As the words fell, two men pushed open the door and entered, one old and one young. The old man was about fifty years old. His hair was so thin that he was almost bald, and his brows were also extremely sparse. Looking coldly, it looked like he had no eyebrows.
The young man was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and his clothes were a little shabby. Even in this late autumn weather, he still opened his collar and opened his chest.
When the two of them saw Zhao Cheng, they both looked enthusiastic: "Brother Cheng, I haven't seen you for a few days. Why are you free today?"
Zhao Cheng responded casually: "I just happened to meet Sun Xiaotie."
A few people talked nonsense for a while and then started betting.
Gamblers don't need too many words, gambling is the best way to communicate.
The four of them played dice to compare, which was simple and easy. Each person took turns to be the banker, and each banker played fifteen rounds.
Zhao Cheng's luck was indeed good today. After one lap, the small silver nuggets in front of him became a pile, while the other three people lost so much that they screamed and blushed.
"Brother Cheng's luck can't be stopped! No, no, no more fun today." The old man was the first to be unable to bear it. He patted his chest and waist to indicate that he had no more money.
But the young man was very calm: "Old fisherman, how about I lend you some to play with a few more times?"
The old fisherman hesitated for a moment: "Go ahead! Bring me the money."
The young man happily took out a silver ingot from his waist and slapped it on the table, and the four of them continued to play.
Sun Xiaotie prepared two jars of wine and two plates of cold beef, which he sliced and drank. The four of them played for a while, drank two glasses, and gambled while drinking. An hour later, when the wine was gone and the glass was empty, the winners on the gambling table also changed. The one who won the most was the old fisherman who stood up and killed everyone with the borrowed money.
Next is Zhao Cheng. Although he lost a lot, he still won in general. The one who lost the most was Sun Xiaotie. He had never been lucky and never won. He had lost all his money, so he took it from the cabinet. A grain of gold the size of a fingernail came out, slapped it on the table, and shouted: "Come on!"
Instead, the young man pushed the throwing barrel forward and said, "No more playing. I've had enough fun today and almost drank. If you want to play, let's make an appointment tomorrow."
As he spoke, he raised his hand to Zhao Chenggong, picked out a piece of silver from the pile of silver in front of the old fisherman and stuffed it into his waist, and said, "You go on, I'll leave first."
The old fisherman shook his head and said: "Zhang Yigu is still like this. He won't play if he says he won't play. Forget it, I'm leaving too."
In a blink of an eye, only Zhao Cheng and Sun Xiaotie were left in the room. Sun Xiaotie seemed a little drunk: "How about brother Cheng? Find a time to make an appointment tomorrow?"
Zhao Chengzheng wanted to see what the purpose of these people was, so he naturally agreed: "Just wait at home, I will come find you tomorrow."
After leaving Sun Xiaotie's house, Zhao Cheng did not go directly to the warehouse. Instead, he walked around the market a few times and made sure no one was following him before returning to the warehouse.
The old man, the leader of the barbarians, is called Ahu Feng. Zhao Cheng knows that communicating with him is the most efficient way: "Ahu Feng, cut the grass, cut the grass!"
Zhao Cheng made a motion of mowing grass, prompting them to continue harvesting the valley in the wasteland.
However, what he didn't expect was that the large tanks in Ahufeng's warehouse were all filled.
Zhao Cheng gave a thumbs up. Although these barbarians had trouble communicating, they were really good at work and managed to finish the job without making a sound.
"Let me check!" Without saying a word, Zhao Cheng began to check the Lvgu in the tank. They were indeed real and not mixed with weeds or vines. It was obvious that they were done very carefully.
"Well, good job! Next we have to collect plant ash!" The alkaline water made from plant ash is also a very important process. Zhao Cheng didn't care whether they understood it or not, he led these barbarians to cut the grass and burn it directly in the wasteland. ash, and finally collect the ash into a bag.
In one afternoon, enough plant ash was collected. Everyone carried a large bag back to the warehouse, put it in a large tank, added water and stirred it.
The barbarian Awen was curious about this and gently touched the leader Ahufeng: "This man asked us to stir up so much ashes. It's really strange. I don't know what he is going to do."
Ahu Feng relied on his years of experience to judge: "Maybe it is used to make wine."
As far as he knew, the wine-making process was extremely complex. In addition to the wine-making itself, even the cellar mud used to store the wine had a recipe, and it was never passed on to anyone else.
Some pit mud is made by boiling fruits and smashing them into a puree, adding flour and water, stirring evenly, and then using a certain secret to make pit mud, so that the stored wine will have a strong fruity aroma.
Awen said excitedly: "No wonder he asked us to do these things. It turns out that this person wants to keep it a secret."
Ahhufeng scolded Awen: "Don't say so much. Whatever you say will be rotten in your stomach. Don't say a word, or I will break your legs with the dragon-headed stick!"
Awen looked stern and replied: "Ah Hufeng, don't worry, Awen won't reveal a word!"
A Hufeng sighed slightly. The dozen or so of them came to the Central Plains to search for their clansmen. This was originally something that should not be publicized publicly. Now they had no choice but to work for people to make a living, but they must not delay the search for people because of trivial matters.
"Awen, remember, everyone must remember!" The old man Ahufeng looked around at everyone: "Finding Achi is the most important thing. If someone talks too much and leaks the secret of the master here, he will be imprisoned by the Han people. , it affects the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people named Lan in Shezhai!"
More than a dozen people looked solemn and saluted Ahu Feng.
Zhao Cheng heard clearly from the sidelines and thought to himself that they were really looking for someone. They didn't want to create too many complications before they found someone, and Zhao Cheng happened to need these people to keep his formula secret, so he found the right person.
The next step is to cook the lvgu, which requires constant stirring until all the lvgu becomes a paste.
Fortunately, these barbarians can learn it instantly, so Zhao Cheng doesn't need to put in too much effort. After being busy until the evening, Zhao Cheng dragged his tired body and prepared to return to Phoenix in the old city.
When he got home, Zhou Rushuang had already prepared meals and was waiting for his return.
"Husband, please have a meal."
"Hmm." Zhao Cheng picked up the bowl and took a bite when he found three sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.
"Who else is here?"
Zhou Rushuang lowered his head and whispered, "It's Mr. Dong."
"He...he..." Zhou Rushuang's voice became smaller and smaller, and you couldn't hear it unless you listened carefully.
"What's wrong with him?" Zhao Cheng asked.
At this time, footsteps and a loud voice came from the yard. It was Mr. Dong's distinctive voice.
"Rushuang, hasn't that boy come back yet? I'm almost hungry!"
While talking, the door was pushed open, and Mr. Dong's tall figure appeared at the door. Zhao Cheng and Mr. Dong looked at each other.
