Reborn as a Supervisor

“Sure enough, the door to the backyard was open.”

As soon as Misher took out the medical box and lit the fire, the old man sat next to the sofa and began to skillfully organize the medical supplies.

"Thank you, old sir."

As the team leader, Atilokha was the first to express his gratitude.

"Nothing. The villagers are reluctant to lend out the food they have stored for the winter. After all, we grow our own food in the village, so we have just enough to eat every winter."

It is obvious that the old man who has lived here for so long is very familiar with the things here.

As for whether the other party was telling a lie, Chen Fan could tell that the other party was an honest and kind old man.

So this old man is really a good person, and he is not an old monster who wants to "catch the turtle in the jar".

"Were the injuries on your friend sustained in the winter?"

"Yes, I was hurt by a huge trap."

After hearing this, the old man nodded and buried his head in treating and bandaging Bourgeois' wound.

"Just in time for the medical supplies to be sufficient, the bleeding has stopped."

"Wrap it with another layer of cloth. If the bandage gets dirty after a few days, change the splint and gauze like me again and again. The blood will decrease and you will recover slowly."

"Why does it need to be bandaged? Shouldn't a wound like this be ventilated?"

Misser raised his question, and the old man did not hide anything and told him the reason directly.

"People in the village will see the wound and try to avoid disaster, and they will inevitably gossip about it."

From the old man's skill in treating the wound, it can be seen that this is not the first time he has seen such an injury.

Maybe someone had managed to escape to this village, but was eventually handed over to those "hunters".

If there are more people like this, perhaps for their own safety, the neighbors will talk about it, and then when those people come, they will give up the people without hesitation.

The reason for wrapping it tightly with gauze is to prevent others from seeing the wound and make them think it is an accidental fracture.

(Although the wounds didn’t heal very well, they didn’t have a chance to wait until they were fully healed)

After resting for a while at the old man's home, Bourgeois seemed to be much better, lying on the bed and chatting with Houns beside him.

Ersalu was reading a book borrowed from the old man by the stove, while James and others and Atilokha were sitting next to the old man.

"Old man, you just said that everyone only has his own share, right?"

"Yes, there's no need to ask why, it's just that the villagers are like this."

(This is what the villagers do)

"Then this place is very far away from populated areas and very remote. Where do you get the goods from? We can help or pick them up ourselves."

"Normal...? There are many villages within a few hundred miles of our area, but they are all relatively scattered."

“Usually we would use animals that were familiar with the road to rush to the market around noon, and that’s where everyone would barter.”

As a small village in a remote area, the concept of money has disappeared. In the snow, people can only barter or rob...

"So, can we trade medical supplies for food?"

Roger felt that medical supplies could be exchanged for a lot of things.

"I advise you not to do that kind of thing, little girl. After all, this place is full of snow bandits. If you get hurt or sick, your normal life will be disrupted."

Once you get sick in the snow, it will take more than a day or two to recover even with medical supplies.

If the illness is not cured in time, all future things will be delayed, and the vicious cycle will continue.

"We also brought some valuables with us. Can these buy food?"

Before Misher came out, he brought a lot of miscellaneous things, including some valuable items.

"Well... I haven't really tried it. If it's precious metals or something, maybe someone can use it. I might even be able to exchange it for a lot of food if I meet my pen pal who loves making tin men."

After everyone determined their target, they borrowed the old man's animals and rushed to the market.

Of course, the process is still very difficult. After all, this is the only "means of transportation" for the old man in the snow.

But he still couldn't bear to disappoint these children, so he finally gave in.

"Just buy your share, there's no point in me keeping the money!"

After saying the last sentence, the old man looked at the children's backs as they left and silently returned to his room.

……

When we arrived at the market, there were indeed quite a few people there.

Villagers from many different villages were wandering around here, and some even brought handfuls of dug stones to exchange for drinks in front of the beverage machine.

"They say there's no shortage of materials, but I always feel like this place is too rich. It even has the basic facilities of a city..."

This market is much bigger than the children imagined, and the things inside are quite comprehensive.

"Look, look! Atilok! There's a conch!"

"Roger, we are here to buy food, don't just buy everything you see."

"I never thought there would be such a lively place in this icy and snowy place."

Atilokha and his group found the pen pal the old man mentioned, a middle-aged man who had a strange passion for machinery.

They traded the metal for food and bought some tools at the market.

The process seemed to be quite smooth. First, I found the person, and then I bought all the necessary items easily.

But just as he was preparing to load the goods, several people wearing white clothes and covering their faces stood around the old gentleman's animals.

"It's better to kill this beast. I've eaten it before. The meat is chewy and tender. It tastes good whether roasted or boiled."

"We can probably wait for the original owner to come back, right? Why not start some business and make some money to bring back?"

Chen Fan knew without even looking that this group of people were the local tyrants here, and they had already set their sights on the old man's animals.

The reason why they didn't just snatch the animals away and kill them for meat was because they were afraid of provoking the wrong people.

But the kids were clearly not someone they could afford to offend.

Atilokha stood before them, holding the animal's reins towards him.

"You guys, do you want to steal our things in front of so many people?"

"No, no, no! How can that be? How can you go back after you've robbed an animal? That's not very humane."

"All we want is what you bought here. Leave half of it and take your animals back."

To be honest, if the children hadn’t placed the supplies so obviously, they would probably have been very disappointed and left cursing and angrily.

But the kids were careless and didn't think too much about it. They would definitely be targeted if they bought so many supplies...

"Why? Why should we give you the food we exchanged for our own supplies?"

Roger couldn't stand their behavior, which was almost the same as that of robbers.

"You are from outside the city, right?"

"All transactions between villages are monitored here. Everyone has to pay a little tax. At the beginning, everyone pays half, and then they pay less and less."

This is the rule here and also their way of survival.