Plane Supermarket

Chapter 167

Candles were burning in the living room, and in the dim light of the jumping fire, the elderly goblin brought out a plate of bread and cooked broth from the kitchen. The aroma soon filled the whole room. Run out of every room.

Wearing simple coarse clothes and barefoot, they ran out cheering and sat around the table without waiting for the elders to speak.

The table was rebuilt by the dwarves themselves. The original table in the house was too small to accommodate a maximum of five people.

But the old dwarves had too many children to take care of, so they had to replace the original table, bought a set of tools, and rebuilt the table and chairs.

"There is broth!" The children looked excitedly at the can of soup being brought to the table, holding their own wooden bowls in their hands.

The old dwarf made soup for the child spoonful by spoonful. Although it was broth with oily flakes floating on the surface of the soup, only a large bone with meat was split in the middle to make the soup, and the bone marrow inside was fused. It is also a rare delicacy in soup.

They don't have many cooking methods in the mountains, except roasting or boiling, and there is often not enough salt, let alone other condiments, so eating is not a very enjoyable thing for them.

Until here, compared to the goblins, the first dwarves, except some young people learning to farm, the old people are learning to make various sauces. They not only bought soy sauce, but also bought recipes for making soy sauce.

In addition to making bacon, the prey they hunted will also be made into meat floss and sealed in jars.

As for the bacon—the dwarves were reluctant to part with it because it required too much salt.

After all, at this time, salt can be used as money, and it is hard currency.

"Eat slowly!" The old dwarf roared worriedly as he watched the children "pour" the broth into their mouths.

But the children didn't hear it at all, they only knew that the broth was good, and the bread was good too.

After everyone was full, the old people made broth and bread and sat together to eat. Each of them got the same portion as the children. Dwarves are different from goblins. Goblins are more valuable as they get older. Even the patriarch All the oldest women.

But the patriarch of the dwarves was the strongest of the clan.

The life strategy of dwarves is completely different from that of goblins. Goblins need to keep migrating, and avoid the passing routes of wild beasts at the time of each wild beast migration. Goblins hunt, but they also gather, and they keep migrating. In this sense, it can also have a little bit of nomadic side.

But dwarves are not. Dwarves are sturdier and stronger than goblins. They can live entirely by hunting.

Therefore, the leader of the dwarves must be a mature dwarf who can command the tribe when hunting, and even act as the main force.

Under this premise, all resources must be tilted towards the middle-aged dwarves. In fact, the elderly and children in the ethnic group do not have much to eat.

Until here, the elderly and children can finally fill their stomachs. It is only because of habit that when the elderly share meals, they still eat the same portion as the children. This habit may continue for a long time.

"Grandma." The young children surrounded the old man after he had eaten.

The children held their own toys in their hands, such as wooden wooden horses, or puppet adults bought from the supermarket.

The surrounded old man smiled and could only clear his throat and say, "Sit down."

The children immediately found a place to sit down, looked up at the old man, and waited for the old man to tell a story.

A child asked before telling a story, "Grandma, aren't Mommy and Daddy coming home tonight?"

The old man smiled and said, "They will live on the mountain tonight."

Although they have only moved to the small town for more than a month, for the children, life on the mountain is far away from them.

While still on the mountain, the children lived in a cave, and their parents would build them a strong wooden door to keep out wild beasts.

But the cave is damp, and the children often get small rashes and bites from bugs hiding in the crevices of the rocks.

They don't always have enough to eat, and the bacon they have stored has to deal with the winter when there is not much prey. As long as it is not winter, no matter how hungry the group is, they will not touch the food stored for the winter.

In addition, the elderly and children are the bottom of dwarf society, so adults may have something to eat, but they must be hungry.

Perhaps the children of the human race yearn for the freedom in the mountains and forests, but for the children of the dwarves, the life under the mountains is much happier. They sleep in a dry room and can be covered with soft, cloud-like quilts instead of animal skins. Wear light clothing.

They finally don't have to eat tasteless roasts and broths anymore.

The mountains and forests did not make them happy. Those flying insects and the traps left by others may put them in danger.

There is no medicine, no dry environment, once they get sick, all the clansmen can do is watch him die.

The old man smiled and told the story to the children.

These stories have been passed down from generation to generation, and there is no reason in them. They are just the most common ones, and they can't even be called inheritance, but the children listen to them with great interest.

