This was a pain for the guards of the convoy behind him, who kept following Liu He, desperately chasing after him, until he ran ten miles away, and Liu He stopped.

He turned around and looked at the guards who were panting for air, scratching his head in embarrassment.

In the Han Dynasty, there was no formal dart game, and all the caravan guards were hired by the merchants themselves to practice martial arts.

Although he had already paid a lot of money to these guards, Liu He was still a little reluctant to let the family run so far behind his horse, so he proposed that when he arrived at the next place to stay, he must treat everyone to a good meal.

Now that this army is in chaos, who can come out to be a guard, which one is not a little difficult? As soon as they heard that they could eat a good meal, the guards immediately came to their senses, and the speed of their march also increased a lot.

I didn't go far before a tavern appeared on the side of the road, and there was a bull's head hanging at the door of this tavern.

Although it is not far from the capital Xuchang, but this area, there is still a lack of materials, and ploughing cattle is a rare thing, this tavern, there is a cow's head hanging at the door, which means that there is beef to sell here, and it is really surprising that such a tavern can appear in the wilderness.

This place is Cao Cao's territory, and Cao Cao attaches great importance to agriculture, and there are clear regulations under his rule that it is not allowed to slaughter cultivated cattle.

Originally, a large amount of cash was transported back to Chengdu this time, Liu He's original intention was not to cause more trouble halfway, but since he promised others, he couldn't break his promise.

So after hesitating for a moment, Liu He still turned over and dismounted, and walked towards the tavern.

The leader of the guards is nicknamed Lao Baimaozi, an old Jianghu, perhaps because he has been running around all the year round, although he is only in his fifties, but his hair is already gray, but he has also added a little bit of old age, and he is very respected by his subordinates.

Liu He didn't take a few steps before the old white haired man stepped forward to stop him, and reminded Liu He that this tavern seemed a little weird.

Liu He thought about it, what Lao Bai Maozi said did make some sense.

Generally speaking, these shops in the wilderness only sell tea and dry food, and even wine is rarely sold, let alone such expensive beef.

In this way, there may be something really wrong with this shop, but as soon as he saw the straight eyes of the guards behind him looking at the bull head, Liu He couldn't help but smile again, and walked towards the tavern despite the advice of the old white hair.

He was greeted by a young woman about thirty years old, with a bit of charm.

A tavern in the wilderness, a proprietress who looks like a symbol, and a few guys who sneak a glance at themselves from time to time, this standard configuration can no longer be standard, which made Liu He immediately think of two words.

Black shop.

Speaking of this black shop, Liu He only read it in the book, but he didn't see it with his own eyes, and he didn't know whether the steamed buns and sweat pills were real.

As soon as he thought of this, Liu He became interested, and even had some expectations for this small shop, hoping that this was really a black shop, just so that he could see it for a long time.

As soon as he sat down at the door of the store, Liu He took the initiative to talk to the proprietress, not only saying that he was going all the way to Chengdu, but also telling the proprietress that these cars were filled with white silver.

Perhaps it was the first time to see such a large convoy of silver, and the master who was so lacking in heart, the proprietress was also extraordinarily enthusiastic, and after secretly giving a few guys on the side, she turned around and returned to the house, and brought out several large plates of beef.

A few guys also got busy, and after a while, they brought out more than a dozen jars of wine from the wine cellar in the backyard.

When Liu He saw it, he couldn't help but snicker.

There are only about 30 people in this team of their own, but these people have taken out more than a dozen large jars, looking at this posture, even if there is no sweat medicine in the wine, they have to drink all the guards and lie down.

Seeing the wine and meat on the table, the guards' eyes were straight, but the old white haired man didn't speak, and none of them dared to get started.

The old white hairman was really cautious, picked up every plate of beef and smelled it, and then pulled a fellow over and asked him to take a sip of every jar of wine.

The man's face was green at that time, and there were more than a dozen jars of wine, even if he only drank one sip, there were several large bowls of wine.

The guy begged for a long time with a crying voice, saying that these were home-brewed wines, and the wine was strong, so he really didn't dare to drink it like this.

But the old white hairman refused to give in, and called the proprietress and told her plainly that if the guy didn't drink, she wouldn't want to do today's deal.

For this big deal, the proprietress really let go, and immediately slapped the table and glared, and said a word to the guy.

Drink!

The guy cried with a sad face, picked up the wine scoop and drank more than a dozen jars of wine one by one, and when he finished drinking, he couldn't even walk in a straight line, and walked crookedly to the bottom of the wall, trying to find a place to help, but he stretched out his hand, but he was empty, and finally pounced and fell directly to the ground.

The proprietress stepped forward very skillfully, stretched out her hand to probe the man's snort, and then stood up and announced very calmly that he was drunk, not overturned by sweat drugs.

This kind of explanation that there is more or less three hundred taels of silver here made the old white haired man frown, but Liu He didn't seem to hear it, just gloating on the sidelines, not worried at all.

The old white-haired man walked to the fellow's side, squatted down to investigate it himself, and after confirming that the fellow was indeed just drunk, he nodded to his subordinates.

As soon as the guards saw that the leader nodded, they immediately pounced on the plates of beef on the table like a pack of beasts that had been hungry for days, and devoured them.

In this tavern, Liu He and their wave of guests, the proprietress was naturally thoughtful, and kept directing the guys to pour wine for everyone.

The fragrant beef, with the mellow aroma of good wine, just after the last bowl is drunk, someone fills it for you, and the faces of these guards are all full of satisfied joy.

It's just that this large piece of meat eats and drinks a lot, and it is easy to get high, and after a while, the guards are all drunk and red-faced, and when they speak, their tongues begin to be a little bad.

Looking at these swaying guests, the smile on the face of the proprietress became brighter and brighter.

She looked around, and finally her eyes fell on the old white hair, who had never picked up the wine bowl.