Not only can you fish at sea, you can also bring up some supplies.

Gradually, more and more people went out to sea, and a small area was even set aside in the gathering place at the foot of the mountain for everyone to trade supplies.

However, those who dare to go and take out supplies for trade are all extremely powerful characters. Otherwise, if the supplies are not traded, they will be targeted by others, which would be dangerous.

He Xiaobei had nothing to do, so he took his bodyguards and prepared to go down the mountain to take a look.

I didn't bring Lightning this time, not because I was afraid of being noticed by others, but because the greedy gazes were really uncomfortable.

Perhaps because people had spread the word, everyone knew how powerful the people in the mountains were, so when these people saw her, they all avoided her from afar, as if she were some kind of monster.

This can reduce a lot of trouble, and He Xiaobei is happy about it.

But among these survivors, she can indeed be considered an outlier, with clean clothes, fair skin and a pretty face.

But when everyone is struggling to survive, no one will appreciate beautiful things, everyone is only interested in food.

This so-called trading market even had a sign with numerous words in different languages ​​written on it. However, there were only a few people selling things inside, and you could even tell the end of the crowd at a glance.

As she looked around, she actually found a meat stall. Not only was there raw meat for sale outside, but the aroma of meat was also wafting from the shed behind.

But then her eyes narrowed. The shapes of the bones on the stall were very similar to human leg bones. The rest was self-evident.

It was hard to tell the man's age from the butcher, but he was obviously not as thin as before. His medium-length hair was dirty and greasy, but his three-dimensional facial features and the color of his eyes allowed her to tell that he was probably a Westerner.

Seeing He Xiaobei staring at him, he was not afraid and even waved at her:

"Come and take a look at the meat, beauty? Today's is a young one, and the meat is very tender. Would you like to try it?"

Without any other emotions, the man seemed to be simply selling his products, and his tone was very relaxed.

But before He Xiaobei could react, a thin man in the distance ran up to him and whispered a few words. The man's eyes suddenly lit up.

After shouting a few times, another man came out of the shack. He loudly told the man to watch the stall and said he was going out for a while, then ran away with the thin man.

In addition to the meat stall, there was actually a stall selling miscellaneous items, mostly worn-out clothes and shoes. He Xiaobei took a look and felt that it was hard to describe.

It was definitely dirty and worn out, and most of the clothes even had obvious blood stains on them.

There were four men guarding the stall, one of whom had a gun, so no one dared to go forward and rob it.

You can easily guess where those worn-out clothes on the stalls come from.

Now no one cares whether these things belong to a dead person or not. They have no choice and will freeze to death if they don’t wear them.

In the face of life, these things seem less important.

As for other useful things, there were none here at all. He Xiaobei guessed that the broken bottles and jars were probably salvaged by these people at sea.

She thought those people could go to the sea, at least there would be people selling fish here. She was also thinking of asking them about the situation in the sea, but now it seems that her plan is ruined.

If you want to ask, you have to think of other ways, such as going directly to the beach and waiting.

No longer in the mood to continue strolling, He Xiaobei turned around and walked out of the gathering place.

There are no so-called streets here. People basically live in rows, leaving a small aisle that can only accommodate one or two people. This can keep warm in winter.

Although the temperature at this time reached more than 50 degrees Celsius below zero, He Xiaobei could still smell the pungent odor when walking here.

There were very few people outside. Those who did not go out hid in their shacks to keep warm. The few people who were occasionally seen had numb expressions and were pale and thin.

Now that there is snow, people are actually not short of water, but no one still dares to wash themselves in such a temperature. If they accidentally catch a cold, a cold can take their lives.

As they were walking, there was suddenly a commotion in front. He Xiaobei's body was faster than his brain, and he ran straight towards the direction of the noise.

It turned out to be someone she had seen before, the scarred-faced woman she had seen the last time she followed Hans Niu's family's car to the beach to see them recruiting workers.