All the way out of the prairie to the south, through the 300-mile desert Gobi, over a mountain range that runs through the east and west, and then enter the south of the mouth.

Entering the south of the mouth, there are few herdsmen, the farmland is vertical and horizontal, the population is gradually dense, there are many villages, scattered and scattered, but it is also a heart-warming scene.

However, the overall situation of the Central Plains has been decided, and hundreds of princes and tribes in the world have invaded and annexed year after year, and the number of vassal states has decreased by half, but the scale of the war has become larger and larger, and the harm to the people has naturally become more and more intense.

It's late spring, the grass is green, and the wildflowers are lonely.

A simple trade route that once ran through the north and south has long been deserted, and only a few looming ruts of the pack caravan have left two or three barren marks on the earth, as if they are still quietly recalling the people who used to come and go.

Killing the wolf's mouth, is a necessary place in the early years of the north-south trade route, there was a large area of carriage and horse inns, but now it is full of ruins.

The only inn was actually just a small courtyard, tattered, with no name or signboard, and the grass growing on seven or eight low thatched huts was half a foot.

The boss was a hunchbacked old man, wearing a shabby sheepskin jacket and a pair of broken boots, and he couldn't tell what kind of leather was sewn from them.

There was only one guy in the inn, named Amu, his hair was unkempt, and there were hundreds of scars on his face, as if he had been gnawed by wild dogs.

……

"Young master, there is an inn in front, why don't you rest here tonight." Suddenly, on the ancient road where no one had been seen for a year and a half, two people came.

The two men were dressed in sheepskin robes, looking dusty, leading two black mules, and carrying seven or eight small leather bags of all sizes on their backs.

"Well, it's getting late, so I'll have to rest here." The young man smiled and nodded.

"Back then, this wolf-killing mouth was a prosperous place, and there were many shops, but there were always seven or eight of them in this inn. Caravans sometimes couldn't make time, so they had to lay out a sheepskin outside and sleep. The middle-aged black-faced man sighed as he walked.

"It'll be fine in the future, hasn't our caravan just been established, the cattle, sheep, horses and cashmere in the north of the mouth, but they are in short supply of people in the Central Plains." The young man said indifferently.

The two talked and talked, and in a blink of an eye they arrived at the door of the inn.

"This inn doesn't even have a signboard, which shows that it is indeed in a tight depression." The middle-aged black-faced man shook his head and sighed, tied the mule to the stake at the door, and walked quickly into the antechamber of the inn.

"Boss, do you have clean rooms? We want two. The black-faced man threw the whip in his hand on the table and said in a loud voice.

"Yes, there are seven or eight rooms," the hunchbacked old man raised his face in confusion, glanced at the black-faced man, and then glanced out of the door, and said vaguely.

"Then let's clean up the two rooms, get some food by the way, cut a few catties of beef, and it's best to have two jars of good wine." The black-faced man said.

"Hehe, the guest officer is talking in a dream, cut a few catties of beef, come to two jars of wine, and talk about it in the old man's wild shop. More than 100 miles further south, just these two sentences are a matter of losing your head. The old man rubbed the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, wiped the saliva from his beard, and muttered.

"Cut a few catties of beef, and lose your head if you want two jars of wine?" The black-faced man seemed stunned and asked.

"Yes, the bullock is used to plough the land, not to be slaughtered for meat. In addition, the prohibition was very strict, only the adults were allowed to drink, and the common people, merchants, and slaves were not allowed to drink. The old man shook his head and sighed.

"In that case, forget it, just get some meat." The black-faced man said helplessly.

"The store money is two knife coins a night, and the meal counts you as three knife coins, and you can pay in advance." The hunchbacked old man stretched out a dirty hand, his eyelids drooped, and he seemed to be about to sleep.

"Okay, this is for you, who made us all descendants of merchants." The black-faced man took a sheepskin bag from his shoulder, grabbed a dozen knife coins with a hand, and threw them on the table with a smile.

The hunchbacked old man seemed to be slightly stunned, and then quietly thanked him, and took the dozen or so knife coins into his arms.

"Amu, take the distinguished guest to the room." He turned and shouted to the backyard, and a half-grown man with unkempt hair came out.

"Honorable guest, please come inside." Amu raised the face that had been gnawed by the dog, and said with a smile, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth, which were very neat.

"Young master," the black-faced man said, turning to the outside, "let's go and rest for a while." ”

The young man didn't speak, but walked slowly into the front hall of the inn, and followed Amu to the backyard.

