Several dilapidated houses, a well, a scattered sun, and a stinging wind and sand.

When Feng Shuzhu and Yi Dingjia walked to the door of a house, the blue cotton cloth curtain with dark and shiny rubbed was lifted from the inside, and then a man with dark skin and wrinkles on his face came out. After being baptized by wind, sand and sun, he could no longer see his age. His eyes turned very quickly, and he could see that he was a flexible-minded person, but he grinned and showed a simple and honest look.

The man did not speak, but leaned against the door frame, and looked up and down with his eyes that seemed to be unable to open, as if he wanted to see where they were from immediately.

Before Feng Shuzhu could speak, Yi Dingjia had already stepped forward quickly, swung the bag behind him, and shouted to the man: "My man, a pot of roasted knives, two kilograms of beef sauce, don't have water."

The man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, bared his teeth, and seemed to be smiling. He glanced at the two of them with his half-open eyes, but without answering, he turned around and walked into the room.

After seeing the man leave, Yi Dingjia turned to Feng Shuzhu and whispered to Feng Shuzhu: "This shop opened at the entrance of the desert is to slaughter people, especially to the original customers in Zhongyuan." As he said that, he looked around and saw that there was no one else, he said again: "From now on, we have to rely on ourselves to drink water. Although we have not entered the desert yet, water has been more expensive than gold and silver from here." Speaking of "more than gold and silver", his body seemed to be stabbed by a needle and suddenly twitched.

Feng Shuzhu suddenly realized when she heard this, nodded, and cast admiration at Yi Dingjia.

When they lifted the blue cotton door curtains, the two of them walked into the store one by one. Feng Shuzhu looked around and found that the light in the store was very dim, and the doors and windows were covered with thick blue cotton curtains. Except for the oil lamp on the counter, there was no light at all. Fortunately, the room was not big, and only three tables were placed, two of which were full of people, leaving only one table on the inside empty.

There were six or seven people sitting on the two tables. They seemed to be merchants who were traveling to and from the desert. They all lowered their heads and ate quietly. When they saw someone entering the house, they just raised their eyes intentionally or unintentionally and looked down, then lowered their heads to continue eating their own food.

The seemingly simple shop on the surface makes everyone who comes in feel a strange feeling, as if there is a lot of vigilance and hostility everywhere, and everyone present is guarding against others around them.

Feng Shuzhu followed Yi Dingjia to the empty table. She pulled out the stool and sat down calmly like an old customer who often came.

In a short while, a man came over, but was a man who was called a friend by Yi Dingjia outside the door. Seeing that he looked unhappy, he walked several feet away from the table, threw the tin pot filled with wine on the table, without saying a word, turned around and walked back.

Yi Dingjia looked at Feng Shuzhu and smiled.

I saw the man coming over again, carrying a large plate of cut beef, and throwing it on the table. I didn't look at it, and I didn't say a word, and turned around and left. I missed him no good feelings for Feng Shuzhu and Yi Dingjia.

Yi Dingjia didn't care, and smiled slightly, picked up the tin pot, filled the two of them with wine, and whispered: "I can't kill silver on us, that's it. Don't care about him. They will have tricks tomorrow night, just follow my arrangements."

Feng Shuzhu smiled and nodded, picked up the shiny tin wine glass that was rubbed, and gently sent it to her mouth. She drank a small sip, twisted her eyebrows and almost vomited it out. She looked up at Yi Dingjia, who was tasting with a calm expression, and showed a surprised look.

Yi Dingjia looked at Feng Shuzhu, smiled and lowered his voice, "How is it? It's so strong. To be honest, Feng Shaoxia, this is a rare treasure. In the desert, when the sun sets, you will know its benefits." After that, he snatched the wine in the glass, picked up the tin pot and poured another glass for himself.

Feng Shuzhu hesitated for a moment, imitating Yi Dingjia's appearance, endured the strong and choking smell of wine, swallowed it, put down the wine glass, and quickly picked up another slice of beef. As soon as he put it in his mouth, he almost vomited it out again. He frowned and looked at the beef on the plate, thinking that this was not beef? Why is it saltier than salt!

Yi Dingjia picked up a piece of beef, deliberately opened his mouth wide, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it slowly, and looked at Feng Shuzhu and smiled: "This beef has been soaked in salt water for five or six days, and then brines it in soy sauce. Before it comes, it has been poured with salt water. The production method can be said to be quite complicated."

Feng Shuzhu put down his chopsticks, frowned slightly, looked at the large plate of dark red beef sauce on the table, and said lightly: "If we eat these two pounds of beef, we will probably have to drink a large jar of water to quench our thirst."

Yi Dingjia did not answer immediately, but picked up a piece of beef, put it in his mouth and ate it with relish, took a sip of wine, and said, "This is what the store owner is thinking. Only after eating such salty beef can he sell more water."

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he turned to look at the other people in the shop. They all seemed to be nothing, eating beef and drinking the strong wine of roasted knives. It looked like he was eating the best delicacies in the world and drinking the best wine.