Only when there was no more sound from the street did the old man stand up and urge the children to go back to their room to sleep.

The children wanted to listen again, but the old people didn't accommodate them, so the children could only go back to their room reluctantly.

After the children were all asleep, a few old people sat down at the table, and the candlestick on the table was replaced with a smaller one. Under the flickering candlelight, the old people took out the chopped wood and a small carving knife, and slowly Carved toys for children.

"There shouldn't be many prey on the mountain these days." The white-haired old man sighed.

This time the dwarves had to walk for a few days, because the prey on the outskirts of the forest had been hunted down, and if they wanted to catch them again, they had to go inside.

If you go deep, it will take a few days, or even ten days, to go back and forth.

Another old man said: "It will be fine when we grow the food."

Hunting is hard and dangerous, and the mountains and forests are full of dangers. If you can live in peace, why should you gamble your life?

"Kelly said we can try to grow some corn." The old man said, "It can be planted in April next year. Corn can be eaten as food and used to make sugar."

"Can still make sugar!"

The old people got excited, they knew how rare sugar is, and no one doesn't like sugar.

The old man who spoke looked out the window. It was pitch black outside, only the direction of the supermarket was emitting light.

He whispered: "The human race is still very good."

"Especially Kelly, she is a good person." The old man praised.

Other old people also echoed, and the old man continued: "Kelly said that in order for us to extract oil and make sugar by ourselves, we must not only be self-sufficient, but also live better than outsiders, and be able to sell sugar and oil. When they are gone, we can continue to live here."

After saying this, everyone was stunned. They couldn't imagine such a future.

The old man said again: "Kelly also said, she said..."

The others immediately asked: "What did she say?!"

The old man tapped his head and murmured: "Wait for me to think about it, I imagine..."

After thinking for a while, the old man shouted: "I thought of it!"

The old people who were about to forget this crop looked at him again, and the old man said: "Kelly said, the better we live, the more likely people outside will come to rob us, so we have to be able to protect ourselves."

Old man: "We...um...we don't just mean us."

Everyone: "...???"

Who do we not refer to?

Old man: "Not only dwarves, but also goblins, elves and half-orcs, and even human races living in the town."

"The number of dwarves is too small. Only when all races work and protect the town can we live in peace."

Speaking of the small number of people, the other old people were silent.

Their ethnic group has experienced several huge blows in the past hundred years. First, the original homeland was destroyed by wild beasts, and then the children fell ill and died one after another. There are less than 300 left.

"It is said that in the future, the middle-aged people of each race will be recruited for training." The old man didn't know what training meant, but he roughly guessed it.

"Humans want to be together too?" The old people looked at each other, but they didn't continue talking.

Compared with safety, it seems that being with the human race is not so unacceptable.

There are great conflicts among different races, but the one with the human race is the biggest.

This is inevitable, because the human race is so powerful that it will naturally backlog the living space of other races.

After all, there are so many resources.

After all, the cake is not big enough.

"Let's talk about it when they come back."

"Yeah, we still have to wait for the patriarch and the others to come back."

The old people did not dare to make up their minds, they tacitly did not mention this matter again.

In addition to the dwarves, other races also discussed this matter after getting the news, but unlike the dwarves, they agreed almost immediately, not to mention the half-orcs, their number is too small, and they don't think they can do it alone. protect yourself.

The goblin has a very clear understanding of her force value, and the old goblin is still there, so she didn't think about it at all. The advantages of this matter outweigh the disadvantages, and it is several times greater than the disadvantages. The old goblin almost agreed to this. thing.

The elves have no objections at all, and they are also worried about where to buy sugar, salt, and oil after the supermarket is closed.

If the town was self-sufficient, they certainly wouldn't have left here.

Under this premise, cooperation with other races is not so difficult to accept.

Ye Zhou didn't expect that, including the human race, all the residents in the town are now willing to recruit young men and women for training—of course not all the young men and women, but only some of them. I have to farm.

But as long as people are willing to respond, Ye Zhou has to leave some explosives for them besides the crossbow.

In this way, if someone really calls, the explosives alone can scare the other party first, and then use some goods or sugar from the branch store to negotiate.

To let people outside know that this small town is tough, it will be very troublesome to take it down, and it will cost a lot, but it may not be rewarding.

But if you don't fight, you can easily benefit from this town, then of course you don't need to fight.

As long as the town can produce enough things, and the nobles and merchants outside are greedy enough.

This small town can last forever.