Today's first update arrives ~

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After drinking a pot of hot tea to the point of half-loss, the guys at the Dengfeng Inn had already warmed up the food brought by Gao Qian and brought it out respectfully.

Some travelers are limited, so they will bring their own dry food; Some outsiders have their own local customs and are not accustomed to eating food cooked by others; There is another type of person, similar to Gao Qian, although they don't care about a certain amount of expenses, but their vigilance is shaped into a style of distinguishing behavior, which is particularly obvious.

Opening an inn is mainly a business of serving people. This kind of business needs to be bigger, in addition to the hired guys who can look at people's faces, and the store itself has strong strength, as a sales executive, the innkeeper must also have a long-term vision and make some contingency plans.

Restaurants such as the Noborough Inn, which are located in the suburbs, welcome more customers every day than in the inner city of Kyoto, and the business model is gradually changing due to the characteristics of the customers who patronize it. In addition to the large horse-drawn carriage rental supply at the back of the store, and the wide and cheerful tiled shed in front of the store, the large kitchen of the inn also has a special service of warm and hot meals.

In short, Dengfeng Inn will not force customers to buy food in the store, and there are some other special cases in the design of the room, so as not to interfere, but also to take care of people who have unique needs in terms of food, and use wisdom to spread the business both broad and meticulous, just to achieve the ultimate goal of making a lot of money.

After paying, Gao Qian went back to the carriage with his fellow coachman. He originally asked the coachman to buy food, but he thought that he might have to wait for a long time, but he didn't expect that the change in hindsight would make the matter of having lunch so tossing and turning.

Getting into the carriage where Cen Chi was, Gao Qian saw Cen Chi leaning against the window, looking a little stagnant to the north.

Within five miles of the outer part of the city, there will be no dense weaving of woods, as far as the eye can see. I saw different kinds of trees just standing in the wilderness. However, these trees are only dotted, and the protagonists of the landscape in the wilderness are several villages embedded in the paddy fields.

Life in the village is plain and regular, this time is long past the time for lunch in the village, the smoke in the village has faded, and in the fields around the village, there are many farmers who continue to work after lunch.

"Sir, it's time for lunch."

Gao Qian rested the tray on the wooden table in the car, and then pulled out three silver needles from a cloth bag hanging from his waist. He stabbed a few times in a bowl of porridge and two servings of green vegetables, looked at the color of the silver needle, and then softly reminded Cen Chi to eat.

Cen Chi heard the call. When I turned around, I happened to see the high-potential needle. His eyes, which had been a little sluggish, moved, but he didn't speak, just slowly picked up the bowl.

In fact, he is saying the words "no appetite".

It's not that he's picky and doesn't serve well. But after he was poisoned, his physical condition was like this, and it seemed that his behavior and feelings had become sluggish.

After receiving the needle, Gao Qian looked at Cen's slow movements, and suddenly asked, "What was Mr. looking at just now?" ”

He thought that Cen Chi had discovered something of interest when he was looking at those villages and fields from afar. I haven't come back to my senses yet.

Cen Chi did think of a picture just now because of the scenery outside the window, and his spirit was a little drowning in it.

However, it was a very tragic scene.

Maybe it's the erosion of the chronic poison. While his physical condition is weakening day by day, the toxicity also destroys the spiritual world, making people easy to think of negative things.

When he saw those villages and felt the mildness and peace of rural life, his mind suddenly turned. Imagine those years, when the flames of war reached Kyoto. Will the villages around the city still be spared? At that time, the houses were burned, the fields were barren, and the nomads were everywhere......

But about this qiē, Cen Chi was all just stuffy in his heart. After hearing Gao Qian's call, he finally regained his thoughts, and without hesitation, he swallowed the painting he had imagined and the tasteless white porridge in the bowl.

Taking a sip of porridge, Cen Chi put down the bowl, his eyes were full of fatigue, and he softly replied to Gao Qian's inquiry: "I have been to that village." The people in the village were hospitable, and they left me for a home-cooked meal, but I didn't know that the dishes on the table had only been served on a plate, and I was already full. ”

Gao Qian said with a smile: "Countrymen are like this, and they are really kind. ”

After saying this, Gao Qian suddenly changed his words and asked, "Has Mr. been to the north before?" ”

If you have been to the north, you will return from the north, which is why the high diver asks this.

"It's just that Kyoto is peaceful now, and it's still extremely dangerous to go to the north without any effort." Cen Chi sighed when he said this, and continued: "I heard that the strength of the Northern ** is that it has inherited the true essence of the Great Cause Empire, and now it has developed to the point that even Nanzhao does not dare to despise Cheng Dù, I don't know if I will have the opportunity to see it in this life...... I'm afraid the chances are slim. ”

Although Cen Chi did not directly answer Gao Qian's question, his words went around in a circle, but Gao Qian couldn't help but be moved when he heard it.

"I'm sure I'll be able to find you a good doctor in the future." Gao Qian said seriously. This was the second time he had said the same thing to Cen Chi after leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"Thank you." Cen Chi smiled faintly.

