Although Yangguan has the word "Guan", it is actually a city.
There are no mountains outside the city.
There is no river either.
There are only hundreds of miles of endless Gobi Desert.
The sun sets.
This city is even more lonely.
It's like an abandoned child from heaven and earth, standing miserably in a place where no one cares about it.
In fact, Yangguan is backed by the northern border of Dawei and faces the throat of the thirty-six countries in the Western Region.
Here is the strongest wine, the wildest wind, and the thickest dust.
And the most coquettish boss lady.
Zhao Rang strolled up and down the long street, finally pushed open the half-open door of a wine shop, and walked in with quick strides.
The spacious hall was full of people. Zhao Rang looked around and saw a small empty table next to the counter.
Before I could sit down, I heard a coquettish greeting:
"Oops! Here comes another guest!"
The proprietress twisted her waist and walked out from behind the counter, smiled at Zhao Rang and winked.
There is a small scar at the corner of her eye.
Not only is she not ugly, it actually makes her look prettier!
However, although these eyes are beautiful, they are too transparent.
It seemed that he could see all of Zhao Rang's body through the blouse he was wearing.
"Objective, top job or hotel stay?"
Zhao Rang replied intently:
"Eat something."
The landlady stretched out her face and shrugged her shoulders forward, making the ravine on her chest even more profound.
"Is that a sharp tip?"
"Roasted lamb and chicken from the Western Regions, rolls from the northern part of Dawei, and dried abalone and shark's fins from the southern coast. Our family has everything!"
The landlady's voice was very pleasant, like a cat playing with a wind chime.
Although Zhao Rang didn't eat what she said, he didn't interrupt the landlady, but listened to it from beginning to end with great enjoyment.
It wasn't until the landlady finished speaking that Zhao Rang slowly raised his right hand, stretched out a finger and said:
"A bowl of plain noodles."
The landlady was stunned and asked:
"Sir, what do you want?"
“A bowl of plain noodles!”
Zhao Rang repeated.
The landlady immediately straightened her face, straightened her back, and replied calmly:
"knew."
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the back hall.
"I'm not finished yet!"
Zhao Rang shouted at her back.
The landlady turned her head impatiently:
"what else do you want?"
She didn't think anyone who ordered a bowl of plain noodles would be surprised.
"I also want a pot of 'Western Region Spring'."
Zhao Rang finished his words.
The lively hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes turned to him.
"Sold out!"
The landlady said softly.
The figure flashed into the back hall and muttered again:
"I ordered a bowl of plain noodles and wanted to drink 'Western Region Spring'... I'm so poor that I can't even afford my mother's foot-washing water!"
As the words came out, a deafening burst of laughter erupted in the hall!
"Western Region Spring" is the most famous wine in the Western Regions.
After being transported to the northern border of Dawei via Yangguan, even if it is sold for "one hundred taels of silver for a glass of wine", it is often priceless and the supply exceeds demand. It is a symbol of the privileges and financial resources of dignitaries.
Zhao Rang knew very well what the landlady meant by "sold out". She just felt like the rabble in the hall that she couldn't afford to pay.
In fact, these people's feelings are correct.
Zhao Rang really didn't have the money to buy a whole pot of Xiyu Chun.
Not only that, he didn’t even have the money to buy a bowl of some noodles.
There was only a hole in his pocket.
Fortunately, the landlady didn't come to check whether he could afford some noodles. Maybe someone who couldn't even afford a bowl of some noodles didn't dare to walk through the door, so he sat down generously.
Zhao Rang didn't care about these ridicules, because he knew that he would be able to afford it soon. He simply dusted off the sand on his blouse and concentrated on waiting for Somen.
The plain noodles are placed on the table, and the steam is steaming.
Zhao Rang took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage on the table, inserted them into the bowl, picked up a chopstick surface, blew lightly and put it into his mouth.
One mouthful after another without any pause, it's quite a flow.
The proprietress standing behind the counter, seeing Zhao Rang eating so deliciously, thought to herself that this poor guy is quite magnanimous!
He didn't take other people's ridicule seriously, and he also developed the ability to eat a bowl of plain noodles with abalone wings.
Zhao Rang had just finished half a bowl when the door was suddenly kicked open.
The wind and sand poured in, cutting everyone's face like a knife.
More than a dozen strong men poured in one after another, surrounded by a young man in his twenties, with a dignified appearance and luxurious clothes.
The rich man had a wicked smile on his lips and looked around at the people in the hall.
The person next to him immediately understood and stepped forward, drew out the saber from his waist, flashed it a few times, and said loudly:
"Those in the photoshop should get out of here! Don't disturb Mr. Zheng's good mood!"
There are always a majority of timid people. They glanced at the cold blade of the saber, swallowed the last mouthful of food, and then slipped out quietly against the wall.
This scene made Mr. Zheng very happy, but he said:
"It doesn't have to be like this. Wouldn't it be more lively if everyone sits together?"
But his eyes were fixed on those people in the hall, including Zhao Rang, who remained motionless.
