind of person am I, Luo Lan? Now if the consortium asks me to kill people from the Pyro Company, I won't even bat an eye, but if word spreads that I am Luo Lan, who will I be if I rob a group of refugees?"

"But they have already dug up the sweet potato fields," Tang Zhou wondered.

There are more than 3,000 refugees, and the sweet potato field is not a large-scale plantation, it is purely barbaric growth. I do not know how long it has grown.

Those refugees were hungry for a few days and finally found something to eat. It must be done until the digging is over. If they can’t eat, they can take it with them on the road. At least they won’t be hungry for the next few days.

Only those who have been hungry will understand what it feels like to be hungry to the extreme. It has only been a few days since the escape time, and all the refugees have lost a lot of weight.

Ren Xiaosu and the others didn't seem to have changed much.

Luo Lan struggled for a long time: "Go, one of you has money on you, go buy some from them."

Luo Lan didn't have time to bring anything when he escaped this time, otherwise he wouldn't even have to wear his pants, and the soldiers of the other combat brigades were almost like this. The earthquake came too suddenly, and those who still thought about going back to the house to get money at that time were basically buried in it.

The soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, everyone pooled together, and finally came up with 4,000 yuan, which was the change that everyone carried in their pockets on weekdays.

Looking at the money, Luo Lan's eyes lit up: "Tang Zhou, take someone to buy it, be careful not to let them sneak attack you."

"Received," Tang Zhou brought a combat team over. At this time, the surviving combat team had been reorganized, and the wounded did not need to participate in the battle. However, at least two-thirds of the more than two hundred of them still had combat effectiveness.

Luo Lan still didn't forget to explain: "Buy it at fifty times the usual price, don't embarrass the Qing Consortium, we don't take advantage of others."

At this time, food is obviously more important than money, but whether it is worth fifty times the price is purely a matter of opinion.

We will return to human civilization one day,

Perhaps if it is faster, it will take three days to reach barrier 109. At that time, everything will be bought with money. Although the relationship between the Qing consortium and the Li family is average, the Qing consortium has some commercial industries in barrier 109, so the banknotes issued by the Qing consortium will not have no purchasing power at all.

The relationship between consortiums is very complicated. It's not that the barriers controlled by Li's consortium are completely free of other consortium forces. More often than not, the distribution of power between consortiums is more like a state of criss-crossing.

The different positions of the various barriers mean that they have different natural resources, so the consortia also need to communicate with each other.

For example, the areas controlled by the Qing Consortium are dominated by vanadium-titanium magnetite, rock salt, Glauber’s salt, lead-zinc, sulfur, iron ore, asbestos, mica, gold, phosphorus, cement limestone, coal mines, and natural gas, while the south controlled by the Li Consortium is dominated by non-ferrous metals and coal mines, and the planting industry is rich in tobacco leaves.

But the most important thing is that the Qing Consortium is located in a basin with a suitable climate, and has mastered the planting resources of food crops such as rice, wheat, corn, soybeans, and economic crops such as tea. Most of the time, the Li Consortium needs to buy food from the Qing Consortium. They also grow it themselves, but it is not enough.

Every consortium attaches great importance to food, but not you. The land under your control is suitable for growing food. Nature will not make any changes because of human will.

Not long after, Tang Zhou came back with a bunch of sweet potatoes. When purchasing, the refugees saw these soldiers coming with guns and live ammunition. Few people dared to refuse the Qing Consortium's request, and the price offered by the Qing Consortium was not low.

Luo Lan excitedly ordered the soldiers to throw all the sweet potatoes into the fire, and then a group of elders waited eagerly.

Luo Lan counted the number of people, then counted the number of sweet potatoes, and then sighed: "One person eats half, no one should eat more, the wounded can eat a whole."

After roasting, Tang Zhou pulled one out of the fire with a wooden stick and gave it to Luo Lan: "Boss, you can eat this."

Luo Lan picked it up, broke open half and handed it to Tang Zhou: "Half for each person."

"You don't need to do this, boss," Tang Zhou hesitated, "You only eat half of it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hold it quickly, it's hot!" Luo Lan looked at the others: "I don't have time to tell you so much now, when we get to barrier 109, I invite everyone to enjoy it together.

The soldiers of the combat brigade ate sweet potatoes in silence without speaking.

Ren Xiaosu had been observing the movements of the Qing Consortium, but suddenly a woman among the refugees screamed, followed by a loud slap.

They all turned their heads, and suddenly found a middle-aged man tearing at a woman and said: "Why are you pretending to be innocent after eating the sweet potatoes I dug up, your man would have died in the barrier long ago! Didn't I pull you, you can live until now?"

"I said that I will give you the sweet potato money when I reach barrier 109!" the woman gritted her teeth and said.

"What do you give me? Everyone still has nothing at the 109 barrier!"

Ren Xiaosu curled his lips, the two actually knew each other, maybe the man was slapped when he tried to do something just now. Now, under the pressure of embarrassment and anger, he actually dragged the woman to a secluded wilderness. The woman was crying but unable to struggle, and the others were all watching indifferently.

However, at this time, there was a loud shout beside Ren Xiaosu: "Stop! It turns out that you, the Leopard King, are doing the trick!"

This sound made Ren Xiaosu's head buzzing, he looked at Chen Wudi in a daze, only to see that Chen Wudi had already rushed out with a golden cudgel...

The middle-aged man also didn't react, and was directly thrown to the ground by Chen Wudi's stick, almost vomiting blood!

It was Chen Wudi who had to hold back his strength, otherwise the man would have been strangled to death on the spot.

But before Chen Wudi could enjoy the sense of accomplishment of subjugating demons, the woman who was dragged out at first became angry. She looked at Chen Wudi: "Why did you hit him! Get out!"

Chen Wudi felt a little wronged, but he couldn't figure out what was going on here, so he could only walk back to Ren Xiaosu with his head drooping.

Everyone looked at this scene in astonishment. Only Ren Xiaosu, who had read the original Journey to the West, felt that something was wrong. The Leopard King was the Demon King of the Ring Caves in the Yinwu Mountain in the Journey to the West. In the original book, the Leopard King liked the farmer's wife and took it for himself.

However, the reason why Ren Xiaosu felt something was wrong was because he realized that if Chen Wudi wanted to fight, he would give the opponent a fairy name, such as Xiao Zuanfeng, Golden Leopard King and so on.

When you don't want to fight, the opponent is a normal human being...

This seems to be the logic for a mental patient to find "reasons" and "standpoints" for himself. He is the Monkey King, so he wants to fight monsters.

Ren Xiaosu stared blankly at Chen Wudi returning to his side. He thought for a long time and teased, "Apprentice, what if you run into hundreds of enemies one after another in the future and you don't have enough monster names?"

After all, there are only so many monsters in Journey to the West, wouldn't it be impossible to fight after all...

Chen Wudi fell into deep contemplation, as if this was the case.

After a while, Chen Wudi decided to lower his principles and said, "It's okay, the monster's name can be used repeatedly."

Ren Xiaosu: "???"

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