"Poof, what's it, it's so unpleasant!" Spit out the tea leaves in his mouth, Jiahai still feels that his tongue is astringent, not only the tea leaves are unpalatable, but the water brewed with tea leaves also has a strange taste.

He simply poured the rest of the tea into the flower pot on the table.

This kind of unpleasant thing, the price of one pound is enough to buy a few war horses, it is said that the Han people are fond of tea like life, so he bought it to taste.

This was something that the Tartars did not have, but he did not envy it in the slightest.

Where can the tea of the Han people compare to the salty milk tea of Tartary?

Jia Hai looked at the empty teacup, and Ah San's voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Xie Jiu Niangzi asked me to tell you that she asked you to drink the oil tea in your bowl first, and then think about others." If you can't even finish your own bowl, what right do you have to stare at someone else's bowl. ”

Jia Hai sneered, what a lady Xie Jiu, are you mocking me for not being able to unify the Tartar tribes?

Do you think I'm going to rush to slap you up?

You Han things can be bought with silver, but they are all flashy waste, just like your tea leaves, which are bitter and astringent, and you can't fill your stomach or increase your strength when you drink them, so they are useless at all.

Two days later, Huo Roufeng was listening to the music in the restaurant with her feet crossed, and the song was sung by a father and daughter from Xianyang, singing the Qin dialect that is prevalent in Shaanxi. The father is good at bitter sound, high-pitched and tragic; The daughter is good at cheerful sound, cheerful and bright, and listens to the person at the table next to her say that this is an authentic Xianyang accent.

In the previous life, there was a troupe from Shaanxi to sing in the palace, when she was still young, she didn't like this, she preferred the troupe in the capital, especially like the monkey play, Pan Tao will never get tired of watching, happy in his Zhaohua Palace scratching his ears and cheeks to pretend to be a monkey, and later was reprimanded by the upbringing grandmother, she picked up the broom used by the palace maids to sweep the yard as a golden hoop stick, and chased the grandmother all over the yard.

Perhaps it is because the plot of Shaanxi is getting deeper and deeper in this life, and even Qin Yan, who didn't like it before, feels that it sounds moving.

Huo Roufeng listened energetically, shook his head, and threw peanuts into his mouth from time to time.

At this moment, a young man dressed as a small guy came in and said a few words to the fat man on the next table, and the fat man called out: "Really, it's all burned?" ”

The fat man has a Shaanxi accent, the Shaanxi accent is already hard, and he is a big voice, and in an instant, the attention of the tea guests shifted from the father and daughter who sang the song to him.

The people at the table asked, "What burned?" ”

The fat man saw that everyone was looking at him, so he simply didn't feel out of shape, and he said loudly: "It's those Tartars who have bought a lot in the southwest corner in the past few days, and they have burned the things they bought, and they are in Sanli Pavilion on Shangguan Road outside the city!" ”

There has always been trade between the Tartars in this dynasty, and not every tribe is warlike, but some tribes are very peaceful, often going back and forth to the border to do business. It is not uncommon to see the Tatars in Jiubian, but the arrival of the Tatars in Xi'an is very eye-catching. What's more, it's the kind of Tartar who has a bold hand and looks stupid and has a lot of money, these days, most of the people who open shops in Xi'an City to sell valuable things know that there is such a group of people.

Therefore, the fat man is just a few simple words, and seven or eight out of ten of the people present have already understood.

That is to say, the Tartars burned everything they had bought at great expense outside the city.

It's too weird, isn't that a loser? Are the Tatars so rich?

"How is it possible, if you are really rich, then you still need to go to the border every winter to grab grain and rice?"

"Yes, they even have to rob the food for the winter, and they can still have spare money to buy things as a fire primer?"

"I remember that they were in the Jiangnan Silk Village next door to me, thirty taels of makeup satin, and one purchase was more than a dozen."

"What's more, even the fake big red robe of Jiajia Tea House has bought more than a dozen catties, we all know, let alone Xi'an Mansion, in addition to the Forbidden City, even the Fujian Mansion may not be able to take out more than a dozen catties of big red robes, this is also Mengmeng Tartar, but they were fooled, I heard that it was a tribute, and without saying a word, they gave it all inclusive, fifty taels and one catties, so scared that Jia Lao Er did not dare to open the door for three days, for fear that people would find it back, now I am relieved, they are all burned, who knows if it is true or false."

The crowd burst into laughter.

Huo Roufeng raised her eyebrows, she guessed that it would not be only Ah Sang who came to the Central Plains, Ah Sang came to the oil tea stall, just to find out.

Although Ah Sang is only Yan Niang's maid, she is Jiahai's sister-in-law, and the tribe calls her a princess. Since Jiahai sent her, there is a good chance that the one who came with her would be Jiahai himself.

Jiahai, here comes the Central Plains!

Huo Roufeng narrowed her eyes, but unfortunately she didn't think of it until now, otherwise she must have found a way to tie up Jiahai, without five hundred horses, five hundred camels, and five hundred sheep, she would never let Jiahai go back.

With Zhanhuai's current status, it is impossible for Jiahai to secretly deliver the letter to Zhanhuai.

But a while ago, Ah Sang accompanied Qi Qige to the racecourse, Ah Sang knew the relationship between Huo Roufeng and Zhanhuai, and through Huo Roufeng, he handed over the letter to Zhanhuai, which was the most effective and convenient shortcut.

But Huo Roufeng only sent a message and promised to meet in Xi'an. It's just a message, and with Jiahai's strategy, it is impossible to go to Xi'an to meet Zhanhuai in person with just one message.

Therefore, Jiahai did not come to Xi'an to show his nostalgia.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, Jia Hai knew that he would not easily meet Zhanhuai, and even if he did, he would not reach a consensus with Zhanhuai.

So, instead of showing up, Gahai sent Ahsan over to meet.

So what does Jiahai do when he comes to the Central Plains?

Is it just to buy something and then burn it?

Huo Roufeng shook his head, no, definitely not, at least Jiahai's original intention of coming to the Central Plains was not this.

Ahsan lived in the capital for a few months, and when she returned to Tatara, she must have told Jiahai everything she saw and heard in the capital.

So Jiahai became interested in the Central Plains, and he wanted to come to the Central Plains to take a look in person.

Back then, Duo Erha was bent on hitting the Central Plains, and Jia Hai also wanted to see what the world of flowers and flowers in Ah San's mouth was like.

He also wants to see if Nakahara is worth taking him into his arms.

Jiahai came, he first went to Xi'an under the jurisdiction of Zhanhuai, to see what the thirteen dynasties of the Han people looked like, if Huo Roufeng did not guess wrong, in the original plan, Jiahai's next stop after leaving Xi'an should be the capital.

But now...... Huo Roufeng smiled, Jia Hai must have been angered by her, otherwise Jia Hai would not have burned what he bought in Xi'an.

Jiahai will not go to the capital, and at this moment, he should be on his way back to Tartary.

He had to hurry up and hurry back.

What are you going to do when you get back to Tartar? Of course, I went to drink the bowl of oil tea in my own bowl.

Steppe wolf, you better eat and wipe your own door first, and then come to the Central Plains to spread wild.

Huo Roufeng cocked her feet again and shouted to the father and daughter who were singing: "Keep singing, don't stop, you will be rewarded if you sing well!" ”

In the Sanli Pavilion outside Xi'an, Jiahai looked at the three cars that were burned to ashes, and spat on the thick phlegm.

"Xie Jiu Niangzi, you remember to me, we Tartars don't drink oil tea, one day, I will let you Central Plains people drink our salty milk tea every day! Be our Tartar cattle and sheep! ”

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