Seeing this, the landlady was about to step forward to dissuade him, but she was choked by the wind and sand that came in and coughed violently, even to the point of coughing out tears.
When she opened her eyes again and raised her head, the air was already filled with thick blood.
None of the stubborn men from before are gone.
On the floor of the hall, there were several arms waving in random directions.
Now only Zhao Rang was left sitting there calmly.
Mr. Zheng glanced sideways and said jokingly:
"Haha, cut off his chopstick-holding arm and add some meaty flavor to the plain noodles!"
The strong man walked towards Zhao Rang with a ferocious smile on his face, stood beside him, and raised the saber in his hand high.
The sword flashed.
The strong man only felt pain and numbness in the tiger's mouth, and there was a hint of fishy sweetness in his mouth.
The Western Region saber that he held tightly was suddenly in Zhao Rang's hand, and the blade had already cut his throat.
Mr. Zheng's eyes narrowed, and he waved, and two more people jumped out from beside him, attacking Zhao Rang from the left and right with knives.
Zhao Rang bent down and picked up the saber that the man had dropped on the ground.
The blade is long and narrow, extremely thin, and its coldness is shocking to people. What a good knife!
Without much emotion, the two men's blades have arrived.
The three figures intertwined together, forming a strong wind and wave!
Zhao Rang slashed out several knives to the left and right, each one faster and each one sharper than the other, forming a dense network of knives on both sides of his body.
In just a split second, the shoulders of the two men were cut off simultaneously, and their arms flew out and landed half a foot away from their bodies.
The two of them rolled to the ground, twisted in pain a few times, and then stopped moving.
"Don't mess up!"
Master Zheng saw the look of fear on the faces of everyone around him and immediately shouted.
"He's only one person!"
Two fists are no match for four hands.
Once these words were spoken, they did have some effect. At least they made the remaining people less afraid.
Zhao Rang didn't hesitate at all.
He squatted down slightly, letting his entire body's center of gravity sink, and a faint light of a knife flashed in front of him.
Immediately, the whole body suddenly rose from the ground, and each beam of sword light landed accurately on everyone's chest.
The screams suddenly started one after another.
Most of the remaining dozen strong men fell down in the blink of an eye.
The rest did not dare to protect each other with all their lives.
Because they have already seen that Zhao Rang's target seems not to be them, but Mr. Zheng!
"Do you still want to kill me?"
Mr. Zheng also noticed that Zhao Rang seemed to be coming towards him, so he couldn't help but threaten him with words.
"I am the direct descendant of the Zheng family in the North..."
The words are not finished yet.
A bloody light shot into the sky.
Accompanied by the last sunset in Sunshine City, it gives people an extremely unreal feeling.
Mr. Zheng's big head fell into the sea bowl on the table nearby.
What a coincidence, it was also a bowl of plain noodles.
Zhao Rang held the saber in the crook of his arm, pulled it out several times, and wiped the blood off the saber with his blouse.
As for the few remaining scoundrels, they were already running away in all directions before Mr. Zheng's head settled down.
The hall suddenly became silent, with only Zhao Rang and the proprietress left.
He picked up the knife and walked towards the counter.
The proprietress cowered behind the counter. Seeing Zhao Rang approaching, the fear in her eyes reached an all-out level.
Zhao Rang knocked on the counter, rolled his eyes at her, but said nothing, choosing to wait patiently.
After a while, the landlady felt that Zhao Rang had no murderous intention towards her, so she slowly calmed down and sobbed tremblingly:
"Do you know who he is? Why do you have to attack my shop if you have any grudges? I am a weak woman... Is it easy to make a living in a place like Yangguan? You can just leave, but what about me? ?I can only wait to die!"
The proprietress became more and more emotional as she spoke, and by the end she was almost screaming.
Zhao Rang listened to the landlady in silence.
Even when she was roaring, her voice was still very nice.
Especially the eyes full of tears, pear blossoms with rain, no matter who looks at her, they want to hold her in their arms and love her.
It wasn't until all the boss lady's emotions were vented, leaving only the faint cry, that Zhao Rang slowly spoke:
"The head in the bowl is enough to buy a bowl of plain noodles and a pot of 'Western Region Spring', right?"
After hearing this, the landlady's sobs became slightly weaker, but she still said nothing, as if she didn't understand.
"I want a pot, and the extra money will be used as an apology for doing something in your shop. How about it, Ye Sanniang!"
As soon as Zhao Rang uttered the last three words, the proprietress fell silent instantly.
Wiping the unshed tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, he unconsciously took two steps back and leaned against the wall behind the counter. He stared at Zhao Rang's face and asked:
"who are you?"
Zhao Rang didn't answer, but just glanced at the cabinet next to her. He thought this should be the place where "Western Region Spring" was stored.
The landlady suddenly burst out laughing and said:
"Brother, you have the ability and courage to travel all over the world without fear of running out of wine!"
Zhao Rang shook his head and said:
"Lately, I always don't have it when I want to drink."
After hearing this, the landlady continued:
"Then I have a way to make you drink whenever you want to drink. Do you want to try it?"
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