The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 259 Huangsha Collection

   Zhao Changhe thought for a long time and decided to go to Huangshaji.

  If this caravan has just left the target tribe, it is possible to find out the news of the lost team from them, which is more likely than going to the heavily guarded tribe resident to get something.

  According to the comprehensive analysis of the conversations of Cui Yuanyong and these people, Huangshaji should be the concentration of trade of various ethnic groups. If there is a core point in the grassland, this is it. Zhao Changhe also felt that his luck was weird. Since he had veered to the north, it would be better to continue to the north. His intuition would be more beneficial.

  As for these people... Zhao Changhe looked at the tail of their team with cold eyes, secretly thinking that even if he could do nothing else this time, killing these people would be a great achievement. Or collect hard evidence and submit it to Tang Wanzhuang? Don't know what she can do.

  He thought for a while, then smeared some paint on his face to cover up the scars, and turned into a yellow-faced man again.

  Looking down at the horse, I went straight to Yanmen these days and didn’t wash the horse well, the black horse hair is gray, and the horse’s hoof is so gray that I can’t see the white, it’s a natural cover.

  He intentionally waited for a while longer, and waited until he had been away from the caravan for a longer period of time before he rode his horse towards the direction of Huangshaji.

  Alone, with a caravan of thousands of people, it’s better not to try to sneak in, but not everyone will walk with you, if you just want to rob and kill people, you don’t know how to die. It's better to go straight to Huangshaji, Zhao Changhe doesn't believe that there will be no special person from Zhenmeng Division to send information to Huangfu Yongxian.

  ...

The yellow sand is concentrated in the far northwest, and the distance is extremely far away. It took two full days to see it from a distance, riding a horse and galloping alone. Zhao Changhe felt that he might even be ahead of the caravan up.

  These two days have been quite tortured. Except for the caravan that night, I couldn’t even see a dog. There is a long sea of ​​grass everywhere, as if sailing alone in the sea, seeing the vastness for the first time, but being lonely for a long time, the depression makes people go crazy, and they want to shout.

   After walking for a long time, the scenery has changed slightly. It is nothing more than the green grass becoming withered and yellow, the grass is getting less and less, and it is slowly becoming entangled with yellow sand, and then it is even more uncomfortable. It is better to look at the grass. Wu Zai also felt uncomfortable, had nothing to eat, and lost her temper very much.

   It shows that Cui Yuanyong is still very accurate. He, Zhao Changhe, seemed to be a lone traveler, but in fact he was not very used to being alone. This kind of riding a horse alone on the grassland did not even have a single person to communicate with, but Yue Hongling and Han Wubing probably didn't care.

  They belong to the type who can live well by themselves without talking to anyone. But Zhao Changhe couldn't do it. He was so moved that he burst into tears when he saw people smoking from afar.

This is a very strange place. It is clearly in the yellow sand beyond the deep grassland, but there is a clear spring in the sand, which reminds Zhao Changhe of the Crescent Moon Spring in Mingsha Mountain. However, this is not where the Crescent Spring is located. not on. I don't know if there is such a place in this world, or if it is a unique geography in this world.

  In short, although there is a water source, the environment is harsh, and it is not suitable for the breeding and grazing of ethnic groups, but it is quite suitable as a place for temporary camps. Over time, it has evolved into a market where various ethnic groups come here to trade, and Timur sends troops to manage and collect taxes. Quite a few businessmen among them live here, especially those who run inns and restaurants, and it is very lively.

   Naturally, there is no city wall in the market. I don’t know where the army is stationed, but I saw many caravans stationed outside, and some people are moving goods inside.

   As soon as I walked in, I immediately saw a wine flag next to it, and I followed it to see "Youjian Inn" written in multiple languages.

   Zhao Changhe led his horse inside as if seeing home.

What meets the expectations of martial arts is that there is indeed a coquettish and charming lady boss in the inn. The neckline is so open that you can 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 and desert. The men's eyes were dizzy.

  What is it called "Youjian Inn", how good it is called "Dragon Inn"!

  Uh, seems full?

   "Miss Boss, why does your kumiss smell so bad?" a drinker shouted.

  The whole room roared with laughter: "Isn't the wine made by Sanniang smelly? This is the only taste we like. If you don't want to drink it, don't drink it!"

  The drinker laughed and said, "My jar is very flirty."

  The proprietress was not angry either, she smiled and said, "My old lady peed in it while brewing wine, yes, it's just your jar."

