The price of water has gone up
Fu Anan clicked his tongue and joined the people complaining outside in cursing the person who controlled the water source as a "swindler", then paid attention to the water he had collected yesterday.
Today's is less.
After careful calculation, the ratio of the two is about 19:5!
That means it would only be dark for about five hours, no wonder she overslept yesterday.
Fu Anan exercised in the room for a while, and carefully counted the last five small gold grains and a handful of unrefined gold sand in his pocket.
This was the fourth day, and there was no more chance to redeem small golds. So the last five small golds were her only remaining property in this round of the game, although the possibility of robbery was not ruled out.
There was a knock on the door.
It's the hotel owner.
She leaned against the door frame and said coldly, "The camel caravan has arrived. Come with me to get your stuff."
Salt wrapped in two-purpose oil paper;
Four cans of green vegetable paste, which still looked a little dry;
There were also 16 bunches of grapes and 11 cantaloupes.
"This ointment is an ointment, and the jar it comes in is another price."
The camel caravan merchant said.
These things are already very expensive, and they don’t even come with a bottle when you buy the medicine.
"No, I don't want it."
Whatever jar you want, just wrap it in some oil paper.
"Are you sure you don't want to?"
The merchant of the camel caravan asked again, "If the jar is not sealed, the ointment will dry up and its effect of stopping bleeding and removing blood stasis will be greatly reduced."
"No, I buy them for one-time use."
Fu Anan shook her head. People with space would not suffer this loss, and the merchants in the camel caravan could not outlast her.
Still thinking about finding someone, Fu Anan prepared to set off to the westernmost place before the weather reached its hottest.
Then she traded her last five gold nuggets for a camel.
One person and one camel.
Walking in the lonely desert.
Fu Anan was a little worried that some players would intercept her along the way, so she wrapped herself tightly with the linen cloth unique to this place.
A solitary smoke rises straight in the desert, and the sun sets over the long river.
Fu Anan, who had little knowledge, only knew these two sentences and then lay on the camel like a salted fish that was about to be dried.
It’s so hot!
It’s so hot that I’m almost dehydrated!
If I take off the sackcloth I will get sunburned, and being wrapped in sackcloth is like being in a sauna. Now drinking water alone is not enough, I have to add some salt to it.
Fortunately, she bought salt before that.
Enduring the scorching heat, Fu Anan deeply felt how flawed their original plan was. Not to mention the difficulty of walking in the desert towards the setting sun, if the place they agreed on in the game was full of dangers, it would not be worth taking risks for a promise.
In this way, the plan, which had only been carried out for two rounds of games, was put on the agenda for revision.
afternoon
Before the sun sets.
The orange-red sunlight shines on the desert, and you can't tell that it is eleven or twelve o'clock at night.
Fu Anan stopped and looked ahead in silence.
There was still a vast desert ahead, and an invisible wall blocked her way. This should be the boundary of the game.
She stretched out her hand and tried to cross the border, but was bounced back by the invisible obstacle. The camel next to her, who had been smacking food in his mouth, looked at the strange appearance of the biped next to him and made a "grunt" sound, as if mocking it.
"Brother Camel?"
Fu Anan heard its cry and looked over, then insulted it with a camel-like gesture, "You stink."
(End of this chapter)