Whatever, anyway, he can't run out of Duanguo, at most he is a fish from Shenzhou who has slipped through the net, what kind of storm can he set off.

Wu Ma secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't expect it to be so simple, it seems that Chixian Shenzhou is nothing more than that.

The market here is not significantly different from Duanguo, except that there are more shops and more variety. Wu Ma Xin was walking on the street, when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder, and a shrill voice came into his ears: "Third brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, let's go to the side to talk." ”

Third brother: What's the situation?

The man behind him couldn't help but speak, put his arm around his shoulders, and dragged him into the alley next to him. Only then did Wu Ma Xin see that it was a white and chubby young man, and he didn't know him. Of course, it is impossible to know, in the entire Shenzhou, he only knows Zi Song Lu alone.

Wu Ma Xin asked, "Are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, but I have good things. The man mysteriously took out a bag of white powder, and said with a smile on his face, "This is a good product, you can't miss it when you pass by, eat a bite to ensure that you want to die, even the coarse tea and light rice are extremely sweet, and the weeds and wild vegetables can also eat the delicious taste of the mountains and seas...... Two by two a bag, why don't you have some?"

Wu Ma Xin made him dizzy, what kind of mess is this, I thought it was a robbery!

"You're a foreigner?" the man was equally surprised when he saw Wu Ma's reaction.

"Your name is Zhao Xinyu?" Wu Ma asked without answering.

"Shhh...... How do you know?" Zhao Xinyu was startled, and hurriedly looked around, but fortunately, there was no one.

Wu Ma Xin pointed to the money bag exposed at the corner of his clothes, with his name embroidered on it, which showed that his business was good, and the silver would naturally fall if it was loaded.

Zhao Xinyu hurriedly tucked the money bag back, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you for your good eyes, otherwise I will be planted, brother." Yes, this bag of treasures is for you, and we will come to a long time. With that, Zhao Xinyu stuffed the bag into Wu Ma Xin's hand, turned around and tore off a layer of skin from his face, and disappeared after a few dodges.

"Hey......" Wu Ma was empty in front of him before he could say anything, he bent down and picked up the dough on the ground, light as paper, soft as water, and sure enough, it was a unique skill. Uncle Gong Breaker once said that Chixian Shenzhou is full of people and is beyond the reach of the dust. The mask can be extremely thin, and it can even cover dozens of layers on the face, and it can be changed as you like, which is not at all as stupid as he did.

People with such means are selling goods on the street, which shows that there are really many capable people. What's this packet of powder? Forget it, let's keep it first.

Back in the market, a burst of aroma came to his nose, stopped Wu Maxin's footsteps, and looked up at the signboard, which should be the words "beef noodles". After all, Duanguo has no books to read, and it is not easy to recognize a few words.

The window of the noodle shop is transparent, and you can clearly see a young man with a big waist grabbing a handful of ashes and stuffing it into the dough. This ash is an alkaline substance made from the fluffy grass produced in the Gobi Desert, commonly known as fluffy ash, which has a special fragrance. He picked up a large ball of soft noodles and pounded it repeatedly, slammed it on the panel, and then grabbed the ends of the noodles and kept beating them hard. This momentum is not like making noodles at all, but more like stabbing one's own enemy.

In China, beef noodles are a common noodle dish with the characteristics of "one clear, two white, three green, four red, and five yellow", that is, the beef soup is clear and fragrant, the radish slices are white and pure, the chili oil is bright red and floating, the coriander and garlic sprouts are fresh and green, and the noodles are smooth and yellow. Wu Maxin's ghostly eyes glanced around through the window, and he drooled greedily, he didn't know how to get in, but he was already sitting at the table facing the street at the moment.

"You're here. Xiao Er took off the white handkerchief from his shoulder, wiped it around the tabletop, and asked respectfully, "What does the guest officer want to use?"

Wu Ma Xin said, "Let's have a big bowl of beef noodles." ”

Xiao Er asked with a smile on his face: "What kind of noodles do you want?" big wide, two wide, two thin, three thin, capillary, leek, a nest of silk, buckwheat ridges?"

"Two-wide. Wu Ma Xin didn't know the difference between them at all, so he casually ordered one. Don't be slender, don't be strong, the second is very good.

"Would you like some food and drink?"

"Okay, let's have some. ”

"Okay, you. Xiao Er answered. It didn't take long for him to come back with a large square plate with one hand, and put noodles and wine and food on the table.

Wu Ma was about to move his chopsticks, and suddenly remembered that today was the fifth day of October, Fuquan Day. He rested his right hand on his left shoulder, lowered his head slightly, and muttered words in his mouth. He knew that there was no such thing as Fuquan here, and he wasn't very pious in his heart, but at this moment, he could feel that Long Yiyi was beside him.

Near the table in the corner, a woman couldn't help but frown. She didn't say anything, her eyes nailed to Wu Ma's heart like a steel nail.

Wu Ma Xin didn't notice it, sniffed the aroma from the noodle bowl, and picked up a big mouthful and stuffed it into his mouth. The noodles are really smooth, but the broth is bland and tasteless, as if there is no salt in it.

"Little two. Wu Ma Xin shouted.

"Hey. Xiao Er agreed, and quickly ran to the front.

"Isn't there salt in this noodle soup?"