The room is not big, and it is clean, but it may not have guests for a long time, and it exudes a strong musty smell.

"Two distinguished guests, my name is Amu, if you need anything, just shout at your throat, and the little one will arrive immediately." Amu smiled and left.

"Young master......" The black-faced man was about to speak, but he saw that the young man was listening attentively, and his expression was a little strange, so he closed his mouth.

"Anu, that camel is indeed interesting." The young man chuckled and whispered.

These two people are Guo Yang and Anu, they traveled all the way south, and today they are entering the south.

"Hehe, it's good to be interesting, I'm afraid I'm still bored." Anu grinned and whispered.

While the two were talking, a pigeon flew out of a ruined wall not far from the inn, circled at the wolf's mouth, and flew all the way to the southeast.

……

The meal was quite sumptuous, with two plates of wild vegetables, a plate of mutton, a large plate of fat chicken, and the best thing was that there was wine.

The food was brought to the room by Amu, placed on an elm table, and withdrew with a smile.

The wine was brought by the boss himself.

"Two distinguished guests, I see that your speech and demeanor are in the same vein as our merchants, so the little old man has the courage to give you half a jar of sake. This wine was hidden before the prohibition was promulgated, and sometimes I couldn't get enough of it, so I secretly drank a little. Look, there is half an altar left, which is really not a tribute. It's just that the two of you don't want to talk about the little old man's wine offering in the future. ”

The hunchbacked old man trembled and put the wine jar on the elm table, shook his head and said with a wry smile.

"Thank you, sir!" Guo Yang and Anu quickly stood up and hugged their fists in thanks.

"Alas, I think how prosperous my big business was in the past, when I met this Zhou Dog, it was a sin to drink wine, and it made people unable to live!" The hunchbacked old man sighed, and his old face was very sad.

"Hehe, the big merchants have been destroying the country for many years, and mentioning it only adds to the sadness. Come on, sit down and take a sip or two together? Guo Yang smiled slightly, grabbed the hunchbacked old man's shoulder, and said enthusiastically.

"No need, the little old man still has to go to the front to take care of the business. Two distinguished guests use it slowly. The hunchbacked old man turned around and exited the room, closing the door with his hand.

"You go slowly, old man, thank you for the wine." Guo Yang said a kind word gently and sat down.

"Anu, when you go out, we merchant descendants still have to huddle together to keep warm, otherwise, it will be really difficult to move an inch." Guo Yang sandwiched a piece of mutton and said with a smile while chewing.

"What the young master said is that we are the descendants of businessmen who are honest and reliable." Anu also took a slice of mutton and said.

When the footsteps of the hunchbacked old man were far away, Guo Yang and Anu glanced at each other and smiled tacitly.

The wild vegetables are sprinkled with sand onions and poured with salt juice, which has a wild taste.

The mutton and fat chicken were tested, and there was no problem, and the two of them munched on it and swept it away.

As for the half jar of sake, Guo Yang didn't even look at it, he directly lifted it up and poured it on the ground, bursts of white smoke came out of the "Zilala", and the ground was suddenly blackened.

"Hehe, seven or eight kinds of poisonous snakes plus broken intestine grass, mixed with wine, are really a bit overbearing." Guo Yang smiled and put the wine jar on the elm table, took out a bag of mare's milk wine, and poured it full for himself and Anu.

"On the grassland, we have hidden our tracks, and no one should know about them. I didn't expect to be targeted as soon as I came out. Anu said with a frown.

"Don't you see, they're here to wait for us. Anyway, we don't plan to hide our tracks on this trip, and we are eyeing the best. Guo Yang took a sip of mare's milk wine and said with a smile.

"It seems that Wang Huzi has been thinking about us all along." Anu laughed.

"According to my estimate, on the one hand, he was subdued by Zhou Gou, and on the other hand, if he killed us, he could enter the grassland. At that time, he was the most powerful caravan on the steppe, and it would not be difficult to establish a country. Guo Yang said.

"Actually, even if he wants to enter the grassland to do business, just tell us, so he won't make such a decision, right?" Anu was slightly puzzled and said with a frown.

"This is the human heart. Anu, the human heart is a poisonous snake, they were bitten by their own heart. Guo Yang drank the wine lightly and said thoughtfully.

"Hey, hey, hey." Anu took a handful of mare's milk wine and drank it slowly, as if savoring it.