Yi Dingjia whispered: "Actually, in the depths of the desert, this beef is indeed a rare delicacy. When I was the hungry man, I had eaten lizards, poisonous snakes, and insects!"

When Feng Shuzhu heard this, he was silent for a moment, picked up the wine glass, pecked at the wine, and said, "Then if you can get help from your senior this time, it seems that Feng is really lucky."

When Yi Dingjia heard this, he squinted his eyes and smiled, ate the beef, glanced at the other people on the table, stretched his head forward, and lowered his voice and said, "We agreed to divide it..., Young Master Feng, don't forget."

Feng Shuzhu also learned to make Yi Dingjia. She ate a bite of beef and took another sip of wine. She also lowered her voice and said, "Senior, please rest assured, a gentleman said a word." After that, she picked up the wine glass.

Yi Dingjia immediately understood, picked up the wine glass and touched Feng Shuzhu for a while, and said heavily: "It's better than the Nine Cauldrons!"

The two smiled slightly and drank a glass of wine together.

Afterwards, Yi Dingjia turned around and glanced at a table near him, and said mysteriously: "Young Master Feng was waiting here for a while, and I will come."

Although Feng Shuzhu didn't know where Yi Dingjia was going, she still nodded.

Yi Dingjia stood up, held the wine glass, and walked to a table next to him with a smile. Without obtaining the consent of those people, he pulled the stool and sat down.

Feng Shuzhu only took a look and saw from the appearance characteristics of the deep-eyed eagle nose that those people were Hu people from the Western Regions.

Seeing Yi Dingjia and the Hu people saying a few words of Hu words, then raised his hand to toast.

The Hu people didn't seem to care, so they drank a glass with him very friendly, and invited him to eat a few pieces of beef.

Yi Dingjia put down his chopsticks and communicated with the Hu people for a few more words. The people looked at Feng Shuzhu at the same time and looked up and down.

Feng Shuzhu naturally understood that they were talking about themselves, so they stopped watching, but instead drank and ate meat with a calm expression, but continued to pay attention from the corner of their eyes.

Seeing those people shook their heads, Yi Dingjia looked embarrassed and said "guzzling" for a long time. The people seemed to hesitate for a while, then discussed with each other a few words, turned their eyes to look again and again, and nodded reluctantly.

When they arrived here, Feng Shuzhu had already understood it. They seemed to have reached an agreement, so they continued to observe carefully. They saw the Hu people clean up the bowls and chopsticks on the table and freed up a piece of open space. One of the taller Hu people took out a cloth bag from under the stool and placed it on the table. The cloth bag was very strange and had opened its mouth on both ends.

The Hu man patted the cloth bag, nodded at Yi Dingjia, and then reached into one hand.

Yi Dingjia also imitated the Hu man and reached out from the other end.

The hands of the two seemed to be held together in the cloth bag.

The Hu man did not speak, but shook his head and took his hand out. He didn't even look at Yi Dingjia. He picked up the chopsticks beside him and started eating beef.

Seeing this, Yi Dingjia lowered his head and thought about it again and again, and said a rude word, then put his hand into the cloth bag.

When the Hu man saw this, he hesitated for a moment, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and reached in again.

The two shook hands again. The Hu man thought for a long time, looked at his companion's eyes again, and finally nodded.

Feng Shuzhu naturally understood that this was a way to negotiate prices when doing business in the world. The purpose was to prevent others from peeping at the transaction, so she ignored it and continued to eat meat and drink calmly.

Seeing that the deal was completed, Yi Dingjia smiled on his face, drank another glass of wine with the Hu people, then got up and walked back, sat down again, felt relieved, and whispered: "We are really lucky this time."

Feng Shuzhu pretended to be confused and said, "Oh?"

Yi Dingjia pressed his voice very low and said, "Those Hu merchants have agreed and can bring us a paragraph." After saying that, he exaggeratedly said, "You know, they have camels and sheepskin water bags."

Feng Shuzhu nodded and said calmly: "Those Hu merchants are afraid that they won't be in vain for us."

Yi Dingjia coughed lightly, looked back at the Hu people, and then said, "We two, they want to collect 10,000 taels of gold." As he said, he stood up a finger.

Feng Shuzhu was stunned, looked at Yi Dingjia, and said calmly: "They believe this promise."

Yi Dingjia rolled his eyes and laughed: "I guess it's time to see us have a good face."

Feng Shuzhu did not say anything when he heard this, but glanced at the Hu people, and his eyes fell on the scimitar on their waists. The handle had been polished to black and shiny, and there was a hint of blood red on his hands. He turned his head and looked at Yi Dingjia, who looked like a weak old man last year. He thought about himself, who was powerless and had no power to tie a chicken, and understood everything vaguely, but he still remained silent immediately.

Listening to Yi Dingjia, he said: "They have seven people in their group, including us, and there are nine people in total. Nine is the best number of Yi, and it seems that we are really lucky."
Chapter completed!