"Sir, eat quickly." Gao Qian's eyes pointed to the porridge bowl that Cen Chi put down, "It's already been heated once, and if it's heated again, it can't be called porridge." ”

"Okay."

Cen Chi picked up the bowl and suddenly heard Gao Qian say again: "Maybe when we come back, it will be the time to take Mr. to the farmhouse again to eat." ”

Cen Chi nodded lightly and said, "On that day, I was going to enter the city through the south gate, but on the way, considering that there might be too many caravans at the south gate, they would be blocked at the gate, so when I was still on the official road, I decided to change the direction and take the north gate, but I didn't expect to go around that village." Although it was a casual encounter, it was not long ago, and I think I should remember that family. When I think about it now, I still miss it. ”

Gao Qian's eyes lit up and said, "Then it's agreed." ”

Before Cen Chi could answer, a dull thunderous voice suddenly came from outside the car.

The sound grew clearer and clearer, and Gao Qian could hear the sound of wheels crashing on the ground. Cen Chi, who was sitting by the car window, lifted the corner of the curtain, and Gao Qian, who was sitting opposite him, naturally cast his gaze.

At the other end of the official road, a convoy came slowly, with black and white swallow flags planted in the corner, revealing a unique temperament in the overall strict atmosphere of the convoy.

This long snake-like convoy was the Yan family caravan that passed by at the gate of the city when they were out of the city before.

People who have been engaged in driving cars for a long time must not be difficult to distinguish when they hear the sound of the wheels of the convoy pressing on the ground, the Yan family's car is extremely heavy, and the goods pulled by the Yan family are also extremely heavy. But if it's just an ordinary commodity, occupying the volume of a carriage, how heavy can it be?

Gao Qian said casually: "Could it be that they want to be on the same road as us?" ”

"Maybe ......" Cen Chi, who was about to drink porridge, put the bowl down again, "The Yan family's hometown is still in Xiaoliang Country, and this trip doesn't seem to be just for business. ”

Indeed, there were too many empty cars with the White Yan Flag in the convoy, and there were three vans in the middle, and it felt like the Yan family caravan's journey was made up.

The movement in the car made Gao Qian retract his gaze into the distance, and he saw Cen Chi struggling to climb out of the car, and hurriedly asked, "What is Mr. going to do?" ”

"The Yan family's convoy is going too slow this time, let's park the car on the tuyere, I'm afraid we're going to eat a lot of dust if we wait, let's avoid it first." While Cen Chi was talking, the person had already climbed outside the car.

Gao Qian hurriedly followed out, and saw that Cen Chi had already taken the arm of a coachman and slowly walked towards the opposite side of the official road. The two of them crossed the road, and the Yan family's convoy was only a few feet closer, but the billowing smoke and dust were swept up by the unhindered wind in the wilderness and pounced.

Gao Qian hesitated, whether he wanted to follow, he saw that his three cars were still driving horses, and someone had to take care of them, so he gave up that idea, but he didn't stay where he was, but retreated a few steps in the direction of the inn.

Although the Dengfeng Inn is built next to the official road, it is actually very far away from the official road, and no matter how much dust is stirred up by the carriage on the official road, it will not render the guests who are resting and eating under the tiled shed here.

In addition to Cen Chi, there were two coachmen and a Lang Zhong. At this time, a coachman helped Cen Chi to take shelter from the dust, and another coachman and Na Langzhong stood beside Gao Qian. Gao Qian did not completely retreat to the edge of the inn, and the coachman standing beside him saw this, and some did not understand why he didn't retreat some more. However, although the coachman disagreed, he was not too far away from him.

The convoy with dark gray as the main color slowly approached, slowly blocking Cen Chi on the opposite side. Looking at the dust stirred up by the convoy on the clean and smooth official road, Gao Qian's eyes narrowed slightly. Suddenly, his eyes moved, and he subconsciously glanced at Lang Zhong beside him.

The Lang Zhong, who had passed the age of no doubt, had also noticed a hint of abnormality, and when he saw Gao Qian looking at him, he hesitated for a moment, and then said softly: "It's the smell of blood......

Lang Zhong's voice was very soft, and it was overshadowed by the sound of the wheels and axles of the convoy, and when it fell into the ears of the people on both sides, it became extremely indistinct. The coachman on the side didn't hear clearly, so he couldn't help but ask, but he didn't get another answer from Lang Zhong.

However, what Lang Zhong said just now fell into Gao Qian's ears without hindrance.

Why does it smell of blood?

With the direction of the wind he was standing in, the smell of blood could only come from the Yan family's convoy. Even if there is a possibility that the Dengfeng Inn behind it is slaughtering livestock, the smell of blood will not be smelled until now.

How much more the smell of human blood...... High diving is no stranger.

Gao Qian's squinted eyes opened slightly when he heard Lang Zhong's words, but when a hint of doubt appeared in his heart, his eyes narrowed again.