Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 114: 114, nutrition can’t keep up anymore

Qing Chen muttered quietly to the side, “Giving this away, it’s going to be a hassle for us to start a fire.”

Uncle Li Dong teased nonchalantly, “No worries, just let your in-law help us with the fire. We won’t be needing this thing.”

Qing Chen: “…That seems to make sense. Does that mean we can also mooch off their dinner tonight?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking,” Uncle Li Dong said.

At that moment, Zhang Tongdan waved toward the woods, “Come on, bring everything out.”

He turned to Qin Cheng and said, “We’ve just finished discussing the toll, and now we’re getting down to business. Remember, you have to make it clear to your in-law that if word gets out about what we’re doing, not only could your whole family end up in prison, but we could also face a second encirclement by the Second Army. You know how terrifying Prison 18 is.”

Qing Chen fell silent. To tell the truth, he couldn’t quite see what was so terrifying about Prison 18. It seemed quite alright to him.

If this family really ended up in Prison 18, they might actually live even more comfortably.

After all, the boss of Prison 18 was standing right here.

In the woods, eight men emerged, carrying a heap of wild animal furs. Qin Cheng took out a pair of glasses from the glove compartment and scrutinized each fur, muttering, “Can’t you stop using traps? These bite marks hammered into the fur make it impossible to craft a coat. The rich are particular about this; they don’t want anything with flaws. Why don’t you have your sharpshooters hunt by shooting the prey right in the eye? Those pelts are the most valuable.”

Zhang Tongdan lit a cigarette and said, “Our sharpshooter was reassigned, not hunting with us anymore. From now on, all the pelts will be like this, take it or leave it.”

“Of course I’ll take them, but the price will have to drop a bit,” Qin Cheng finished speaking and then had his wife take out four boxes from beneath the back seat of the pickup: “Inside are two boxes of ammunition, plus one box of salt and one box of medicine, all things you urgently need.”

After saying that, Qin Cheng opened a box and took out four bottles of medicine, “But the furs you’ve brought this time are of such poor quality, I have to deduct four bottles.”

Zhang Tongdan’s wrinkles twisted on his face as he grabbed Qin Cheng’s hand, “You’re really ruthless, huh?”

“There are rules to doing business,” Qin Cheng said.

“Next time, I’ll bring you some better furs,” Zhang Tongdan said, his hand subtly drifting to his waist where his pistol was holstered.

Qin Cheng thought for a moment and put the medicine back in the box, “Fine, just remember that I’m at a loss with this deal.”

“Alright, let’s go, guys,” Zhang Tongdan waved his hand, and all the wilderness people walked back into the woods, vanishing without a trace in a matter of minutes.

Throughout, Qing Chen watched this transaction with curiosity, finding it very novel.

Uncle Li Dong laughed softly, “I brought you out this time to let you see more of the outside world. You’ve already seen the best that cities have to offer, and now it’s time to see the customs and human feelings of the wilderness—it’s quite interesting.”

Wilderness people have trouble getting technologically advanced life supplies, so they need a go-between to obtain them.

City folk want the skins and pets of wild animals, so they also need someone to deliver them.

This creates a survival niche for wilderness hunters like Qin Cheng.

Ever since the commodity economy developed to today, the world has been filled with business everywhere.

Qing Chen found that after leaving the iron box of Prison 18, the world was full of surprises and unforeseen adventures.

He witnessed the appearance of the wilderness, learned the way the wilderness people lived, and saw the vast sunsets and the girls of the wilderness.

It was as if the air itself was crisp and pulsating.

And Uncle Li Dong also realized that ever since leaving prison, his student had become less gloomy.

Or rather, ever since he took Qing Chen out for fun the first time, this student had started to regain the nature that young people should have.

There’s no need to be overly serious, no need to be cautious every single second, no need to restrain anything.

Uncle Li Dong understood why.

Because once there was nobody to protect this young man, forcing him to grow slowly amidst thorns; nobody to teach him how to mature, but life hammered at him by the standards of adulthood.

Now, the young man had a teacher, and it was time to reclaim his nature.

The world had once owed him, and now the teacher could give it to him.

However, the happiest person at this time was not Qing Chen, but Qin Yiyi.

It wasn’t because Qing Chen had saved her, nor was it because another deal had been completed at home. She had discovered that the youth beside her wasn’t some servant bereft of freedom.

At least she had never seen any servants interact with their boss like this.

Even if a boss was kind, servants couldn’t be this relaxed; there were no exceptions.

Qin Yiyi was somewhat curious. Were this middle-aged man and the youth father and son? They didn’t seem like it, bearing no resemblance to each other, and a father wouldn’t watch his son’s feet get rubbed raw without feeling distressed. Qing Chen also lacked the expected youthful rebellion.

Yet, she clearly felt that the relationship between the two was very close, not father and son, but arguably even closer than that.

At this moment, Qin Cheng called from a distance, “Yiyi, Qin Tong, hurry up and move the tents over here; it’s time to prepare the fire for cooking.”

Qin Yiyi hurriedly ran over: “Coming, coming!”

Uncle Li Dong had no intention of helping and said to Qing Chen, “Let’s go for a walk around, let the in-laws stay busy for now. I heard the sound of a river nearby; maybe we can catch a few fish to bring back.”

Qing Chen: “…”

…

Meanwhile, more than thirty kilometers south from them, next to Zhi Lake, over thirty vehicles formed a circle with a vigorous bonfire burning in the center.

The way these people ignited their bonfires was somewhat more simple and crude, directly pouring some concentrated fuel on the wood and then tossing a matchstick to quickly start the fire.

By Zhi Lake, a dozen young people took out fishing rods, competing to see who could catch fish faster and bigger.

Outside the circle of vehicles, several servants were setting up tents for everyone and laying down soft waterproof mats inside, moisture-proof.

Compared to Qin Cheng and his group, these people seemed more like they were on vacation.

In the convoy, only a middle-aged man sat quietly on the roof of a vehicle. Below him, the first mate wearing holographic glasses was controlling a drone flying towards the outpost area.

By the bonfire, the well-built Li Yinuo sat on the ground with Nan Gengchen. She took a freshly roasted hind leg from the fire, fiercely cut off a large chunk with her dagger, and stuffed it in Nan Gengchen’s bowl: “Eat.”

Nan Gengchen looked at the piece of meat in his bowl, almost as big as his own face, and said with a pitiful expression, “I can’t finish this.”

Li Yinuo spoke leisurely, “You eat your meals like a bird pecking, when will you ever get stronger?”

“I don’t want to get strong, I want to be a hacker,” Nan Gengchen said weakly.

“What’s so fun about being a hacker? Haven’t I promised you that I would find you the best teacher?” Li Yinuo said without a care: “Don’t worry. I’ve sent people to catch that fugitive hacker. Once he’s caught, we’ll have him teach you.”

“Okay,” Nan Gengchen’s eyes lit up.

At that moment, a servant came up to Li Yinuo and said, “Miss, the tents are set up.”

Li Yinuo nodded towards Nan Gengchen, “Alright, stop eating; we’ll eat later.”

With that, she took Nan Gengchen by the hand and walked into the tent…

Nan Gengchen said in a daze, “You told me to finish my meal. I can’t keep up with the nutrition…”

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Guys, I need some monthly votes here. This month, aiming for the top three, with at least ten updates guaranteed on the launch day, June 1st.

Also, this book is generally a blood-pumping, cheerful blockbuster… don’t always think about which side character I might kill off…

Though I have a history, I want to be a good person this time…

Of course, the specific direction still depends on the plot.