  Everyone laughed: "Why reward him? Why didn't we?"

  The proprietress' eyes fluttered: "I want you to wash your feet with water."

  The previous drinker said: "I think this wine is either human urine or horse urine. The proprietress put some of her own water to compensate?"

  The people who were joking were suddenly silent, and looked at the man silently like a miracle.

  Everyone is joking, are you serious?

   Molesting Sanniang in Huangshaji?

  Zhao Changhe looked at the table of drinkers, but there were four big men with cheeks all over their faces, slightly curly beards, high noses and deep eyes, and their Chinese was not very standard, so they should all be visitors from the Western Regions.

   Sanniang's smile didn't change: "Hey, if I don't have water, what will the guests do? No money?"

  The man said: "If the proprietress is willing to give some juice, then there will be money, big ones!"

   "Then I'll give it to you." Sanniang twisted her willow waist and walked over to the big man, raised the wine glass on the table, and pretended to feed him.

  The big man's eyes were bright, and he froze there suddenly.

   "Ding", the wine glass was crushed, and a shard splashed out, piercing his throat, and died on the spot.

  His three companions reacted at this time, and they stood up and drew their knives one after another, but before the knives were drawn out, the fragments of the wine glass scattered out, scratching everyone's throat accurately.

  In just an instant, all the drinkers at a table died.

  The proprietress seemed to have nothing happened, she still smiled and groaned: "Come here, collect their things, and throw the corpse outside to feed the dogs."

   Then a few errands ran over to clean up. The drinkers in the room took a look, and then looked away, as if the **** murder here really killed a few dogs.

  Zhao Changhe recalled what Cui Yuanyong said, "The degree of mixed fish and dragons is far more than that of Jianhu City". Of course, it is far more than that. No matter how you say it, Jianhu City is still under certain civilized regulations, and this place is completely chaotic. Maybe the various internal forces still have some scruples about each other. If an outsider dares to be careless here, he really doesn't know how to die.

These four barbarians are also brainless. A coquettish and charming proprietress dares to show her face in such a place instead of being played into a flannel ball. Either she has excellent strength, or she is backed by an extremely powerful force, and her brain is broken. Dare to really provoke.

  Zhao Changhe feels that this woman is the least powerful on the list, and if she is not on the top list, she will not be able to correspond to the name Sanniang in the Book of Chaos for a while. In addition, I feel that she should be from the Central Plains. Can the Central Plains people also thrive here? At the time of the battle, what did Timur think of it?

   Someone continued to ask as if they were not afraid of death: "Sanniang, you have been entertaining everyone's appetites for many years. It's a pity to see people getting old. When will you be serious?"

   "Waiting for you to go to heaven." Sanniang started laughing again, not caring about the usual teasing.

  Going to heaven, I don’t know if it means going to death, or only people in the heaven list are qualified to covet it. She answered casually, her gaze had already fallen on Zhao Changhe at the door, the yellow-faced man had been standing there with his horse watching a play for a while.

  She twisted her slender waist and smiled coquettishly: "I didn't have any seats at first, so it was inconvenient to entertain guests, and I neglected the guests...Now there is a seat available, how many cups do you want to come in, brother? There is hot kumiss."

  Zhao Changhe also laughed: "But I don't drink showy."

   Sanniang blinked her eyes: "Pure? Jiangnan osmanthus wine, or?"

   "Yes." Zhao Changhe handed the reins to Xiaoer: "Does Sanniang have accommodation here? Or is it only for meals?"

   "Yes, the guest wants to stay?"

   "Of course. I somehow feel that Sanniang is very safe here."

   Sanniang laughed immediately: "Guests have eyesight."

   As he spoke, he looked Zhao Changhe up and down again for a long while, and seemed to be confused why a solo traveler appeared here, and he didn't see anything with him.

Looking at the broadsword on his back, I really can't recognize its name. The more this kind of place, the more people play this kind of knife. The main weapon here is the machete and this kind of heavy single sword. It can be said that it is everywhere yes.

  Seeing that Zhao Changhe was seated, Sanniang served him wine in person, and said with a casual smile, "Not only is there accommodation, but there is also a casino. How many hands do the guests want to play?"

  Zhao Changhe was looking at the menu, and when he heard this, his heart moved, and he asked, "Your casino...won?"

   "That's what I said." Sanniang's expression remained unchanged, and she said with a smile: "Who doesn't go to the casino to win?"

  (end of this chapter)