After Zhao Ke looked at the transaction records, he knew that this trade fair had started in the Red Smoke Pavilion for three or four days.

But the speed of everyone's transactions is very slow.

Because it is not a postage transaction, it is an exchange of goods, and there is no clear price, so the natural transaction speed is relatively slow.

"Bang bang bang!"

At this time, there was a sudden knock on Zhao Ke's door.

There is no need to open the door, Zhao Ke raised his head, and naturally he could see the holographic projection on the wall.

It was the Red Smoke House who came to deliver today's dinner.

Zhao Ke does not need to open the door, and after getting permission, the door will open automatically.

Accompany the food truck into the kitchen.

A middle-aged woman with long maroon hair, wearing a chef's robe, walked in.

Send the menu to Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke focused on the list of transactions in his hand, and didn't look carefully, although he was picky about food, he was not to the extent of picking bones in eggs.

As long as the taste is good, Zhao Ke will be happy to taste it.

With the service level of the Red Smoke Restaurant, Zhao Ke does not need to worry about the problem of the taste being difficult to swallow.

So I didn't pay attention to the menu.

Put on your clothes and smoke a big cigarette stick as you walk up to the second floor.

It turned out that it hadn't gone a few steps.

The door rang again.

Zhao Ke was stunned for a moment, and when he looked again, he saw a black shadow standing outside the door.

The appearance of tiptoeing, sucking and sniffing through the crack in the door, does not look like the service staff of the Red Smoke Pavilion.

Zhao Ke was careful in his heart and walked to the door.

did not open the door, but through the door, and whispered: "Something?" ”

"Hey...... This brother, the tobacco in his hand is good, let's take a sip! ”

Still so familiar sound.

It's still so familiar with obscenity.

Zhao Ke was still thinking about whether the big smoking gun would come just now, so he raised his nose and came to the door by himself.

Open the door.

Zhao Ke squinted up and down at the big smoking gun, and said with a wicked smile: "Yo, my brother is still alive!" ”

When the big smoker heard Zhao Ke's words, he was almost choked to death.

What does it mean to be alive and kicking?

But listening to Zhao Ke's voice, it was very familiar, and after taking a closer look, when he saw the cigarette stick in Zhao Ke's hand, he suddenly slapped his thigh: "Damn, it's you kid!" ”

After the two of them glanced at each other, the big smoking gun was suddenly stunned and exclaimed, "Damn, you actually advanced!" ”

This is the special area for intermediate postmen, and Zhao Ke's appearance here has already explained a lot of problems, and it is not surprising that the big smoking gun can guess it.

"Come in and say!"

The appearance of the big smoking gun is a good thing for Zhao Ke, but he has a lot of questions, so I want to ask him for advice.

Seeing that Zhao Ke generously gave way out, the big smoking gun hesitated for a while, but still strode up to follow.

The two walked to the balcony on the second floor.

The green bricks and green tiles, the rockery courtyard below, the so-called balcony, in fact, is more like a corridor.

There are special recliners, you can lie here and enjoy the leisure of Jiangnan style.

Zhao Ke took out a pack of shredded tobacco from the stamp album and put it on the table.

It's not the first time the two have met, and the big smoking gun is familiar with Zhao Ke, so he is not polite, and he reached out and grabbed the pack of tobacco directly.

I opened the paper bag and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Incense!"

Smoking gun gives a thumbs up.

With this fragrance alone, the big smoking gun can smell out, and this pack of tobacco shreds will have to go through more than ten processes repeatedly.

The materials used in it are all of the highest quality.

Especially when stir-fried, it is accompanied by top-notch spirits and honey, so that after fermentation, the taste of the tobacco is even more pure, and there is a slightly intoxicating aroma.

Looking at the quality of the tobacco, the tobacco shows the shape of a curl, and the dark tobacco will have a little golden reflection under the light.

Without a doubt, this is definitely a superior tobacco.

"Good smoke! You kid, how can you always find such a good tobacco, spray, it's really hell. ”

The big smoking gun complained in a low voice, and at the same time, he used jade tweezers, carefully pinched a handful, and placed it in his special smoking pot.

Zhao Ke grinned and handed the wax table on the side to the big smoking gun.

"No, I don't need this!"

The big smoker shook his head again and again, put the wax table aside, and took out a stone from the postal book.

The stone is special and has a crimson glow.

The big smoking gun blew lightly, and suddenly saw a wisp of open fire on the stone.

Seeing this, the big smoking gun unexpectedly put the stone next to the smoke pot, slowly roasted the tobacco in the smoke pot, and said: "This is a kind of flint I found in particular, it can be burned with a light blow, and it is not hot. ”

Zhao Ke looked at the big smoking gun, tweezers, and cold flint, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Exquisite!" ”

"Shhh

Taking a deep breath, accompanied by a wisp of light smoke, the big smoker leaned on the sofa, clapped his hands, and flicked it out of the hallway.

Suddenly, the air began to become humid, and a drop of rain the size of a bean fell from the top of the head in a blink of an eye.

The rain pounds on the mud tiles of the roof, making a "clanging bell" sound.

