After eating the legs of two stewed chickens and a large piece of pork knuckle meat, Lu Jingzhi finally couldn't move. It's so rare to be able to eat such delicious things in the world of the undead. In fact, according to his previous taste, these things did not have spices or side dishes, and they were completely local in the countryside, but fortunately there was no shortage of salt here. His tongue, which he hadn't seen in a long time, almost regarded it as the first delicacy in the world of the undead.

"Silly big, silly two, four-nine, have you eaten well?" Lu Jingzhi gasped, his eyes still looking directly at the pork knuckle on the plate. A big elbow cut six pieces, and after eating only one piece, he could not eat anything else. The bowl of wheat rice in front of him had not been touched at all.

The village chief deliberately filled their bowls with small pieces of minced pork and chicken so that they could chew on them. The tender chicken and fragrant pork bite into the mouth, the smooth touch stimulates the taste between the tongue, and the salty soup wrapped in the ripe wheat grains melts in the mouth, and the foolish two people can't help but swallow it after two rough bites, and then eat the next bite.

Sijiu looked at the stupid brothers' eating appearance, shook his head contemptuously, and scolded a rough man with disdain in his heart, but completely ignored the fact that there were the most bones in front of him. In fact, he can't be blamed for this, the stupid two people don't spit out bones when they eat chickens, not to mention that the village chief uses small chickens, and they are very broken, even if it is a big bone, he can't help the two brothers' big teeth chew violently, and they have already turned into scum and swallowed it. The young master of his own family ate chicken thighs, and the bones were carefully removed, so naturally there was nothing in front of him. Only Sijiu ate the most difficult and delicious chicken neck and chicken wings, and of course a bunch of bones.

This meal, from the evening until dark, the village chief uncle served three meals and two times of chicken in a row, and the stupid two people ate to their heart's content. Sijiu helped the satisfied strange young master to inspect these tall trees in the woods.

"Uncle Village, pack what I just eat, pack a portion, and let Silly Da send it to Wensha Castle tomorrow morning, and say it's for Miss Sugar Candy. Lu Jingzhi had the intention to let Tangtang also improve the food, but remembered Tangtang's kind nature of having something to eat, and knew that if he only gave one portion, it was estimated that Yinxin would have to eat at least half of it, so he called the village chief and said: "Uncle Village, pack two portions, there is still someone to eat there." ”

The village chief and uncle happily went to make arrangements, although he had to hand over a lot of grain, poultry and livestock this year, but fortunately, he didn't have to hand over people. The babies born are all from the village, and there is no need for any less adults. Moreover, these livestock used to pay taxes do not use half of the amount of raising, as long as they raise more at the end of the year, talent is the foundation of the development of the village. As for the knight who wants to get more food, what does it count? The village chief and uncle made up his mind to give more, and when the knight got used to eating this bite, he would not think about taking people to deduct taxes.

"Forty-nine, is there any place where we can buy things? I've been thinking about getting some decent equipment for them in Baghdad for the past few days. Lu Jingzhi walked for a while, and the feeling of fullness in his stomach slowly dissipated, and only then did he have the energy to think about some things.

"This young master, the little one really knows a little bit about this. Sijiu helped Lu Jingzhi, turned around from the woods, and walked back, "The little one used to be with the master's family, and I had contact with the seller. They brought goods and exchanged them with the Duke of Windsor. ”

Bartering? In this case, the cheapness is made by the merchants.

"Is it a large transaction? don't they use currency?" Lu Jingzhi asked.

Sijiu thought for a while and replied, "Big or not, this little one doesn't understand." However, each time, several truckloads of sulfur and ice fruits were pulled away, and it took more than half a day to move all the things that were put down into the warehouse. ”

That's quite a lot. Lu Jingzhi nodded, and asked again: "Is the thing traded the same every year?"

Sijiu said: "I don't know about this little one, I only know that what they took away was all produced in the village near our castle." But the things traded are different from year to year, sometimes they are undead warhorses, and there are also armor weapons. Every year, however, the Duke would scold the caravans of the merchants, saying that they were a group of vampires. ”

That's right, bartering is to exchange high-value things for low-value things, and it's not blood-sucking ghosts - well, sucking blood or not, they're all ghosts.

"Don't they use currency?" After Lu Jingzhi finished asking, he glanced at the confused Sijiu, and added: "It's gold coins." Why don't you buy and sell things with those gold coins?" he had seen gold coins, and there were quite a few gold coins in the private collection of the tax collectors before Bergo. Although I couldn't read the patterns and words on it, I knew that it was very old.

"This young master, do you mean to use gold?" Sijiu's eyes became strangely eager, "I've heard that they also trade gold and steel, especially gold, a small piece of gold cake can be exchanged for a lot of things. But if you want to trade gold, you have to go to the capital. In our castle, no one uses this. When Sijiu said this, he suddenly remembered something, paused slightly, and exclaimed: "This young master, the gold coin you are talking about is the kind of small gold cake they said, right?"

