It's cold.

Do not fall into the city. Return to the first house.

The Nine Kings of Tianhan, Yelu Wufang, just got a secret letter.

I watch it with relish.

This year's cold rain is much better than last year's.

This year's cold cattle, sheep and horses are growing better than ever.

The scale is also far from comparable to last year.

This year's beef, mutton and horse meat are not worried.

But no matter how much this man is, he can't just eat the cow and the sheep.

Always eat some whole grains to satisfy your stomach.

It's just that this year's cereal harvest is still not good.

Even there aren't many barley.

Yelu Wufang was also unclear at first, and it wasn't until he asked people to check it for a few days that he had a clue.

Last year of famine.

Vast swaths of people starved to death.

By the way, there were countless old farmers with barley who also starved to death.

The more they relied on growing food to survive, the more the people starved to death last year.

Herders are not so vulnerable to starvation.

Anyway, there are still some cattle and sheep in hand.

As a result, there are fewer and fewer people planting barley this year.

Some died.

Some of them raised cattle and sheep.

This year, the weather is cold, and there is still no food.

Yelu Wufang is pondering where he can still fight the autumn wind now.

After all, he didn't want a small amount.

But he didn't want to, and just when he was dozing, someone brought him a pillow.

Jerod read the letter over and over again.

I thought for a long time before I spoke,

"Where did this news come from, but it's true?"

Only then did the messenger reply,

"This letter was intercepted from the hands of the subordinates of the Six Kings."

"The subordinates happened to hear the news that the subordinates of the Six Kings and the people of the Guiyuan Trading House bought this at a high price, so they intercepted it first and showed it to the Nine Kings."

Yelu Wufang nodded slightly,

"You did a good job, come here, reward you!"

The messenger hurriedly thanked him.

Jerod continued,

"But you have to continue to do this, and send a copy of this letter to the six kings, Yelu Wuxiang."

"Let's see if the other princes have any news of it, and if not, send it to them."

The messenger touched the hand of the reward and paused slightly, and asked for advice for some reason.

"The subordinates are stupid, but why did the Nine Kings do this, isn't this sending food to the other kings in vain?"

Jeruman poured down his drink, and carefully wiped his scimitar on the felt cloth.

The cold light on the blade seemed to add a bit of chill to the drink.

"Now, it's not time to make a move."

"This is Xiahou Jinshan's grain and grass, isn't it such an easy thing to grab, someone has to take the lead for us and lose the combat power of both sides."

The person who sent the letter was completely clear at that time.

He immediately bowed his head and said goodbye, "My subordinates are taught, so I will go and do this for the nine kings." ”

After the messenger had departed, Jerod got up.

Standing on a hanging picture of the weather chill drawn from sheepskin and medicated horse blood.

"Grain and grass."

"If I had food and grass, I wouldn't be stuck here anymore."

"Perhaps, along with the whole cold, you don't have to be trapped here......"

Now that the sun was setting in the west, a slanting sun slanted in, and it happened to fall on Yelu Wufang's face.

The face that was once hidden in the shadows is now fully revealed.

The complexion is slightly darker, and it is closer to the freshly extracted honey from the hive than the wheat color.

The facial features are also long, not very much like the common appearance of the cold.

If Xiahou Jinshan was present at this time, he would definitely feel that this person's appearance was extremely familiar.

The forehead, the eyes, the nose, even the look.

Except for the color of his skin, he is very similar to the life he knows.

It's just a mold carved and rubbed.

......

Osawa .

Skycloud City.

Song Yuan took Cheng Yunjie to wander around the sky and clouds, and then returned to his residence.

At this time, the pharmacist had already sorted out the poison gift package sent by Bai Qianxing.

I have to say that Bai Qianxing's luck is very good.

Song Yuan's luck was also good.

In this pack of pills, there was really the poison that Song Yuan had at that time.

Poisons and antidotes are now there.

It's just that pharmacist Lu Wensan doesn't seem to be very good now.

Song Yuan was taken aback when he saw him.

The person in front of him with a blue face, a head as big as a pig's head, and a hoarse voice that seemed to have not drunk water for a few days and nights was really the previous pharmacist Lu Wensan......

The corners of Song Yuan's mouth twitched, "Mr. Lu is really, admirable......"

"Don't dare, don't dare to be, don't dare to be, it's a blessing to be able to serve the master." Lu Wen waved his hand and saluted Song Yuan three times.

I don't know what he tasted and tasted like this, his throat was like a broken gong.

"Master, remember not to use internal force after taking the antidote for a while, it is best to let others help you force out the residual poison,"

Lu Wensan pondered for a moment before continuing,

"General Cheng's internal strength is profound, maybe he can help the master detoxify, if the master asks General Cheng to help you force the poison."

Song Yuan nodded, "I made a note of it, Mr. Lu should go and detoxify himself, thank you Mr. Lu for testing the poison for me." ”

Song Yuan solemnly arched his hand to Lu Wensan as he spoke.

Lu Wensan immediately hid far away, "The subordinates can't afford to be a great gift from the master, if the master really wants to reward his subordinates, the subordinates will not be polite to the master." ”

"Even if Mr. Lu says it, whatever I can do, I will do it for Mr."

Song Yuandang even promised.

Lu asked Sandang even if he stroked his beard, "The things that his subordinates ask for are also close at hand, if the master of the bag of poison doesn't want it, how about giving it to his subordinates, and there are a few flavors of poison that his subordinates haven't had time to taste yet......"

Lu Wensan rubbed his hands extremely embarrassed as he spoke.

Song Yuan looked at Lu Wensan's swollen twice-sized head, and now it was almost impossible to see even the wrinkles, even if he felt a little headache.

"If you need it, you can take it."