If Gongliang added the word "ancestral land" in front of Yanbu, maybe people would be moved. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Some of them may also warmly invite him to come home as a guest, and they will also send some things as supplies for walking on the road because he is from the ancestral land.

But he didn't say it.

The old man was not a tribal witch or leader, and knew something more ancient.

After all, after the Yanbu people who came out of the ancestral land arrived in the Great Wilderness, they soon changed the name of the tribe to Dayan, and some of the past events were buried in the pile of old papers with the wind.

Perhaps, occasionally when someone talks about the past and the present, in order to show their experience, they will take it out and show it. But when it's okay, it's more that it won't be mentioned, so of course the old man has no way of knowing.

Gongliang didn't say anything to the old man's words, just smiled, gave another Tianxiang fruit, and said, "Old man, aren't you here the Ghost Fang Division? ”

"Little one, you should be from a remote tribe, right! You don't even know about this?"

The old man said while biting the Tianxiang fruit: "Our ghost country lord is a gifted person, he used to go to the Dongtu people to study, and he also married a little lady from the Dayu country over there. ”

Speaking of this, the old man said in a low voice: "You don't know, the little lady of the Dayu Kingdom has fine skin and tender meat, and it is not the same as the girl of the Qingsang Department." ”

After the old man finished speaking, he seemed to feel that it was a bit disrespectful to say such things to the little guy Gongliang, so he quickly changed the topic and said: "Our lord not only married the little lady of Dongtu, but also brought back a lot of things from Dongtu. Look at the field in front of you, it is full of rice seeds that the lord brought back from the eastern soil. When the rice is ripe, the skin is peeled, and the contents are called rice, and the taste is sweet and delicious, and it is much better than animal meat, but it is useless; there is also a kind of wheat, which is ground into flour and made into noodles, which tastes smooth and delicious, and is very delicious, but unfortunately it is a little not hungry. ”

"Little one, when you enter the city, you can go to the inn on the left and taste the noodles, which are guaranteed to be delicious that you little tribes in the middle of nowhere have not tasted. If you like it, you can buy some and cook it yourself. At night, you can also stay in the inn, just say that I introduced you, and the innkeeper will give me face and let you eat and stay for free for a day. But the next day you have to pay, whether it's your tribe's specialty or whatever, the inn collects it. ”

After coming to the Great Wilderness for so long, he suddenly heard noodles, wheat, rice, inns, these familiar terms in his previous life, Gongliang couldn't wait to see what the city was like immediately.

He hurriedly said goodbye to the old man, and asked politely, "I don't know what your old man is called." ”

Didn't the old man say that the inn would give him face to eat and live for a day?

Huairen seemed to know his thoughts, and he didn't break it, and said: "Our lord said, my ghost country takes Shenhuai as the ancestral god, and naturally takes Huai as the surname, and the old man is called Huairen, remember to report my name when you go to the inn." ”

Looking at the sky, it was not early, Gongliang said goodbye to the old man, and saw that Huairen was staying here, still not leaving, and couldn't help but be curious: "Old man, aren't you going back?"

"When I come back later, I haven't been in the sun for a while, and I'm covered with a bunch of bedbugs, and I have to get these guys out or I'll be jumping around all day. I'm old and a little unbearable. ”

Gongliang looked terrified when he heard what the old man said. At this time, he saw that there were some small fleas dancing on the stone where the old man was sitting, and he hurriedly took a few steps back with the round ball and the chicken, so as not to be jumped on by the fleas.

Huairen saw his behavior, and shouted angrily: "What's there to be afraid of, it's just some bugs, who doesn't have a few bugs on them?"

Who doesn't have a few bugs on them?

Gongliang felt that his whole body was not good, and he didn't dare to distinguish it, so he hurriedly said goodbye, turned around and ran away, for fear that those fleas would jump on them.

Huairen looked at his back as he left quickly, and scolded angrily: "This little rabbit cub." ”

Gongliang ran out for a while before stopping. This old man is so terrifying, he is covered in fleas. In fact, he himself is not very afraid, he is most afraid of those fleas jumping on the round body, it is covered with hair, and the fleas like to nest on its hairy animal.

