Zhao Changhe thought for a long time and decided to go to Huangshaji.
If this caravan has just left the target tribe, then it is possible to find out information about the missing team from them, but the probability of harvesting is greater than going to the heavily guarded tribe station.
Based on a comprehensive analysis of the conversations between Cui Yuanyong and these people, Huangshaji should be the center of trade for all ethnic groups. If there is a core point in this grassland, this is it. Zhao Changhe also felt that his luck was weird. Since he had already deviated to the north, it would be better to continue heading north. His intuition was more beneficial.
As for these people... Zhao Changhe looked at the end of their team with cold eyes, secretly thinking that even if he did nothing else, being able to kill these people would be considered a great achievement. Or collect irrefutable evidence and submit it to Tang Wanzhuang? Don't know what she can do.
He thought for a while, then put some paint on his face to cover up the scars, and turned into a yellow-faced man again.
I lowered my head and looked at the horse again. I have been going straight to Yanmen these days and haven't washed the horse properly. The black horse hair has turned gray, and the horse's hoofs are so gray that the white is no longer visible, which is a natural cover.
He deliberately waited a little longer until he was further away from the caravan, and then he rode towards Huangshaji.
You're alone in a caravan of thousands of people. It's better not to risk your life and try to sneak in. But not everyone will meet you on the road. If you directly start to rob and kill, you don't know how you will die. It would be better to go straight to Huangshaji. Zhao Changhe did not believe that Zhenmo Division would not have a dedicated person there to deliver information to Huangfu Yongxian.
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The Yellow Sands were gathered in the northwest, very far away. He was galloping alone on his horse. It took him two full days to see them from a distance. Zhao Changhe felt that he might even be ahead of the caravan. .
The past two days have been quite torture. Except for the caravan that night, I couldn't even see a dog. There is a vast sea of grass everywhere, as if you are sailing alone in the sea. The vastness at first sight, but the loneliness for a long time, the depression makes people go crazy and want to shout.
After walking for a long time, the scenery changed slightly. It just changed from green grass to withered and yellow. There was less and less grass, and slowly it became intertwined with yellow sand. Then it became more uncomfortable. It was better to look at the grass. Wu Zhui also felt uncomfortable. He had nothing to eat and lost his temper.
It shows that Cui Yuanyong is still very accurate. He, Zhao Changhe, looks like a lone traveler, but in fact he is not very used to being alone. It is extremely uncomfortable to ride a horse alone in the grassland without even communicating with anyone, while Yue Hongling and Han Wubing may be very indifferent.
They are the type who can live well by themselves without anyone talking to them. But Zhao Changhe couldn't. Seeing the sight of people from afar, he was so moved that he burst into tears.
This is a very strange place. It is clear that there is a clear spring in the yellow sand beyond the deep grassland, which reminds Zhao Changhe of Crescent Moon Spring in Mingsha Mountain. However, this is not the location of Crescent Moon Spring. The geographical location is right. Not on. I don’t know if this place exists in this world, or if it is a unique geography of this world.
In short, although there is water, the environment is harsh and not suitable for ethnic groups to breed and herd. However, it is quite suitable as a temporary settlement. Over time, it evolved into a market where various ethnic groups come to trade with each other. Temur sent troops to manage and collect taxes. There are quite a few businessmen who live here, especially those who open inns and restaurants, which is very lively.
Naturally, there are no city walls in the market. I don't know where the army is stationed, but I saw many caravans stationed outside, and some people were moving goods inside.
As soon as I walked in, I saw a wine flag next to me. I looked down and saw "Youjian Inn" written in multiple languages.
Zhao Changhe led his horse inside as if he had just seen home.
What was extremely in line with martial arts expectations was that in the inn there was indeed a charming and charming lady boss. Her neckline was so open that you could see the deep ravine and the two halves of the white ball. She swayed as she walked, as if she had just come out of the grassland desert. The men's eyes were dizzy.
What's the name "Youjian Inn"? It would be better to call it "Longmen Inn"!
Uh, it seems it's full?
"Madam boss, why does your kumiss smell so bad?" a drinker shouted.
The whole hall burst into laughter: "Doesn't the wine made by Sanniang have a filthy taste? This is the stinky taste we have. If it doesn't taste stinky, why don't we drink it!"
The drinker laughed and said, "I'm a very naughty person."
The landlady wasn't angry either, she smiled and said, "I peed in it when I was making wine. Yes, it's just your jar."
