"Yes, but you have to do me a favor. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info" the man said.

"Tell me what you want me to do first, and I will help if I can. Morrowind said.

"Of course, I won't open my mouth if you can't do it, and here's the thing, my donkey has been borrowed, but the cheese made by my wife will be fermented tomorrow, and it must be sent to the city, and you have to help me deliver it. The man said as he smacked his pipe.

Not too much to ask. It's also very reasonable, not everyone needs to help others, and this is not a difficult thing for Morrowind, so he directly agreed.

Morrowind descended the wooden steps and came to Ned's side, telling her the outcome of his discussion with the man, that this was the place of chanting, that the language of the Forever Singing Continent was one, and that it was not surprising that the beast spirits were here.

"The house over there is empty, you can live in it and don't damage anything. The man pointed to a slightly smaller room opposite.

"Thank you very much. Morrowind waved his hand and thanked him, which was undoubtedly excellent news for them, because the wounded with them would have a place to stay, and their bodies would recover faster, and they could also take this opportunity to learn something about the situation when they first arrived at the place of chanting.

Squatting down and lifting the stretcher, Morrowind and Ned walked into the house pointed out by the man, this house was made of wooden planks like the man lived, and this house was special for Morrowind and Ned, who were accustomed to seeing felt tents and had only seen felt tents.

Open the door and enter, the cottage is very simplely furnished, there are two halls, each with a large bed, the bed is covered with lattice sheets and quilts, there is a table and a few chairs, and there is a bookshelf by the window, but there are only pictures and no books on it.

There was a kettle and a couple of quilts on the windowsill, which was simple, but neat and clean.

"Morrowind, look at their beds so strange. Ned said.

"yes, the house is special too. "It's the first time I've seen it in my memory.

They put the man rescued by the sea on the bed, pulled the quilt and covered him, and it took less than three days on the road from the time they rescued him to the time they came to this small village, and he would not have been able to stand it if it had not been for the humble care of Morrowind and Ned.

Now it is finally a little better, life fluctuations are stronger, breathing is not as good as it was at the beginning, but after being shipwrecked for too long, there is no food and water.

His body functions have been greatly reduced, many organs and tissues have been greatly damaged, and it is not a matter of a day or two to recover, nor can it be remedied by some dry food and water, he needs more nutrition.

After laying the wounded in place, Morrowind greeted Ned and he was going to visit the owner of the house, even if the other party asked to do something for him before agreeing to let them stay.

But this is also a favor, but this is what it should be, it is only what others should do if they don't help him, and if they help, they have to be grateful, and the courtesy they should have can not be less, and the morning breeze came to the opposite door again.

After knocking on the door, without waiting for the master to open the door, Chenfeng said loudly outside the door: "Uncle, I am the one who disturbed just now." ”

It didn't take long for the wooden door to creak open from the inside, and the yellow-skinned middle-aged man in a plaid dress appeared at the door.

"Hello uncle, my name is Morrowind, Morrowind, Red Dew. Without waiting for the other party to speak, Morrowind introduced himself first, but there was no smile on his face, which made him feel a little cold and looked a little weird.

The other party looked at Morrowind, "Come in first." The middle-aged man said.

Morrowind followed the middle-aged man into the hut and closed the wooden door casually.

"Sit. The middle-aged man sat on a sofa and said to the morning breeze.

Chenfeng walked to the middle-aged man and sat down, the uncle opposite him seemed to be a little untalkative, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

"Uncle, the room in that room is so clean, is it often inhabited?" Although Morrowind doesn't like to talk to strangers, the atmosphere is really uncomfortable at the moment.

"Well, there are a lot of tourists here, as long as you give some blue faces, you can stay here. The middle-aged man was holding a newspaper and didn't lift his head.

"Lan Yanbei, what is that?" Morrowind said suspiciously.

"Huh?" Hearing this, the middle-aged man put down the newspaper in his hand and looked at Chenfeng with interest for the first time, "You don't know Lan Yanbei?"

"I don't know. Morrowind said.

"How dare you not know Lan Yanbei?" the middle-aged man glared.

"I don't know. Morrowind reconfirmed.

"Hahaha...... Madam, hurry up and take a look, there is a kid here who actually said that he doesn't know Lan Yanbei. The middle-aged man shouted to a room with his head tilted sideways.

The sound of the door opening came, and a middle-aged woman with yellow hair coiled behind her head stepped out of the room, "What happened?"

"This kid said he didn't know Lan Yanbei, I think it's interesting, ask you to come out and see. The middle-aged man hooked his chin at the morning breeze.

The middle-aged woman walked up to the man and sat down, she smiled at the morning breeze, "Hello, my name is Simon." ”

"Hello, ma'am, my name is Morrowind. Morrowind responded politely.

Afterwards they talked about their village and their family, and Morrowind gave an idea of how they had come out of the Wind-Pawn tribe to the Land of Chanting and to save a victim by the sea.

The middle-aged man's name is Martin, he has a somewhat eccentric temper, and he values Lan Yanbei very much, Lan Yanbei is the common currency of the Yongsing Continent, but the nobles usually use gold directly as currency.

This is a village not far from the main road to Yongge City, the most prosperous city in the land of chanting, where many passing merchants would settle down, and the houses they settled in for Morrowind were built by them to stay overnight and earn some extra money to live.

In fact, they are not very short of money, but who would have too much money?

Morrowind finally offered to help them with more work, but hoped they could provide some soup for the wounded, who were too weak and needed it.

Martin didn't say anything, but Simon readily agreed, saying that he didn't need Morrowind to help, he just took care of the guests, after all, a few more people's meat didn't put much pressure on them.

However, Morrowind insisted again and again, and she had no choice but to agree, but they didn't show any special performance when Morrowind mentioned the Wind Age Tribe, probably because they were not beast spirits, and it was normal not to know the Wind Age Tribe.

"Boy, remember to deliver the goods to Yongge City at five o'clock tomorrow morning, and if it's too late, you can move out. Morrowind left Martin's house and was about to push the door back, Martin's voice sounded behind him, it didn't sound very friendly, but Morrowind turned around and agreed, and then he heard Simon speak, and Martin responded loudly.