The sound is irregular, but it sounds exceptionally pleasant.

The big smoking gun shook the cigarette stick in his hand, and his eyes became deep: "Sure enough, on a rainy day, it still matches it best, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the spring breeze in June, take a sip, you will feel that this is the best taste in the world." ”

Zhao Ke didn't expect that this kind of room, with such a function, seems to be the price of 2 o'clock postage a day, which is not unreasonable.

However, Zhao Ke was a little unhappy about the sigh of the big smoking gun, you smoked my cigarettes, and you came to pretend to be deep in front of me?

smiled coldly, and said without yin or yang: "Oh, it's really the taste of a single dog." ”

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

The big smoking gun turned back angrily, and suddenly there was an urge to slap the table and leave, although he knew that Zhao Ke's mouth was poisonous, but he couldn't chat.

"It's called loneliness, taste, you know!"

Looking at the big smoking gun shaking the cigarette stick in his hand, although he couldn't see the expression on his face, he knew from the sound that it seemed to be choked badly.

"Understood, understood, it's hard to dismantle!"

Zhao Ke pouted his shoulders, took out his cigarette stick, pinched a handful of tobacco, and rubbed it into the smoke pot.

Rough technique, looking at the big cigarette pole frowned vigorously in his heart, such a good top-grade tobacco, such a rough technique, this is too unsophisticated.

"I'm also an intermediate postman now, but I haven't fused natal stamps yet, do you have any good suggestions?"

Zhao Ke smoked a cigarette and asked as if unintentionally.

Although I knew that the big cigarette stick might not be able to speak, I still asked in a tentative tone.

For the information of the intermediate postman, Zhao Ke still knows too little.

He had a lot of stamps in his hand, and each one of them was enough to cause a small sensation.

Not to mention, stamps of the level such as "Creation Pearl" and "Daxia Ding", if you take it out, it is estimated that it will immediately detonate the entire ghost market.

But even with so many stamps in his hands, Zhao Ke has never made up his mind about integration.

It can only be said that the choices he faces are too many.

Of course, only Zhao Ke is qualified to say this sentence, after ordinary people advance to the intermediate postman, they are not as confident as Zhao Ke.

The big cigarette stick froze for a moment, turned to look at Zhao Ke, and couldn't help but nod, deeply agreeing with Zhao Ke's move of not immediately fusing the natal stamp.

It's a wise choice.

After advancing to the intermediate level, many people will immediately integrate their strongest stamps into their natal stamps.

The result...... Soon they will tragically discover that the fusion of natal stamps is not actually the stronger the better.

Being strong is good, but it will also make them lose more possible development, or after integration, they are doomed to have limited upside.

For example, the natal stamp you fused with is to summon a powerful sword aura.

Of course, after you fused, your strength increased unprecedentedly.

But the result ...... The further back you go, the narrower the road becomes.

Because your natal stamps are sword energy, your ability to devour other stamps cannot complement your natal stamp ability, resulting in you being able to develop alone.

So at this time, many people will start to regret it.

It's not that the road is impassable, it's that the road is too narrow.

"Thousands of troops and horses can be bridged, and the iron cable will cross the river in a lonely boat."

I am afraid that many people have a deep understanding of the taste of this, on the contrary, it is some people who are not strong in natal stamps, but go wider.

Because of the strong plasticity, if this road is not passed, another road will be opened, and all roads will lead to all directions, and there will always be a suitable one.

The big cigarette pole said a lot in one breath, and Zhao Ke was deeply surprised.

After all, in my impression, this old man has always been a rabbit and a hawk, and he usually sets up a message, but all of them are coaxed and deceived.

That's it, this old guy still says half and half left.

This time, I said so much in one breath, and I also focused on doing a lot of cases and analysis for Zhao Ke, talking about the head is the Tao.

This made Zhao Ke feel very uncomfortable, and he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

The two chatted for a while.

The more Zhao Ke chatted, the more strange he became, and he always felt that today's big smoking gun really didn't seem to be quite right.

At this moment, a faint fragrance of cream permeated from the kitchen, and Zhao Ke didn't care at first.

But after carefully tasting and sniffing, Zhao Ke gradually paid attention to the fragrance of the kitchen.

Ignoring the big cigarette stick he was smoking, he walked to the kitchen.

When I walked to the kitchen door, I saw that the cook was facing away from her, and all kinds of strange and strange blades were neatly placed on the table.

A spiral-shaped short stick with a hook and thorn was hung on the cow intestine by the cook, and when she twisted it hard, the short stick began to rotate, pulling out the cow intestine in front of her inch by inch.

The peculiar technique surprised Zhao Ke.

The side pot is boiling hot, and the soup is milk-like in color, exuding a faint frankincense, and there is a special smell.

It was a smell that Zhao Ke had never smelled.

I can't help but pick up the spoon, lightly take a spoonful, and hold it in my mouth.

When the soup slid down Zhao Ke's throat, a strong incense gushed out on the tip of his tongue, and after carefully tasting it, the reply he got made Zhao Ke's heart shocked: "It's toon!" ”