In the afternoon, after the Sun shifted, Haman led Holly out.
Holly was carrying only bedding and a big pot.
Haman was carrying a parvicursor whose belly was cut open on his back, as well as the leather curtain hanging at the entrance of the cave.
Usually, Holly had to carry all his belongings to school, and most of the students were the same, so everyone was used to it.
"I heard that people don't close their doors at night in the city. No one steals anything," Holly said as he looked up.
"Impossible." However, Haman yearned for life in the city.
He did not believe that there was any place in the world that people could keep their doors open at night.
In that case, they would be moved away with their beddings. "Those people think that everything in the city is good."
"But they don't have to carry everything with them," Holly said.
"Come on," Haman touched Holly's head and said, "I collected these things bit by bit. I picked up a pile of scrap iron and spent two pounds of meat to find a blacksmith to make this pot."
The traces of modern civilization only existed in the city, and in this wilderness, even scrap iron was valuable.
Haman carried the parvicursor on his shoulder. As he walked on the road, many people looked at him with envy.
You had to know that humans were not at the top of the food chain a hundred years ago.
People lived a good life before the cataclysm, and they kept cats and walking dogs at home, but what about now?
They even had to try their best to survive, not to mention raising dogs and cats,
Not everyone could go out hunting, and not everyone had the patience to lie in the wilderness for long.
They all had not eaten meat for many years. It would be a lie to say that they did not feel jealous.
Haman brought Holly to the center of the town. The houses here were different from the ones outside.
There were all caves outside the town. What was even more miserable was that they had built a shed with dried grass to manage.
And they were all brick houses here. The closer they were to the center of the town, the cleaner, tidier, and more prosperous they looked.
The people who could live here were all related to the city.
Either they were good at flattery, or they could arrange the dirty and tiring work for the people in the city.
But no matter what, the people in the town were all known as "Fateless people" and could not enter the city.
There were only two ways to enter the city. One was to become a human, and the other was to study hard.
Haman walked into a brick house. There was a yellow cloth hanging in front of the door, and the words "Grocery Store" were written on it.
And there were matches, cigarettes, iron tools, food, and clothes inside, but they were all costly.
The older man standing behind the counter saw Haman and immediately came out from behind the counter. He was pleased. "This parvicursor looks big."
Haman threw the prey on the iron counter and asked, "How much is it?"
"Oh, be gentle. This iron is not thick, but it's costly," Chuck said with a heartache.
Then he threw the prey on the iron scale beside him and said, "14.5 kilograms. Not bad, Haman."
At this time, Chuck rolled his eyes. Then he calculated with his shriveled hands in his palm and said, "It is 120 kilograms according to today's market price. The total price is 1700 dollars!"
"2000," Haman said firmly. "Recently, I have to pay tuition fees again for Holly. It's not easy to catch a parvicursor. 2000 is the lowest price."
But Chuck was unhappy. He pushed the account book in his hand in front of Haman. "These are for the nobles in the city only. Although they lack meat, we still have to follow the rules."
Before he finished his words, he saw Haman turn around to leave with his prey.
He quickly pulled on the sleeve of his torn jacket. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going next door to ask Duke about the price of the grocery store," Haman said.
Chuck tightened his hands. Recently, there was someone in charge in the city who specifically told him to collect dinosaur meat. Chuck was not the only one who knew about this.
He wanted to stop the original plan. Then he giggled. "How much do you want to sell it for?"
Haman still wanted to leave. "Let me ask the price first."
Chuck smiled even more amiably. "Won't it delay Holly's school time? Two thousand then!"
"What did you say before this sentence?" Haman said calmly.
"Not delay, Holly..."
"Before this one."
"How much do you want to sell it for?" Chuck said with some doubt.
"Two thousand four hundred."
Chuck:"???"
After discussing for a long time, they finally reached a price.
The shopkeeper counted the money with his heart aching. He estimated it repeatedly with saliva on his face, afraid that he had measured it wrong.
In the end, Haman made his concession. The price was 2,395.
A dinosaur could be sold out at more than 2,000 dollars, and it was not only because it was big, nor that the price was too low. The main reason was that the dinosaur meat was helpful for ordinary people to become mutants.
According to the manager from the city, those who ate dinosaur meat often had twice the chance of becoming mutants than ordinary people.
It was the reason why the price of dinosaur meat was high.
The rarer the food, the more expensive it was. Since everyone needed it, it was natural that there would be less of it. Therefore, the price was naturally high.
Every time Haman caught a prey, he would leave some for the two of them to share.
However, he did not leave too much because those very knowledgeable "Doctors" had said it before.
It was just enough, about 100 grams per day for one person, and that would be a waste no matter how much food they had.
When Chuck finally gave the money to Haman, he looked so heartbroken.
At this time, he seemed to have suddenly remembered something. He lowered his voice and said, "If you can catch such a beautiful little dinosaur in the future, don't kill it directly. Bring it to me, and I'll pay double the price."
"Alive? Why do you want it alive? You want to kill it by yourself and eat it fresh?" Haman was stunned for a moment.
"No, have you heard of a noble who came here today wanting to capture a living one in the wilderness for fun?" Chuck shook his head. "I think there must be more than one who wants to keep it for fun. There must be some profit in it."
"Keep it for fun? Not for food?" Haman was a little puzzled. "That would be a waste."
Chuck waved his hand and said with a smile, "Do you think the people in the city areas poor as us? You don't understand how the rich are thinking about!"
"Before the cataclysm, there were still people who kept lions and tigers for pets! Now there are no such things, but the dinosaurs are even more ferocious, and the rich people like this," Chuck said with a smile as he took a sip of water.
Haman did not expect that so many people in this era would starve to death at any time. Still, these people in the city no longer wanted to eat meat and only wanted to keep them for fun.