Well people, of course, are not digging wells.

In fact, this tic-tac-toe of theirs is actually a kind of pictograph.

It represents a crisscrossing of roads.

The Well People, also a magical race conquered by the lord of the manor, live in a chaotic place of space, and are born with a strong ability to find the way.

No matter how complicated the road is, or no matter how messy the maze, it can't stop them.

In the Age of Exile, the people of the Well did not join the competition for limited resources in the Three Cities and Ten Towns, nor did they become wanderers, they hid in the sparsely populated, barren and dark Distant Star Field, and with their powerful ability to identify paths, they wandered between the Far Star Domain and other forces.

In other words, it is precisely because of the existence of the Jing people that the Distant Star Domain has room for survival.

Numerous well people turned into the leaders of the merchants, bringing a large amount of supplies back to the Far Star Field, and also brought many special products from the Far Star Field to all parts of the Exile Era, turning this remote, dark, huge and desolate place into an indispensable part of the Age of Exile.

Jing Concrete is one of these many well people.

There is nothing unusual about their appearance, and few people pay attention to what race they are without identifying themselves.

"The distant star field is ever-changing and mysterious, and only we Jingren can lead the caravan to find the same place twice." Jing Concrete said proudly, "Of course I can find the steel gate you are looking for, but ......"

Jing Concrete's two small eyes flashed with a cunning light: "However, our caravan has suffered heavy losses in Gold Rush Town, and we can't ...... it for the time being Ahem, can't leave Gold Rush Town......"

Jing Concrete knew at the beginning that Zhuang Buyuan had killed the people in power in Gold Rush Town and controlled Gold Rush Town, and felt that Zhuang Buyuan was really a brutal person, he thought that he was dead, and even the caravan he had run all his life was going to be taken away by Zhuang Buyuan, so he was naturally frightened.

But after seeing Zhuang Buyuan, he felt that Zhuang Buyuan was actually a benevolent person, so he naturally began to have his own little Jiujiu.

"Oh......" Zhuang Buyuan squinted slightly, "What do you want?" ”

Seeing Zhuang Buyuan's somewhat unhappy look, Jing Zheng regretted it a little, was he too bold? After all, now people are swordsmen, and I am fish and meat.

Moreover, he really didn't think about what he wanted for a while.

When Zhuang didn't think about it yet, Hu Liuwa tugged on his father's sleeve, Hu Laosi lowered his head, Hu Liuwa whispered a few words in Hu Laosi's ear, Hu Laosi showed an inquiring look, and Hu Liuwa nodded again and again.

Looking at his family's "hope of the whole village", Hu Laosi looked at Zhuang not far away, and felt that he was a little abrupt, but he still mustered up the courage to ask: "Do you want to invest?" ”

"Investment?" Jing Zheng was stunned, "Who invests?" ”

"Me." Hu Lao Sidao.

When Jing Concrete walked out of the self-help association in Gold Rush Town, he felt that he had really encountered the most ridiculous thing in his life.

A farmer who was once his own slave is now a big man, and ...... He still has money to invest in his own caravan?

Although Jing Concrete suffered heavy losses this time, his assets are something that most people can only look up to.

In his caravan, there were several War Dogs alone, and there were dozens of various means of transportation, many of which were larger than War Dogs.

In his caravans, there were hundreds of slaves who were responsible for carrying and doing heavy work, most of whom were peasants.

Which one is not submissive, cautious, not even daring to look up at him, the biggest goal of life, is to restore his free body, or be betrayed a benevolent master.

But this Hu Laosi actually has the money to invest in his caravan?

His loss this time is not something that can be solved with a little money.

This guy ...... Is there any money, is it enough......

This time he came to Gold Rush Town, and he felt that everything he saw was subversive.

Because, there are still many farmers like Hu Laosi.

Are these peasants who are full of self-confidence, dare to walk in the middle of the road, and hold their heads high, really the farmers he knows?

When did the farmer turn over and become the master?

took Hu Laosi back to the Three Camel Caravan, and everyone's expressions were not to mention how exciting.

A farmer wants to be their boss and invest in them?

Are you kidding?