At that time, if the fleas are allowed to develop, it will be a big problem.

Baba, there are a lot of insects on that person. Miya flapped his wings and said beside Gongliang.

"You have to remember, in the future, when you see this kind of person with a lot of bugs on his body, remember to run away, you know?" Gongliang said.

Mmmm, Mi Gu nodded obediently, but she wasn't afraid of those insects!

Walking into the city gate, in order to prevent the rice grain from flying around, Gongliang let her ride on his neck. The little guy was riding on it for the first time, twisting his ass excitedly and wagging his tail around incessantly. Gongliang felt that the wind was fanning her ears from time to time, and hurriedly said, "Migu, don't let your tail move around." ”

Mi Gu looked at his tail, and said innocently with a small face, Baba, it wants to move by itself, and it can't even control it.

Gongliang said viciously: "Since you are disobedient, then cut off your tail." ”

When Mi Gu heard this, he quickly put his tail away and didn't dare to wag it again.

Just a moment, she relapsed into her old ways.

This time he didn't fan the wind in his ears, but swayed on his back, and a cool breeze swept around his back, nothing for a while, but after a long time, it made people feel cold. Gongliang glanced at Mi Gu, and saw that the little guy was looking around happily, and he didn't want to spoil her interest, so he had to give up.

It's helpless, sometimes, he can't do anything about this little guy at all.

Walking through the city gate, a boulder-paved avenue appeared in front of you.

On both sides of the road, stone-built houses stand neatly there.

In front of each room is planted a sacred locust that the people of the Onifang tribe say.

The locust tree is tall and has dense foliage, which covers the road tightly, and there is no sunlight at all. Walking over, a cool air came to the face, making people feel gloomy. However, the largest locust in the city is the one in the distance. The acacia canopy is heavy, the height of the tree is not calculated, the body of the tree is huge and cannot be counted, and I don't know how long it has grown, but it can grow like this.

On the left side of the city gate, there is a tall house with the word inn written on it, which should be the inn that Huairen said.

The inn has a large space, and several people sit on tables and chairs to eat.

It's just that the service is very poor, and no one comes forward to greet you when you enter the door.

Gongliang found a table and sat down, and only then did a big man slowly come over and ask, "Little guy, what do you want to eat?"

Gongliang didn't know whether what Huairen said was true or false, so he tried to say to Dahan: "Hello, I was introduced by the old man Huairen. ”

When Dahan heard this, he didn't ask again, and said, "Then I'll go and order you a bowl of noodles." ”

"I'm sorry, I want four bowls. Gongliang compared four fingers.

"Hmm. ”

At this time, a person in the store who had finished eating got up and didn't speak, just throwing a few things on the counter. Gongliang's eyes suddenly widened, and it was clearly a few pieces of thumb-thick gold. Seeing his expression, Dahan smiled, walked over to pick up the gold, and threw a piece to him, "I'll give you one." ”

Gongliang looked at it carefully, and bit it again, it was a little soft, and it felt like gold, but he wasn't sure about it, so he asked, "Is this gold?"

"Gold, of course. ”

"Then how does he pay the bill with gold?" said Gongliang, puzzled.

"What's the use of this gold, next to our Ghost Fang Country is the gold mountain, just dig it. If it weren't for the lord of the kingdom telling his people that gold must be used for buying and selling, I wouldn't want it, so it would be better to have a few catties of animal meat. Dahan said dissatisfiedly

Gongliang thought about it, and this was indeed the case.

The Great Wilderness is still in a very primitive social state, mainly bartering. Gold may be useful in a place where coins are the main thing, but in a place as reckless as the Great Wilderness, it is really not as real as the meat of wild beasts.

Gongliang touched his chin, feeling that there seemed to be some articles that could be done.

Thinking of what Dahan said, there was a mountain of gold next to their tribe, and he suddenly asked a little excitedly: "Then can I go to dig for gold?"

Dahan shook his head, "No, the lord of the country said that except for us from the Ghost Fang country, no one from other tribes can dig for gold." ”

After speaking, he whispered again: "However, if you want to dig, there is no way." ”

Gongliang looked at his expression and said in his heart: This guy can't be the son of the old man just now! )