"yes, yes. You're so smart. Lu Jing sarcastically mocked him absentmindedly, "Sijiu, I heard that villages like the border village, as well as the village where you were born, don't they produce their own food? ”

"This young master, it's not that we refuse to plant, it's that we refuse to produce grain in the field after planting. "In a place like a border village, only a few kinds of trees can be planted, but not crops." In our Bingguoshu Village, we also planted crops without hanging ears. However, there are still people who plant every year, and there are not many seeds, so it's probably just a thought. ”

The people of Bingguo Village have always had a bit of a quirky tradition, and growing millet is one of them, but from sowing to harvesting, it has been reduced to a ritual. In the village, a small plot of land is symbolically opened, fenced off, and the land is prepared on the day of the spring equinox, sown on the day of the valley rain, and harvested on the day of the summer. Only the village chief's family has the right to do these things, in order to foreshadow a better harvest next year.

Lu Jingzhi touched the tall Mu He and asked, "This thing can't be grown?"

Sijiu nodded and said, "This young master, the soil in the border village is different from here. The soil here is good, but the soil over there is sour. As for our side, it's okay to plant ice fruit trees, but if you plant this kind of tree, you won't have so much water. ”

Lu Jingzhi said: "Doesn't the ice fruit tree need to be watered?"

Sijiu said: "No, those trees are very durable, and they can survive just by the annual rain." And the less rain there is, the higher the quality of the fruit. ”

Lu Jingzhi remembered that a high-quality ice fruit could top dozens of ice fruits of average quality, but it turned out to be related to rain.

"Then did you eat everything from the castle?" Lu Jingzhi remembered that the food in the border village was brought by the tax collection team when the tax was levied, and it was exchanged for sulfur. A few baskets of sulfur can be exchanged for a year's worth of food for the whole village, and the same is true for ice fruits.

"Yes, this young master, those who eat too little, and they are only enough for the whole village to eat half full, so many times I have to go outside to find some wild vegetables or something, and sweet radishes are good. Sijiu thought back to when he was young, although he was half hungry and half full, he had no worries about his life. When you get to the castle, there is no shortage of food, but if you make a mistake, you may lose your life. Fortunately, I met this strange young master, although he has a big temper, but he is still very good to his subordinates.

As he was talking, the village chief's uncle's house had arrived, and Lu Jingzhi secretly had a plan in his heart at this time, he wanted to establish an orderly economic environment on the territory of Duke Wensha, so that Duke Wensha would be richer, so that the humans under his rule could have more living space.

The village chief has already prepared some food, wrapped it and put it in the well, and soaked it in water in a wooden barrel, so that it can maintain the taste and quality of freshly cooked food as much as possible like a natural refrigerator. To say that this mountain front village, only half a day's journey away from the castle, and just guard the side of the avenue, backed by the West Kunlun Mountain, is an ancient march to the key place. I heard that there was a stockade here more than a thousand years ago, but it was forced to be demolished after surrendering to the undead.

"Uncle Village, where does this avenue lead?" Lu Jingzhi chatted with the village chief without saying a word, "It seems that this road is often walked, and it is so wide, and there are no weeds on it." ”

"My lord, this avenue is the capital of the country. The village chief is also a chattering person, "You are still young, and you may not have heard much about this avenue." ”

"Is there a story on this avenue?" Seeing that there was a story to hear, Lu Jingzhi naturally became interested. He was a child who loved to listen to stories from an early age, but his father either didn't have time to tell him stories, or he told them very shortly.

"It's an old way. The village elder recalled the story told to him by the older generation, touched his beard, and said, "Legend has it that this ancient road was opened by the new Han people more than a thousand years ago. At first it was only two tracks wide, and later it was expanded to four tracks. ”

"Uncle Village, how wide is a track?" Lu Jingzhi had no idea about these units of measurement.

"One track, almost two steps longer than the young man under you. "Uncle Village Chief doesn't have an accurate number, but Lu Jingzhi can feel that the first track should be between one meter and eight to two meters.

"What happened later?" Lu Jingzhi asked, he listened to the story, and if there was an interruption in the middle, he would ask a question so that people could continue to tell.

"In our Han people and those ghosts...... In the decades when the undead were fighting, this was a direct route to the national capital. Our village has a legend from the old people, saying that the most time is that the cars are connected, people are connected to each other, and horses are connected to each other. "The village chief doesn't know what the so-called people are connected to each other and horses are tailed, but he only knows that the old man said so, and of course he said so.

"Later, our Han people lost, and the undead adults occupied this place, and the road was deserted. Later, when I heard that some of the adults in the south were fighting with other adults, the road became an important road again, and slowly it changed from a small road that was trodden out to a large road where horses could be marched. Later, the traffic between the city and the city, and between the fort and the fort also took here, and this gradually expanded from the main road to the current wide avenue, with one and a half tracks in the narrowest place and two tracks in the widest place. ”

When the village chief said this, Lu Jingzhi was already asleep. Although the old story is good, it does not make people too interested, and he has in mind how to use this avenue to make some money. Thinking about it, I naturally fell asleep.

If you want to know what happens next, let's see the next breakdown.