"Elder Jing, otherwise we will ......," a caravan member flashed with a fierce gleam in his eyes, "knock this farmer unconscious, put it in the cabin, and maybe sell it for a good price......

Now hurry up and find a way to stop the loss, Jing Lao should not be dizzy, and he will believe a farmer.

"Alas, alas, don't!" Well concrete doesn't want to die.

Hu Laosi didn't care about the eyes of these people, as a farmer, he had long been accustomed to being discriminated against.

He looked at the caravan in front of him with all kinds of questioning and malicious eyes.

It can be seen that Jing Lao's life is actually not good.

After all these years, the size of the caravan has not expanded, and it is about the same as when he left.

I don't know if it's because my vision is higher, it seems that those war dogs and giant ships are more broken.

"What do you need in the Far Away Domain?"

"We need everything in the Distant Star Domain, the most needed is all kinds of metals and parts, followed by all kinds of food, there is no place in the Age of Exile where there is no shortage of food, and I see that there are a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables in Gold Rush Town now, and by the way, there is also that kind of thing called sugar, which will definitely sell well in the Far Star Field......"

Of course, Hu Laosi has money, but he doesn't need to spend money at all.

Hu Laosi just went back to the lunch village and asked casually in the central square during the lunch: "Who has a spare quota of food, fruits and vegetables on hand?" ”

"Yes." Everyone raised their hands.

According to the contract between the farmer and the estate, the farmer uses the "superior land" of the estate, and he can only leave 5% of the quota for himself, and the rest belongs to the estate.

But for farmers, even 5% is too much, and they continue to produce a large amount of food, fruits and vegetables to supply the food-scarce earth, even if they only have one-twentieth of it, it is a huge amount.

"I have an investment opportunity now, do you want to try it?" Hu Laosi asked in a low voice as if he was engaged in pyramid schemes and illegal fundraising.

"We peasants, can we also be merchants?" The peasants' eyes lit up.

"Why can't that? My teacher said, the prince will have a kind of Xiangning? Hu Liuwa raised her head and said.

Everyone attached great importance to this "hope of the whole village" and hurriedly asked, "What do you mean by this?" ”

"It means that princes and generals are all planted from seeds, and we farmers can also produce princes and generals!"

"What is this princely general?"

In the world of the lord of the manor, there is only the lord of the manor, and there is no prince.

"Can't you play poker? Hook the circle Kaier and the big king and the little king......"

"Oh oh oh oh...... everyone suddenly realized, "this ...... If you become a businessman, you can become the king of Kai and ......"

What mess?

I don't understand, I don't understand

What do we farmers want to do so much? Anyway, I believe in the hope of the whole village.

So the peasants went to their first-class fields and worked for a few minutes.

Hu Laosi brought dozens of truckloads of fruits, vegetables, and grains to Jing Concrete.

"That's our investment, is it enough? Not enough, I'll go back and get some. ”

"Enough...... That's enough! That's enough! Jing Concrete smiled.

"That's good." Hu Laosi said, "I can give you all these to ensure that you have enough profits, but I have one condition." ”

"On what terms?"

"Sell me all the peasants in your caravan." Hu Lao Sidao.

Jing Zheng was stunned for a moment, and then nodded hurriedly: "No problem, no problem!" ”

As long as there is money, what can't be sold?

Loading these fruits, vegetables, and grains into his war giant dog ship vehicle, Jing Concrete took the caravan and hit the road again.

And in the rear, the manor courtyard also squeezed into the spatial rift of the remote star field and set out to find the steel gate.

With the departure of the Manor Palace, some people in Gold Rush Town, who had been silent, immediately became active again.

In particular, someone saw Zhuang Buyuan ascend to the palace and set off for the distant star field.

Without Zhuang not far away, can Gold Rush Town do something?

Maybe the Blue Stone Leaf Manor can do something too, right?

In the dark, there was a tide surging.

At the same time, Golden Hammer was anxiously waiting for news in Hammer City.

Why hasn't there been any news from Gold Rush Town?

Is Gold Rush Town blown up or not? Fried or not fried?

Whoever it is, it's a word of it!