The villages in the valley usually have little contact with the outside world. Although they have moved to a new country, it seems that not much has changed for them.
The only difference is that the bandits who used to come occasionally to collect rent are gone, and there is a tall bulletin board in the middle of the village.
After entering the village, the caravan first found the village chief, explained their desire to stay overnight, and paid a small amount of money for the accommodation. The village chief then showed them where the spring was, and warned them not to trespass into the villagers' houses and fields. He then ignored them.
“It seems like the villagers are rather indifferent.”
Sitting by the warm fire, with the shadows stretched out long, Mira said to Loran Hill.
"Maybe it's caused by my past experiences." The girl strung the cut apples together and placed them next to the campfire, preparing to roast them to heat them up before eating.
"Let me do it, Miss." Mira looked at Loran Hill doing it herself and wanted to come over to help.
"No, it's not a big deal." The girl shook her head and looked at the people around the campfire.
There are now several bonfires burning in the open space. A group of people are sitting around the bonfires, using the flames to dispel the coldness of the mountain night, dry the clothes that were wet during the day, etc., and the smell of meat can be heard in the distance.
"Those guys are cooking some salamander meat. I'll bring it to you."
Compared to ordinary meat, the meat of this Warcraft salamander is tougher, and a group of people took a long time to cook it until it was slowly cooked.
Not long after, Mira came over with a small white porcelain bowl filled with light pink boiled pork slices.
"Maybe it's a little hot." Mira reminded.
Loran Hill tasted a piece first. The meat tasted good after being cooked, but it was not special at all.
Then, as most of the meat was cooked, others began to eat. Although the food was not bad during this long journey, people still did not eat much fresh meat.
After initially satisfying their hunger, the members beside them started chatting slowly.
"Hello, we are members of the Lake Chamber of Commerce..."
Several people from the Lake Chamber of Commerce chatted with people from the Lagertis Chamber of Commerce.
At first they thought that they were rescued by some powerful adventurers, but after some explanation they found out that they were guards specially hired by the Lagetis Chamber of Commerce.
As the saying goes, once you tell a lie, you need countless lies to cover it up.
After being approached by the grateful Lake Chamber of Commerce, these people began to rack their brains to explain the reasons.
"Because the eldest daughter of the Lagetis Chamber of Commerce is a good person, we prefer to stay in a caravan like this." Loran Hill, who was completely unaware of the hairpin he had been given, was talking to someone on the other side.
"What business are you in?" The girl turned her head slightly downward and asked the girl next to her curiously.
The girl has light brown skin and two long braids on the sides of her ears.
"We sell a little bit of everything and don't deliberately buy too much of any one item," explained the girl. She is the granddaughter of the caravan president and has been following the caravan since she was a child.
"We travel around the villages in the mountains all year round. People living here don't have much money and won't buy too many unnecessary things, so we take a little bit of everything with us and basically don't sell big items."
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"Because we can't compete with the big chambers of commerce, we can only find some hidden villages in the mountains and do some business that others don't value. Although the profit is meager, there is not much competition, so it has been relatively stable."
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"Are you talking about the former West Wind? We rarely take the main roads, so we don't have to pay any tolls. The situation in Cransia is much better now, so we don't have to take a detour anymore."
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"Traveling merchants in the mountains naturally know some martial arts and self-defense skills, but it's still too much effort to deal with a monster like that."
After a conversation, Loran Hill gradually understood the lifestyle of this group of people. They had no fixed place to live, the caravan was their home, and they made a living by wandering around and doing business.
As the night deepened, the group of people, after having eaten and drunk their fill, gradually went into their tents to rest. Of course, a few people would take turns to keep watch over the camp.
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The next day, early morning.
Listening to the sparse noises outside, Loran Hill woke up from the blanket in the tent. She rubbed her eyes, propped herself up, and her golden hair slid down her shoulders like silk.
Looking at Mira who was still sleeping soundly beside her, she touched the pair of furry rabbit ears with a little curiosity. Mira's ears flicked gently and slipped away from her fingertips, revealing the light pink inner contour covered by the fur.
Without disturbing the sleepy bunny-eared girl any longer, Loran Hill put on his clothes, put on his coat, and walked out of the tent.
This small group of people from the Lake Chamber of Commerce seemed to have gotten up particularly early. They fetched spring water from the mountain near the village, washed up, and then began to prepare some things.
Watching their actions, Loran Hill walked over, wanting to understand their purpose.
"Good morning, Miss Leixia." The light brown-skinned girl I met last night greeted with a smile.
"Good morning, what are you doing?" Loran Hill blinked.
"This is to prepare for the performance," the girl explained.
Not only do they sell some things, they also have talent shows, such as piano singing, dancing, fire rings, throwing rings, etc., just like the circus in the girl's memory. However, this group of people does not have the money to raise special animals.
"Performing can earn us some extra income and also attract the attention of the villagers, which will help us sell our products."
Compared to the large chamber of commerce where Loran Hill once worked, small groups like the Lake Chamber of Commerce also have their own means of survival.
"I see." Loran Hill nodded thoughtfully. It seems that such small caravans should not be underestimated. They can survive, and naturally they have their own unique way of adapting.
As time approached 10 a.m., the sound of gongs rang out, and then a small stage was set up in the center of Lengquan Village, and a simple small performance was staged in this remote village.
After hearing such music, the lively villagers slowly gathered around and watched those people in strange costumes perform various skills.
"The mysterious witch who peeks into everything will unveil your destiny today."
A big man with white paint on his face waved a sign in his hand and invited the villagers into a dark purple tent. According to his explanation, as long as they offered a few coins, they could get instructions from the witch and learn about their own destiny.
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This witch has always been elusive. Even our caravan members don't know her origins. She sometimes disappears, sometimes reappears, looking like an old woman or a young girl. She only tells the fate of those she approves of."
As this person explained, the surrounding villagers also curiously leaned in to look at the purple tent that led to the unknown and mysterious.
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