Chief don't slap in the face

It's just that Friday is a bit worthless, after all, savages can't be used as Kunlun slaves.

Xia Ye's destination is Dongcheng District of Zhao State, where there is the largest trading market in the north, and the goods of various tribes can basically be found here.

"The eyes of the master, whether you can pick up the leaks and make a fortune is up to you today!"

Xia Ye rubbed his left eye, if only he could find the tortoise shell that recorded the lower part of the Yulongguizi Jue, that would be great.

"My lord, do you want to take a carriage?"

Seeing Xia Ye and his party walk out of the hall, the groom who was waiting on the side of the road immediately trotted over.

"Go! Go! Go!"

The deputy steward waved his hand to tell the groom to go away, and smiled apologetically, "Wait a minute, the carriage will be here soon!"

Hearing this, the carriage quickly shrank its neck and left. This kind of nobleman cannot be received by a lowly person like him.

"There are also rental carriages? Interesting!"

Xia Ye sighed, as expected of Zhao Guo, the service industry is also very developed.

After arriving in Dongcheng District, looking at the long street full of traffic and tourists, Xia Ye finally found a little bit of the feeling of shopping in the past, but unfortunately, there are no mobile phone film stickers, and there are no hair salons. The customer also got a set of bearskin clothes for the clerk to wear.

"Not as good as mine!"

Song Guo tightened her bear skin.

"Saber parade, so cool!"

Xia Ye blew a whistle. Most of the passers-by carried swords, even girls, with a dagger pinned to their waists. If it had been in the past, they would have been called to the police and taken to the police station as soon as they left the house.

"There's a duel over there!"

I don't know who yelled, and the pedestrians rushed over like a group of fish being fed.

"where?"

Before Song Guo squeezed into the crowd, they dispersed, leaving only a corpse with a severed head, and a warrior, after casually throwing out a few knives and coins, they flaunted their way away.

Several men who had been waiting by the side came immediately, dragged away the corpse, buried the blood stains with lime, and cleaned the ground.

These men were wearing uniforms with a big word 'An' on their chests and backs. They were obviously members of Zhao's government, but they didn't know whether they were cleaners or security guards.

"It's so chic and happy!"

Friday is envious of this kind of life, and also wants to kill one person in ten steps, and never stay behind.

"..."

Xia Ye is speechless, even the most prosperous Zhao country can't change its barbarism and blood, showing the side of the jungle to the fullest.

"This feather is not bad, how much is it?"

On Friday, I stood in front of a stall selling jewelry.

"Ten knife coins!"

The boss glanced at Friday, then at Xia Ye, these people were obviously together.

"My ancestors, is a broken feather so expensive? At most one knife coin!"

Surprised on Friday.

"You can see clearly, this is the feather of a young phoenix in the wasteland, very rare!"

The boss put on an expression that I was already at a disadvantage, but it was a pity that Friday was unmoved.

"Stop talking, I'm from the wasteland!"

Friday interrupted the boss: "Two knives, can you sell it?"

The boss was about to raise the price a bit more, but when he saw Friday turn around and leave, he became anxious: "Okay, okay, just two knives!"

"That's right!"

Friday took out a purse and grabbed two knives and gave it to the boss.

"It's not like I said, you didn't spend your money to buy accessories for your little master, why are you so fussy?"

The boss looked at Friday curiously. The savage's tribal language was really smooth.

"Hey, how about I buy it for myself? How can our little master like this kind of thing!"

Friday touched the feather, then stuck it in the head.

"What?"

Watching Friday leave, the boss' eyes fell on the bag tied around his waist. I dare say this is your private money, and it's bulging, at least a hundred dollars.

"Wait, I'm poorer than a savage?"

The boss was about to cry, but what surprised him even more was still to come.

"What kind of aesthetics do you have?"

Seeing Friday put bird feathers on his head, making Xia Ye not only frown: "Are you a bitch?"

"Uh, I hate feathers the most!"

Seeing Xia Ye's anger, Friday lowered his head, pulled two handfuls of feathers vigorously, and threw them away.

"Pay attention to quality!"

Xia Ye scolded.

"Oh!"

On Friday, he picked up the feathers again and threw them into the rubbish barrels on the side of the road: "Speaking of which, Zhao's environmental protection is pretty good, and there are trash cans, but it's not as good as our Chaoge."

In Chaoge, there are trash cans everywhere. If someone litters, they will be beaten with ten army sticks if they are caught.

"Nima!"

The stall owner was startled, he looked down on the two knives, he just threw away the things he just bought?And where is Chaoge?Are all the savages there so rich?

It's noon, and the wombat fruit wants to eat local specialties, so we found the largest and most popular restaurant.

"Second floor, please!"