People, before being rejected, will hold onto a sliver of hope and won't turn back until they personally hit a wall.

Once they made up their minds, Guo Qi and He Xiao were not going to give up.

The following day, He Xiao, Guo Qi, and their two brothers, along with about 30 able-bodied men, set off fully armed in military trucks.

"Wish them good luck."

Zuo Ling and Pei Nansheng watched them leave.

It's not hard to guess what Guo Qi and He Xiao are thinking. Surrounded by powerful enemies and besieged on all sides, they have no good days if they don't take advantage of their strong army and fight hard.

Besides, a man can't get rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse can't get fat without night grass. If you have a gun in your hand, you'll be willing to take the risk.

I understand, but treating them like fools was a mistake.

Twenty miles from the market, the group split into two. One group, led by He Xiao, consisted of a few people who pushed wheelbarrows with some of the goods to the market to sell, while the rest of the group followed Guo Qi.

They were not unprepared; rather, they had been planning this for a long time.

The market formed spontaneously at the intersection of five roads, and people from surrounding villages and towns would come to the market to trade whenever they needed something.

He Xiao brought pickled dried fish and shrimp, fish sauce and shrimp sauce, crocodile meat cut into several pieces, and a large bag of coarse salt.

The market is said to belong to an organization called Cobra, and you have to pay a fee no matter what you sell or how much you sell.

The payment method is relatively fair, which is one of the reasons why people from surrounding villages and towns are willing to trade here.

He Xiao paid a 5-pound piece of crocodile meat as an entrance fee.

The burly Western man who collected the entrance fee weighed the items in his hand, glanced at the things on He Xiao's wheelbarrow, and pointed to the fish sauce and shrimp sauce: "What is this?"

"Fish sauce, shrimp sauce."

He Xiao nodded and bowed.

After putting down the crocodile meat, the big man took a bottle of fish sauce and a bottle of shrimp sauce, waved to He Xiao, and gestured for them to go inside.

The market was crowded. As soon as He Xiao entered, he looked for a target and spotted a fat, dark-skinned man with a small knife tattooed on his neck.

The fat, dark-skinned man leaned listlessly against a dilapidated van, with a small piece of cloth about one square meter in front of him, on which a few boxes of medicine sat forlornly.

He Xiao pushed the wheelbarrow diagonally opposite the fat man, unloaded the goods from the wheelbarrow, instructed his men to watch the stall, and then wandered around the market to see if there was anything suitable to exchange.

Out of the corner of his eye, he would occasionally glance at the fat, dark-skinned man.

A tall, thin white man walked up to the fat black man's stall, pulled out a pistol, and gestured as if saying something.

The fat, dark-skinned man took a box of wound medicine from the van and handed it to him, but the man was unhappy and held up two fingers.

The fat man shook his head, thought for a moment, added something that looked like anti-inflammatory liquid, and handed it to the man.

The man was still unwilling and kept making the number 2 gesture.

The fat, dark-skinned man grew impatient, snatched back the wound medicine, and returned the gun to the other man.

The man refused to leave, and after several rounds of back and forth, he finally left dejectedly with the wound medicine and anti-inflammatory solution.

He Xiao curled his lip; at this exchange price, his guns wouldn't be worth much medicine.

One by one, several more people exchanged with the fat black man.

Some carried guns and ammunition, while others carried rice, flour, and cooking oil. He Xiao noticed that the fat man preferred rice, flour, and cooking oil to guns and ammunition.

Sigh, a day can feel like four seasons, and few people can actually grow enough food.

The Ning family was one of the few who could grow grain.

However, the production volume is very small, and only a very small portion reaches the market.

Even so, it is extremely rare.

The Ning family's ability to establish themselves in Australia is largely due to their capacity to grow food.