Zhang Yuan roasted the sweet potatoes with charcoal, roasted them with a little charred, and tore off the skin, and the inside was a soft and tender golden thread, and the taste was glutinous and fragrant. As delicious as honey, the clawed druids smiled as they ate.

Recently, there have often been some armed guards riding tall horses from the south to the Windwhispering tribe in the north to welcome the orc and human merchants there to return home.

Most of the orc and human merchants will return to China at this time, and by the way, they will bring all their income and goods for the year, and then prepare the goods for the next year. Since the first snowfall, the number of merchants has gradually increased, and the Loess Gobi has to welcome a brigade every day or two.

Although there were no bridges over the wide Feimao River, Zhang Yuan asked the slaves to build a "pontoon bridge" composed of dozens of large ships, which could form a fleet and a pontoon bridge when the large team passed by.

The spaciousness of those greeting the merchant troops of the Terran and Orc clans dazzled Zhang Yuan's eyes, and the chain armor and steel swords on the bodies of those ordinary knights made Zhang Yuan, who lived in a country where steel was scarce, couldn't help but salivate with red eyes.

These wealthy Terrans and Orcs even have chain mail around their necks.

Zhang Yuan looked at these rich human races and orc races, how could he let them go? The orc merchants and the mercenaries who protected them expressed their strong displeasure at the toll booth that suddenly appeared on the south bank of the Feimao River, especially since the price was so high.

Because, the Feiye toll is floating, and there is no clear price, and it depends on the number of people in these Terran retinues and the number of people who have a wide range. Watching people put down dishes, they should be slaughtered, Zhang Yuan's purpose is this.

The division of labor at Feiye Ferry is very clear, Zhang Yuan is responsible for negotiations, and Li Jubing, the proprietress of Feiye, is responsible for collecting money, plus some strong men of several vassal clans of the fox and fake tiger and the tree demons in the militia are shouting on the side.

Zhang Yuan felt that except for a few weak vassals and tree demons in the militia, they were quite good and could support the scene at the toll booth. If the others were to stay at the toll booth, the regular territorial toll booth would immediately be perceived as a pergola built by powerful bandits.

The militia under Zhang Yuan were generally too violent in appearance, and after Zhang Yuan's strict physical training during this time, these militiamen have been reborn. The snow monster warriors were originally terrifying enough in strength, but after a series of training designed by Zhang Yuan, they all increased their strength by at least half. The makulas, who used to have fat bellies, now have all their abdominal muscles in lumps, and a half-hugging log will break with just one leg and one clip. Not to mention the puppet warriors, whose metal bodies look hideous.

The toll booth on the bank of the Feimao River was blocked by a dense bread forest, and if something really happened, he could rush over directly, so Zhang Yuan strictly forbade these big militiamen to show their heads casually, so as not to scare others.

Now Zhang Yuan has nothing to do every day, just train them hard, squats, weightlifting, boxing, weight-bearing long-distance running, and water exercises, so as not to let them be tired half to death, and then take a bath and drink, and finally go back to the cave to sleep.

In the face of the toll booth in the Flying Fur Territory, most of the Terran merchants and orc merchants were quite polite. However, there are also two hundred and five who are not long-eyed, and they want to tease that peerless beauty with a cheeky face. However, they soon calmed down, and those tree demons under Zhang Yuan would make them sober up in the cold waters of the Feimao River all at once.

In the territory of the kingdom, fighting with a group of warriors exclusive to a group of noble lords, no human race has such courage. The main reason is that the Talon Druid Officer Xiu Xiong Si is always hanging around with a big axe as big as a door panel, and the Talon Druid is alive and well, and he looks a little rougher. Especially the long-handled axe that was as huge as the door panel, and to the physique of the human race and the orc race, the axe was simply the door panel of their own home.

Protests are naturally indispensable, and there are also orc merchants and Terran merchants who have vowed to come back next year to appeal to the Noble Inspectorate of the Wind Whispering Tribe. Lan Yue never dreamed that her apprentice grandson was such a black-hearted person, and she regretted for a while that she instructed him to build a ferry to collect tolls.

Zhang Yuan has studied the law of the Night Elf territory very thoroughly for a while, which is the basis for him to harvest wealth without being convicted.

"Within the territory, the lord has the right to collect appropriate taxes, if you feel that the taxes are unbearable, you can choose other roads to return to China, the radius of five hundred miles from east to west of the Feimao River is the scope of the Feiye Territory. You can choose to land five hundred miles downstream of the Feimao River and then return to your homeland. The sly smile on the face of the leader made the orc and human merchants depressed for a while.

How is it possible to go five hundred miles downstream for a detour? A rough road five hundred miles away requires at least six or seven hundred miles, so how long will it take! The merchants of the two clans complained and still had to pay for it. Even Zhang Yuan's old acquaintance, Boss Noahi, also went back from here a few days ago, and the proud Noahfei was slaughtered by Zhang Yuan, who held a grudge, and he also obediently handed over Li Jubing's jade pendant last time in exchange for money to buy the road.

"Our tolls are not quite the same as your Terran measurement algorithm, I forgot to tell you." Zhang Yuan patted Boss Noah Fei on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "The price will increase next time I come back, remember to bring enough gold coins." ”

Noah Fei was very angry at the time, and his fat body trembled for a while, and he wanted to scold. However, a huge white-skinned giant with a cold expression and a huge spear on his back silently emerged from behind the smiling Flying Leaf Leader Yuan, and Noafi immediately remembered the guy who was pinched by the puppet warrior and rolled his eyes, and the warrior in front of him was one size bigger than the other, and the palms looked like a windmill.

Noah Fei immediately swallowed the scolding that came to his throat again. Zhang Yuan looked at the intoxicating beauty and desolation in front of him, and drained the wine in his cup in one gulp.

The banshee horn soldier of the Yin Yang Forest on the arrow tower on the top of the Loess Gobi sounded the military horn polished by the river conch shell, and the desolate horn pulled Zhang Yuan's thoughts back to reality.

The Loess Gobi is 400 meters high, coupled with the arrow tower built by more than 10 meters high trees, even if the Yin Yang Forest Banshee Clan Northern Yellow Forest Banshee is short in stature, it also ensures that the Loess Gobi can be seen within a radius of 100 miles. The militiamen also dropped their wine glasses, craned their necks and looked into the distance, one by one. "Hey...... It looks like another fat sheep has come to the door! Zhang Yuan jumped up from the easy chair.

Zhang Yuan stood at the toll booth on the bank, squinting at the opposite side, the river was very windy, and the shirtless Zhang Yuan's blown hair was dancing wildly. Roar stood on his shoulder, and he didn't know what snack to chew in his mouth.

It is said to be a toll booth, but it is actually a thatched shed, Li Jubing and two maids who can count sit in it, and several stoves are resting in front of them, bringing out a soft warmth.

While enjoying the rare warmth of this winter day, the little beauty draws the surrounding environment with a thin pen.

Not far away, a band of robber slaves were digging a moat, and jackals, kobolds, and human robbers were carrying the colorful pebbles back and forth with rattan baskets, which were used to divert water into the bread groves, which did not need to be deep, but needed irrigation.

The soil here is hard, their progress is slow, and the flying leaves have no iron tools, only shovels made of wood.

Several large wooden boats came from the north bank of the Feimao River. It seems that they refused to use big boats to build pontoon bridges to cross the river, Zhang Yuan thought to himself.