Murda said to the two men, "If I can give you an equal share, then you must sell me half the price of the milk." ”

The two of them pouted, and the tall man said, "You blow it, the two of us have been divided for an hour, and we can't divide it evenly, just up to you?" ”

Meda still crossed her arms and asked, "Not necessarily, I have a magical method." If I split it evenly, would you like half the price of the milk? And it was transported to my tent. Luckily? ”

The short man looked up at Meda for a moment and said, "Good! If you don't divide it evenly, you'll have to pay double the price for our milk. And just use the three of us guys, a bucket, a can, and a gourd. Do you dare? ”

"It's a deal!"

Liu An was puzzled, could it be that Moda really had a way?

She couldn't figure out how these three things of different volumes could divide the ten catties of butter equally.

See Murda explain as she tosses around in three containers.

First, the gourd was used to fill the butter from the bucket twice and poured it into a 7-pound clay pot.

Fill the gourd with butter again, and after filling the crockpot, there are still 2 catties of butter left in the gourd.

Then pour all the 7 catties of butter in the crockpot into the bucket.

At this time, there were 8 catties of butter in the barrel.

Then pour all the 2 catties of oil saved in the gourd into the crockpot.

After the last one, fill the bucket with an empty gourd with 3 catties of butter and pour it into the crockpot.

In this way, the remaining butter in the barrel and the butter in the crockpot are exactly 5 catties!

The two dealers looked dumbfounded, and this Meda actually solved the problem they had been pondering for a few minutes.

Excited and embarrassed, they had to sell the milk to Meda at the lowest price as promised, and drove the ox cart to deliver the milk to Murda's tent.

Liu An admired Mo Da very much, in fact, where did she know the Tao, this is all the method in the "Yellow Emperor Sutra" taught to Mo Da by the ancestral guide when she was cultivating a few soils on Shouyang Mountain.

The two of them entered the tent and saw that Mo Dian had already set up more than a dozen cauldrons.

Liu An frowned and asked Moda "So much milk, hundreds of catties, let's go into the desert to travel lightly, don't you know the way?" ”

Murda smiled and didn't answer, just whispered a few words in Murda's ear.

Mo turned his eyes like copper bells and listened for a while, then nodded, "Wrap it up on me!" You're good at that! It would be nice to come back in the evening! ”

Murda instructed, "Use cow dung as firewood, the temperature is low, and the milk will not be pasted." ”

After speaking, he pulled Liu An and returned to the market to buy clothes.

Liu An didn't know what kind of fame Mo Da was doing, so he didn't say anything when he asked him, so he shook his head and began to choose some clothes to use in the desert.

Like a bandana robe for sun protection, wide-brimmed soft-soled felt shoes for desert trekking.

Moda and Liu An wandered around for a while, and then they got into a tent that sold Western Regions clothing.

Liu An searched for a long time in the bazaar, but there was no trace of Murda.

Suddenly, someone slapped her from behind, and Liu An was startled.

I saw that this person had a long beard, his head bowed, and he was wearing the clothes of a wealthy merchant in the Western Regions.

He wore rings on all ten fingers of his hands and a belt made of gold wire around his waist.

"You are?"

Liu An didn't know this person.

This man spoke with a Western accent, and his tongue was hard at the root of his voice, and his mouth was full of snorting.

"Ah, beautiful girl. You are as radiant as the snow lotus of the Tianshan Mountains. Even the best dancers in the Western Regions can't keep up with your figure. Your face is as charming as a flower that has just bloomed, and everyone who sees you will be fascinated by your beauty and temperament. I am a merchant from the country of the Yue Clan, my name is Ali Bajie, and the dancers of the Yue Clan are my companions. As long as you want, I will definitely make you the most famous woman in the Otsuki clan! ”

This made Liu An angry.

She is a dignified princess of Donghu, when has she been harassed like this.

This person's speech and demeanor look like a human trafficker who turns beautiful women upside down.

This kind of frivolous villain is what Liu An usually hates the most.

Liu An pulled out a scimitar and put it on the man's neck.

scolded loudly, "You bastard who makes money from women, a bastard like you who sells a girl's soul and body should be cut with a thousand cuts." Suffer death! ”

When you're done, you're going to do it.

The man immediately raised his head and begged for mercy, "My good princess, let the little one go, don't dare to make trouble." ”

When Liu An heard a familiar voice, he reached out and lifted the turban of the merchant from the Western Regions.

It turned out to be Murda.

