"That's the Pot Market in front, right?"
The two studied the map and circled three possible places.
Two have been checked, and Hu City is the last one.
If Hu City still has no gains, Yu Xifeng can only give up the military factory, which is good-looking but useless.
Zhang Qiu said that Hu City is not an administrative level, but purely a place name.
It is called a city, but before the natural disaster, it was not even a town.
The two of them looked at the map and walked around for a long time before they found the way to Hu City.
After climbing over mountains and crossing rivers, I saw a well-organized village.
A thatched hut was built on top.
This is indeed a good place, hidden enough and judging by the flatness of the land, it was not affected by the earthquake.
Or perhaps reconstruction is already well organized here.
Yu Xifeng climbed onto the roof of the RV and could see the entrance to the cave.
There are also cultivated green buds, cultivated soil, and the creek wind turning the telescope.
Many hoes, pickaxes and stone axes were also seen.
With Yu Xifeng's eyesight, he had already seen several traps.
If an outsider barges in rashly, he might die without even knowing how he died.
Yu Xifeng returned to the first floor, and Zhang Qiu asked, "How is it?"
Yu Xifeng shook his head: "Can we go around? There is a gathering place on the other side."
Zhang Qiu held a compass in one hand and a tablet in the other, and gestured to Yu Xifeng: "I'm afraid it won't work. Do you see that side? It's called Dingyue Slope. That's where we are going. We can't go around it."
"Wait, there seems to be another road here," Zhang Qiu put the compass on the ground, gestured with his fingers on the tablet, and squatted down to study the map.
Zhang Qiu used his finger to plan a winding road on the map, just like a snake, and went around the entire place.
It can be said that we have bypassed the gathering place in front.
The RV is back on the road.
Yu Xifeng stood still in the dizzying car, his expression unchanged.
Train your balance while standing still.
Cang Hui sat in the passenger seat, acting like a normal person, and called out to Zhang Qiu.
They won’t stop until you wear a seat belt.
Zhang Qiu tied it up resignedly: "Ancestor, I will be your driver."
Xiaoju half-closed his eyes, rolled over from time to time, and crawled back again cursing.
Zhang Qiu stopped pedaling.
There is a curtain between the driving area and the back of the RV.
Yu Xifeng stood in a posture, disliking the dazzling sunlight on his face, and pulled the curtains.
The RV stopped, Yu Xifeng lifted the curtain, took a look, and then put it down again.
Collect tolls.
This is not the first one to come here.
The current road has lost maintenance and is difficult to travel on. In order to collect tolls, these people will clear a road of at least several kilometers.
There are not many cars now, and the main targets are pedestrians.
As long as it’s not excessive, Yu Xifeng will give it.
The one in front of me has a clear price tag, written clearly on the sign.
From pedestrians, to different types of cars, and then to the number of people.
The unit is gram.
Zhang Qiu calculated that a two-person RV would require about 300g, or more than half a pound, of food.
Zhang Qiu took out a sweet potato from the cabinet on the armrest, but felt it was not enough, so he took out a small one.
Yu Xifeng sat on the sofa to rest, closed his eyes slightly, and listened to the noise outside the RV.
It's just some sweet potatoes. If I can get through it smoothly, it will definitely be easier than going down and fighting.
Zhang Qiu rolled down the car window a little and handed out two shriveled sweet potatoes.
Zhang Qiu felt a little bit cheated.
If the sweet potato were fresher, maybe just a little more than one would be enough to meet the toll requirement.
Unfortunately, it has been stored for too long and has become dehydrated and lost weight.
There were less than five people in this group, and the closest one had a scar on his forehead.
At first glance it looks like three eyes.
The three-eyed man reached in, grabbed the sweet potato and threw it upwards.
Sanzhiyan asked Zhang Qiu who was driving: "Is there anyone else in the car?"
Zhang Qiu shook his head.
Three Eyes tried to squeeze his head over to see, but his view was blocked by the curtain.
He reached in and tried to draw the curtain.
Zhang Qiu slapped his hand away: "What are you doing?"
The three-eyed man chuckled, withdrew his hand, and then kicked the door of the RV: "This is not enough, you are fooling the devil."
The RV shook.
The crossbow arrow shot out of the window and pierced into Scarface's eye.
Blood splattered on the door of the RV. Zhang Qiu quickly loaded and fired an arrow. The arrow shot out of the window, with the pointed tip pointing towards the remaining people.
Zhang Qiu said: "Is that enough now?"
"Enough, enough, enough—"
The people behind ran away quickly.
Zhang Qiu got out of the car and picked up two shriveled sweet potatoes first.
Yu Xifeng opened the car door and sat in the booth to enjoy the fresh air.
She gave Zhang Qiu a thumbs up: "Well done."
Zhang Qiu blushed.
Yu Xifeng glanced at the three eyes on the ground and sighed: "Why don't you just take the toll? Why do you have to do this?"
Blood was splattered all over the RV.
Three Eyes fell to the ground, looked at his companions who were running away with hatred, and spat out words with blood bubbles from his throat: "You can't run far, you will die, you will all die."
Yu Xifeng frowned. There was a wolfish nature in the three-eyed man.
The wolf nature of eating its own kind.
Zhang Qiu pulled out the arrow and stabbed it back again.
Three Eyes is dead this time.
Zhang Qiu searched his clothes again, and found nothing but rags.
The most impressive thing this group of people had was actually that section of roadblock, with spikes arranged in a realistic manner, and they were made of real iron.
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