Everyone laughed: "Why reward him? Why didn't we?"
The landlady's eyes flashed: "I'll give you water to wash your feet."
The previous drinker said: "I think this wine is not human urine but horse urine. Can the proprietress put some of her own water in to compensate?"
Everyone who was joking suddenly fell silent, looking at the man without speaking as if it was a miracle.
Everyone is joking, are you serious?
Teasing Sanniang in Huangshaji?
Zhao Changhe looked at the table of drinkers, but they were four big men with full cheeks, slightly curly beards, high noses and deep eyes. Their Chinese was not very standard. They should all be visitors from the Western Regions.
Sanniang's smile did not change: "Hey, if I don't have water, what will happen to the guests? No money?"
The man said: "If the boss lady is willing to give you some juice, then you will have money, a lot of money!"
"Then I'll give it to you." Sanniang twisted her waist and walked over, got close to the big man, raised the wine glass on the table, and pretended to feed him.
The big man's eyes were filled with lust, but he suddenly froze there.
"Ding", the wine glass was crushed, and a fragment splashed out, piercing his throat and killing him on the spot.
Only then did his three companions react and stood up to draw their knives. But before they could pull out the knives, the wine glass fragments scattered in all directions, accurately scraping everyone's throat.
In just an instant, all the drinkers on the table died.
The landlady seemed like nothing had happened, still smiling and saying: "Someone, come and collect their things, and throw the bodies outside to feed the dogs."
Then a few waiters ran over to clean up the place. The crowd of drinkers glanced at it and then looked away, as if the bloody murder here was really the killing of a few dogs.
Zhao Changhe remembered what Cui Yuanyong said, "The degree of mixture of fish and dragons is far greater than that of Jianhu City." Of course, it is far more than that. Jianhu City is still under certain civilized regulations anyway, and this place is completely a chaotic place. Maybe the various internal forces are a bit wary of each other. If an outsider dares to act carelessly here, he really doesn't know how to die.
These four hooligans are just crazy. If a coquettish and charming landlady dares to show her face in such a place instead of being treated like a ball of flannel, she either has extraordinary strength or is backed by an extremely powerful force and is out of her mind. Only then do you dare to really mess with it.
Zhao Changhe felt that this woman was the least powerful on the popular list, maybe on the local list, but for a while she would not be able to match the name Sanniang in the book of troubled times. In addition, I feel that she should be from the Central Plains. Can people from the Central Plains also prosper here? At this time of fighting, what did Timur think?
Someone else continued to ask as if they were not afraid of death: "Sanniang, you've been keeping everyone's appetites like this for many years. It's not a pity to see that you are getting older. When are you going to be more serious?"
"Waiting for you to go to heaven." Sanniang started to laugh again, not caring about the ordinary teasing.
God, I don’t know if it means death, or only those on the Heavenly List are qualified to covet it. She answered casually, her eyes already falling on Zhao Changhe at the door. This yellow-faced man had been standing there with his horse watching the show for a while.
She twisted her slender waist and smiled charmingly: "Originally there was no seat, so it was inconvenient to entertain the guests, and I was neglecting the guests... Now there is a seat available, would you like to come in and have a few drinks? There is hot kumiss."
Zhao Changhe also laughed: "But I don't drink coquettishly."
Sanniang blinked her eyes: "Pure? Jiangnan osmanthus wine, or?"
"Yes." Zhao Changhe handed the reins to the waiter: "Does Sanniang have accommodation here? Or does it only have food?"
"Yes, guests want to stay?"
"Of course. Inexplicably, I feel that Sanniang is particularly safe here."
Sanniang immediately smiled: "Guests have discerning eyes."
As he said this, he looked Zhao Changhe up and down again for a while, seemingly confused as to why a lone traveler appeared here, and he didn't see anything he had brought with him.
Looking at the broad knife on his back, I really don’t recognize it. The more places like this, the more people play with this kind of knife. The main weapons here are scimitars and this kind of heavy single sword, which can be said to be everywhere. yes.
Seeing Zhao Changhe take a seat, Sanniang personally served him wine and said with a casual smile: "Not only is there accommodation, but there is also a casino. How many hands do you want to play?"
Zhao Changhe was looking at the menu. Hearing this, his heart moved and he asked: "Is your casino... winning?"
"That's what I said." Sanniang's expression remained unchanged and she said with a smile, "Who goes to the casino not to win?"
(End of chapter)