"You guy, where did you get such a long beard? Why is this dressed? ”

Moda smiled and explained, "There was everything in that clothing store just now. I wore this outfit. I guess I need businessmen everywhere, and I'm pretending to be a human trafficker. If you pretend to be other merchants, you have to pretend to bring some goods. My goods are yours. Just sell you to the Yueshi. Hey, this is your outfit, my first goddess of the grassland, show up quickly. ”

After saying that, Moda took out a very sexy dancing girl skirt from behind.

This skirt is split from top to bottom, and the appearance is very exposed and luxurious, with a dusty atmosphere.

Liu Anhu fanned his eyes and asked rhetorically, "Oh? So how much do I get for that? Which uncle are you going to sell me to? ”

Seeing that Liu An was not angry, Mo Da simply continued to joke, "Then it depends on who pays the highest price." However, with the value of our willow bank, we have to exchange the entire grassland. You're my baby, I can't sell it, I can only smash it in my hands, I'll use it for myself. ”

After speaking, he smiled slyly at Liu An.

When Liu An heard Murda say this, he was very satisfied.

But he said, "Then I'm overkill, I think I have to find a prince and a king or something." Leaving it to you really depreciates my value. ”

The two of them continued to shop with laughter and laughter, forgetting for a moment the hard work of the past few days and the adventures they were about to face.

When the sun went down in the evening, the two of them returned to Modian.

Seeing that more than a dozen cauldrons were originally full of milk, only dried milk was left at the moment.

Moda looked at it and patted Mo Dian's shoulder, "Okay, Mo Dian." You're doing a good job with your cream. Did you add salt to it? ”

Mo Dian nodded as he scraped off the dried milk that had been stuck on the pot.

I put it in my mouth and chewed it.

While chewing, his face was full of enjoyment, "Moda, you still have a lot of ideas." This fresh milk is boiled into dried milk, which is indeed fragrant, thick and chewy. The milky flavor is completely retained, and the flavor is even stronger. And salt is added, so that you are not afraid of sweating and lack of salt in the desert. I ate a few pieces in the afternoon and still have a lot of energy. It's no wonder that I used a pot of milk to boil the dried milk at the bottom of this pot, and it was all the essence. ”

Only then did Liu An understand Murda's intention to buy milk.

Perhaps modern people think that this dried milk is nothing, but it was invented in the Yuan Dynasty, and the idea of Moda made this portable and delicious food appear more than a thousand years in advance.

Liu An also picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, it was really fragrant and refreshing, and there was a slight salty taste, this salty and fragrant feeling was really unstoppable.

Liu An looked at Moda and felt even more that this man's mind was full of all kinds of magical ideas, and a hot current of love flowed out of his heart.

Moda asked Murda to prepare a large bag full of dried milk and fill all the sleeping bags.

All three of them carried the supplies to the camels.

By the time everything was ready, it was already late at night.

In order to avoid people's eyes, the three men rode into the desert overnight on camels.

The desert is very cold at night.

Especially in this large desert known as the Soul Eater Land, the temperature of the sand at night reaches more than ten degrees below zero, which is diametrically opposed to the scorching yellow sand of the ground during the day.

As soon as these camels entered the desert, they lay on the ground and used the air to keep warm.

The camels were close together, and Meda took out the large felt cloth and made a small tent with poplar sticks.

A solid cowhide rope was tied to each raised corner of the tent, and a huge rivet was tied to the other end of the rope.

Murda removed the floating sand around the tent, revealing some damp sand.

Finally, he drove the rivets diagonally into the solid wet sand, and piled sand around the tent except for the tent door.

This makes the tent very fixed.

Liu An couldn't help but deeply admire, she had been marching and fighting for many years, and she had also led a large army to camp in the desert.

It was the first time she had seen such a sturdy desert tent.

I even admired Moda for being meticulous enough in preparing her bags, not bringing a single superfluous thing, and everything was in order.

The three of them got into the tent and lay down in their clothes.

As soon as it was dawn the next day, Meda woke up Liu An and Mo Dian.

Murda lifted the curtain of the tent door, and a ray of morning sun shot straight into the tent.

The desert morning was still slightly cool from last night, and the sun reflected a pale orange light on the sand.

The air is filled with humidity that alternates between day and night, and it can be said that it is the best time of the day.

If you don't have something important to do, you should really enjoy the rare beauty here.

Meda and the others gathered their tents and set out with their camels in tow.

The steppe Bactrian camels are best suited for desert traversal, and the camels form in a row, leaving a long hoof mark between the crests and troughs of the desert.

The fine sand blown by the wind fills up the traces left behind like a sweeper.

Who knows who else has left their mark under this hoof print, and the desert is like this, which can erase the memory of time.