Chapter 259 Yellow Sand Collection

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

If this caravan had just left the target tribe, it would be possible to find out the news of the missing team from them, which would be more likely to be rewarded than going to the heavily guarded tribal garrison.

Based on the comprehensive analysis of Cui Yuanyong and these people's conversations, Huangshaji should be the trade center of various tribes. If there is a core point on the grassland, this is it. Zhao Changhe also felt that his luck was weird. Since he had already deviated to the north, he might as well continue to go north, which was more intuitive.

As for these people... Zhao Changhe looked at the end of their team with cold eyes, thinking that even if he couldn't do anything else this time, it would be a great achievement to kill these people. Or collect hard evidence and submit it to Tang Wanzhuang? I don't know what she can do.

He thought for a while, put some material on his face to cover the scar, and turned into a yellow-faced man again.

He lowered his head and looked at the horse again. He had not washed the horse properly during the recent days of going straight to Yanmen. The black horse hair had turned gray, and the horse hooves were so gray that the white could not be seen. It was a natural disguise.

He deliberately waited for a while, until he had staggered with the caravan for a longer time, and then rode his horse to the direction of Huangshaji.

Alone in a caravan of thousands of people, it is better not to try to get in. Not everyone will go with you. If you directly intend to rob and kill, you will die without knowing how. It is better to go straight to Huangshaji. Zhao Changhe does not believe that there will be no one in the Demon Suppression Division responsible for delivering intelligence to Huangfu Yongxian.

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Huangshaji is in the northwest, and it is very far away. It took two days for Zhao Changhe to see it from afar after riding alone. He felt that he might even have surpassed the caravan.

These two days were quite torturous. Except for the caravan that night, I didn't even see a dog. There are endless seas of grass everywhere, as if sailing alone in the sea. At first, it is vast, but after a long time, it is lonely and depressing. People are going crazy and want to shout.

After walking for a long time, the scenery has changed a little. It is nothing more than the green grass turning yellow, the grass is getting less and less, and slowly it is entangled with yellow sand, and then it is even more uncomfortable. It is better to look at the grass. Wuzhui is also uncomfortable. There is nothing to eat, and he is very angry.

It shows that Cui Yuanyong is still very accurate. Zhao Changhe seems to be a lone traveler, but he is not used to loneliness. This kind of riding alone on the grassland without anyone to communicate is extremely uncomfortable, while Yue Hongling and Han Wubing may not care.

They are the type who can live well without anyone to talk to. But Zhao Changhe is not like that. He was moved to tears when he saw people from a distance.

This is a very strange place. It is obviously deep outside the grassland and there is yellow sand, 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 the location of the Crescent Moon Spring. The geographical location does not match. I don't know if this place exists in the present world, or if it is a unique geography in this world.

In short, although there is water, the environment is bad, and it is not very suitable for ethnic groups to reproduce and graze, but it is quite suitable as a temporary stationing place. 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. Among them, there are quite a few merchants who live here, especially those who run inns and restaurants, which are very lively.

The market naturally has no city walls or the like. 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 entered the dusty place, I immediately saw a wine flag next to it. Looking down, there was a "Youjian Inn" written in multiple languages.

Zhao Changhe was like seeing home, leading the horse inside.

What is very in line with the expectations of martial arts is that there is indeed a coquettish and charming royal sister proprietress in the inn. The collar is open so that you can see the deep ravines and two halves of the white balls. She sways when she walks, making the men who just came out of the grassland and desert dizzy.

Why call it "Youjian Inn"? It would be better to call it "Longmen Inn"!

Uh, it seems to be full?

"Boss lady, why does your mare's milk wine smell fishy?" A drinker shouted.

The whole room laughed: "Doesn't the wine brewed by Sanniang smell fishy? We like this smell, if it's not fishy, ​​we won't drink it!"

The drinker laughed and said: "My jar is particularly fishy."

The boss lady was not angry, and smiled: "I peed in it when I brewed wine, yes, your jar."

Everyone laughed: "Why reward him? Why don't we have it?"

The boss lady's eyes moved: "Reward you with foot washing water."

The previous drinker said: "I think this wine is not human urine but horse urine, boss lady, put some of your own water to compensate?"

The people who were originally teasing suddenly fell silent, watching the man as if they were watching a miracle and not speaking.

Everyone is joking, are you serious?

Flirting with Sanniang in Huangshaji?

Zhao Changhe looked at the table of guests, who were four big men with full beards, curly beards, high noses and deep eyes. They spoke Chinese not very standardly, and they should all be guests from the Western Regions.

Sanniang smiled and said, "Hey, if I don't have any water, what will the guests do? Don't pay?"

The man said, "If the boss lady is willing to give some juice, then there will be money, a lot of money!"

"Then 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 was looking very pleased, but suddenly he froze there.

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

His three companions reacted and stood up to draw their swords, but before they could draw their swords, the wine glass fragments scattered and accurately scraped 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 still a little 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 velvet ball, 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 among the people, maybe she was on the earthly 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 people grow old. 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: "There were no seats originally. It was inconvenient to entertain the guests and I was neglecting the guests... Now there is a seat available. How many drinks do you want 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 machetes and this kind of heavy single sword, which can be said to be everywhere. yes.

Seeing Zhao Changhe sit down, 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?"