"Guest officer, you're not a local, are you?" this time it was Xiao Er's turn to be surprised, "Naturally, there is no salt." Look. ”

Wu Ma Xin followed his fingers, and a wooden sign was clearly written in large letters: beef noodles, three yuan for a large bowl, two yuan for a small bowl, five yuan for a piece of meat, and three taels for a spoonful of salt.

Wow, salt is more expensive than meat!

Duanguo only has gold and silver nuggets cut into the same size, and he doesn't know what the concept of "money" and "two" of silver is.

"Not only are you not like a local, you don't seem to be a native. Xiao Er squinted his eyes and explained, "Look, this is silver, this small point is called one penny, and this small piece is called one tael." ”

"Oh. Wu Ma Xin seemed to understand a little, and said, "Okay, add salt." ”

"A spoonful?"

"I'm heavy, let's take those three spoonfuls first. ”

"Gotcha. Xiao Er pulled out a small gong from behind him, struck it violently, and shouted excitedly, "Three tables of guests add three spoonfuls of salt!" The guests in the room all looked over, their eyes full of envy.

Wu Ma was startled, and couldn't help but wonder a little, why don't you just add salt, it will make it look like marrying a daughter-in-law. In Duanguo, there are salt boxes on every table, if you are not afraid of death, no one will care if you eat them all.

What's more, today is Fuquan Day, okay!

A big man in brocade clothes at the table came over with a wine bowl, hugged his fist to Wu Ma and said: "Brother Tai is really a bold person, in Xia Cui Xiaoyin, if you don't give up, I am willing to make friends with Brother Tai." ”

Wu Ma was a little flattered, and hurriedly got up and said, "Brother Cui is serious, this is an honor for you." ”

"Dare to ask Brother Tai's name?"

"In the heart of the lower witch horse, I first arrived here. ”

"Fortunately, fortunately. Cui Xiaoyin picked up the wine bowl, "I'll do it first as respect." ”

The two bowls collided with each other, and the restaurant burst into cheers.

"In the next pillars, I respect Brother Wu Ma. ”

"Under Xie Ze, may Brother Wu Ma appreciate his face. ”

"Under Jiang Mingzhi......"

"In the ...... of Yang Boxiang"

Wu Ma Xin drank the wine with a confused face, he just added a few spoonfuls of salt, as for such an exaggeration.

After three rounds of drinking, Cui Xiaoyin asked, "I wonder where Brother Wu Ma is going?"

Wu Ma said calmly: "I'm here to find a person named Zi Song Lu. ”

"Hiss......" Everyone gasped, and the person who could call Zi Song Gongzi's full name was either a close friend or his sworn enemy.

This must not be done without caution.

It seems that they all know Zi Song Lu, so it's easy to do. Wu Ma asked calmly, "Does Brother Cui know where he is now?"

"This ......" Cui Xiaoyin was a little embarrassed, raised his eyes to look at the others, and saw that everyone was also silent.

"I really don't know about that. Cui Xiaoyin rolled his eyes and said, "The Fan Mansion not far from here is holding a banquet, and Master Fan has great powers, maybe he can know." ”

"That's very good, then I'll go to Fan's Mansion to inquire. Wu Ma Xin patted a few silver nuggets on the table and said, "Little Er, settle the bill." These brothers are also married. ”

"Thank you, officer. Xiao Er couldn't help but secretly rejoice when he received the silver nugget, such a big pile, dozens of taels, this person is too generous. It can't be fake, right? Xiao Er took advantage of Wu Ma's inattention to get up and bit it with his teeth, tears welled up in his eyes, it was too real, it really couldn't be more real.

Everyone in the restaurant thanked them one after another, and walked out with Wu Ma Xin in their arms. They are all local squires who are ready to go to the banquet, if Wu Ma Xin really knows Zi Song Gongzi, it will be auspicious for them. If he came to assassinate Zi Song Gongzi, it would be difficult to guarantee that he would be implicated, not to mention his life, it would be a great luck to be able to save the nine clans. They didn't want to pass up the opportunity, but they had to be cautious.

This problem might as well be left to Master Fan, they wait and see what happens, and the gamble of using other people's lives as bargaining chips is the most cost-effective.

Fan's Mansion is the most magnificent mansion on this street, and the owner of the mansion, Fan Zhenming, is also the most beautiful old man on this street. Today is his 60th birthday, so the purpose of the feast in the house is to increase contact with new friends and old friends, and firmly control the hottest business on the street - salt.

Since Zi Song Zhi began to purify the human race, and most of the Runxia people were exiled to Duanguo, salt has become a rare thing. Ordinary people have no salt to eat, so they have to dig a kind of salty stone in the mountain, lick the rice, and some people put the rice water into the jar to ferment and turn sour to offset the blandness in the vegetable meat, which is the popularity of the private salt market. There are probably two ways to source this salt, one is brought back by the envoys who go to Duanguo every month to send prisoners, and the other is secretly made by the Runxia people who have not yet been discovered and arrested.

In Shenzhou, smuggling salt is a serious crime, and if it is found that it was committed by the Runxia people, they will be arrested and sent to Duanguo, and if it is found that it is committed by the Jiasui people, they will be immediately beheaded for public display. But if you have the approval of the Song family, then it will be different, you are not a smuggler but a regular salt merchant.