Chapter 991: 990. Bazaar (4/5)

Chapter 991: 990. Bazaar (45)

All the way to the north for more than ten kilometers, passing through a number of tent gathering places, and then more tents appeared in front of them.

The jeep driving the road stopped, and the soldiers went down to guard first. After ensuring safety, Lei Moning got out of the car and waved: "Mr. Li, please come here."

What appeared in front of Li Du was the African market, a kind of open-air place, located in the middle of the settlement.

There are no roads here, only dirt roads. Because of the dry season, there is a lot of sand and dust. They cannot drive forward, otherwise the cars will bring a lot of smoke and dust, and the market will not be able to go on.

Li Du took off his sunglasses and handed them to Brother Lang, walked up to Lei Moning and asked, "Those on the road are all from your tribe?"

Lei Moning nodded and said, "Yes."

Li Du was puzzled: "There is no shortage of sand here, why do you not live in houses, but live in tents like this?"

Lei Mo Ning said with a smile: "Because our Golden Silk Grass is a traditional hunting and farming people. In the past, we often migrated to find places with abundant water and grass to farm and hunt. Building a house is not as convenient as using a tent."

"Besides, the tent is enough. The weather is pretty good for Mo Sanbi. When it's not too cold, it's enough to shelter from the wind and rain."

Li Du said: "But your barracks are all houses."

Lei Moning said as a matter of course: "It must be. My house is not only a place for people to live in, but also a defensive tool. Once a battle occurs, it will be a bunker for soldiers!"

Li Du was shocked, Nima Hei, do you still fight with bows and arrows? Just that small shabby house, without cannons, just a rocket launcher can handle it, and even a large-caliber rifle can penetrate it!

Lei Moning obviously knew the problems in his barracks and jurisdiction. He was a face-saving person and didn't want to talk too much about such topics. He said, "Come on, Mr. Li, let's move around and talk while walking."

The soldiers cleared the way, and there were soldiers holding guns beside them on guard.

The bazaar fell into a panic at first, but slowly, the soldiers didn't make trouble, they just wandered around inside, so the panic subsided by itself and returned to normal.

The market is quite big, about two hundred meters long, and it is full of people, at least one or two thousand people, bargaining loudly.

There are no shops here, all of them are street stalls. Vendors sit on the ground, barefoot and shirtless. The stalls are placed on the ground casually. When someone comes to the door, they talk about business, and when no one comes to the door, they shout at the top of their voices.

Lei Moning told Li Du that they were not asking prices, they were singing...

These black buddies and sisters are really optimistic. There is an open space next to the market, and a few tin buckets are erected on the open space. Some black people are beating the tin buckets, and then others are singing and dancing around them.

There were many people in the market and it was very crowded, but the law and order was not bad, no one pushed and no one stole.

Of course, this has something to do with the power to maintain law and order. Lei Moning's Democratic Army is in charge of law and order. In the market two hundred meters away, there are at least ten Heige soldiers holding guns and staring at the crowd.

In this case, if a thief is found, he is likely to be shot to death directly.

The market adopts the method of bartering, and the stalls mainly sell daily necessities of some local people and fresh vegetables and fruits transported from the jungle.

Among the daily necessities, the agricultural and sideline foods processed by the local people are the main ones. They can be exchanged for food stamps or with things they have in hand, and there is no clear price tag.

Someone was selling money, yes, it was selling coins. There was a stack of large bills in front of that person. Li Du went up to look at it. Made was a string of zeros. He couldn't count how many billions it was.

Needless to say, this is the Cecil coin.

Li Du smiled bitterly. The amount of Cecil coins is much larger than that of China's Ming coins. From this point of view, the inflation in the underworld is not serious.

There is no local market for Cecil coins, and an old black man sat there with his head downcast, looking sad with his hands on his stomach.

When Li Du saw Cecil Coin for the first time, he asked, "How do I change this?"

The old man blinked, opened his mouth and muttered a few words, but Li Du didn't understand a word.

Lei Mo Ning next to him said: "He wants to eat, he sneaked here from Cecil, and wants to exchange money for some food, because in Cecil, even if you have money, you can't buy food."

Drought hit Cecil, and what was once an African granary has now turned into an African famine.

Li Du waved to Godzilla, Godzilla always had something to eat in his backpack.

When the big man came over, the black old man was startled, his knees softened and he knelt down!

If Li Du hadn't actually experienced all this, if he had simply listened to people, he would never have believed such a thing.

People in many parts of Africa really have no human rights at all, they live like livestock.

Li Du opened Godzilla's backpack, took out a pack of jerky mutton and handed it to the old man, then took a banknote from it, and put it in his wallet as a souvenir.

The old man took the jerky and smelled it, hugged it excitedly and laughed, waved and pushed all the banknotes to him, stood up and left.

Li Du was surprised: "All?"

Lei Mo Ning said: "You are at a loss for all of it. This kind of money is worse than waste paper. You hold it in your hand and can only light it to warm the fire."

The lion hunter added: "If you go to a bank and change them, they're not worth a dollar. Of course, no bank will take this stuff."

The Cecil government doesn’t plan to print money anymore. It’s not because of their conscience that they want to control the domestic inflation rate. It’s because printing money needs to consume paper, electricity, and ink, and there are also costs. The money printed now can’t even cover the cost. up!

A black teenager ran to Li Du with a box in his arms and said, "Hey, baked bananas, delicious baked bananas, do you want to bake bananas?"

Li Du held up the Cecil coin and asked, "How much can this be exchanged for?"

The boy shook his head: "I don't want this, I want that."

He was referring to Li Du's chest, where a pair of sunglasses hung.

"Sunglasses can be exchanged for meat, here's a piece of meat for you." The boss patted the purple-red piece of meat on the chopping board in front of him with his greasy black hands.

The boy shouted: "I am Traveler's Banana, who wants your stinky meat?"

The temperature in Mo Sanbi is higher than that in South Africa, and it is closer to the equator. The question has been raised in September. If such a piece of meat is left outside, the taste will not be much better.

Li Du backed away, and the boy looked at Godzilla again: "Traveler's Banana, delicious grilled banana, can I change your sunglasses, okay?"

Godzilla looked at him wonderingly, and said, "My sunglasses are too big, are you sure?"

The boy said: "Anyway, one day, I will be as tall as you."

Godzilla shrugged, took off his sunglasses and hung them on his chest, and took his box away, and the golden bananas inside naturally belonged to him.

"Can bananas be eaten roasted?" Li Du asked in confusion.

Brother Lang said calmly: "He was deceived. The Traveler's Banana is not a banana. I don't know where this kid got the name. The Traveler's Banana is an ornamental vegetation. The rhizome has a strong water storage capacity, but it doesn't produce bananas."

Godzilla doesn't care, he devours everything he eats.