Suddenly, he heard someone talking to him in his ear, and Murakami was startled, and then he was in ecstasy, because the voice was all too familiar, and it was his savior. Turning his head to follow the voice, he saw Yang Fan sitting by the window on the second floor, smiling and waving his hands at him.

There was not much time, and I saw Murakami send off his entourage, enter the teahouse alone, and come to Yang Fan. I saw Murakami say in surprise: "Yang Fanjun, don't come to harm? Because of his happiness, Murakami forgot that he had broken an arm, and only found out when he wanted to hold his fist. I couldn't help but think back to the situation of that day, and my face was miserable for a while.

Yang Fan stood up, hurriedly clenched his fists and said, "Come on, sit down, I brought good wine today, let's have two glasses of drink." With that, he personally moved the chair and let him sit down.

As for Ji Wu, he always stood on the side, while the two women restrained themselves. Although he didn't get up, Murakami didn't care.

Yang Fan took out two jars of good wine, handed them to Murakami, and personally opened them for him. Soon the aroma of wine filled the air, making Murakami almost slipped out of his saliva. Because it was a small wine jar, neither of them used a wine glass, so they just picked up the wine jar and touched it.

"Come on!"

"!"

Murakami took a sip of it, then put down the jar and wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth with his hands. With a full aftertaste, he said, "What a sake!"

His voice seemed to have a bitter aftertaste, and with the sorrow hidden in his eyes, it could be seen that his life after he came back was not easy. Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought a few of my subordinates to do such a low-level errand as patrolling the trading market outside. With his strength, he is also a leader in charge of thousands of people.

The two of them took another sip and put down the wine jar, and Yang Fan asked sympathetically, "Murakami-kun, you seem to be suffering in your heart, haven't you been doing a good time lately?

"Hey"

When Murakami heard this, he sighed heavily, took another sip to himself, and said after putting down the wine jar, "Yang Fanjun is right. Originally, after returning to Haicheng, although I was injured, at least my status was still guaranteed. However, some time ago, after the national division of Nasang Ma lost the battle in Fengguan, he came back and checked up and down. Say that someone colluded with the Terrans and betrayed the information. Hmph, bullshit collusion, I think he's just making excuses for his own defeat. But the identity of the person was there, and as a result, dozens of heads were cut off like turnips overnight. If it weren't for my broken arm, Yang Fanjun might not have seen me today. It's a blessing to be able to save a life, what are you talking about in the past?"

Speaking of sadness, Murakami picked up the wine jar again, and took another big sip.

The second daughter was eating, almost laughing, and pretended to be calm and took a sip of tea. Yang Fan also took a sip of the wine jar and put it down heavily.

At this time, Murakami saw five large jars of wine next to Yang Fan and the others, and naturally understood their intentions, so he forced a smile and said, "Don't mention me, Yang Fanjun, are you here to do this wine transaction this time, I just happened to be here, and you will return with a full load." Murakami patted his chest and made a package ticket.

"Oh, thank you Murakami-kun then. Originally, I planned to sell ten golden cakes for these five jars of wine, but since Murakami-kun took over, it would be better to have seven. ”

"Alas, how can it be done, Yang Fanjun came from afar, and the years are not peaceful, how can you make so little. After speaking, he directly paid out of his own pocket and took out ten palm-sized gold cakes and gave them to Yang Fan. After that, he said, "I will go out of this money directly, and if I change it to someone else, I'm afraid you will have to wait for a while." ”

"Thank you very much. Yang Fan hugged his fists and put away the golden cake with a smile. After that, he seemed to hesitate for a moment, but immediately picked up the wine jar and said, "Come, do it!"

Although the time was short, Murakami saw it clearly, raised his eyebrows, and immediately understood.

"!"

After a sip of wine, Murakami burped and looked around. Seeing that there were not many people on the second floor, he asked Yang Fan in a low voice, "Yang Fanjun, you seem to have some things, could it be that this time, you are also going to make a deal with the head?"

When Yang Fan heard this, he turned his eyes and said, "Oh, if there is this, you can do it together." But looking at the vicinity of this sea city, it seems that this transaction can't be done. It's okay, my drinks have already been sold, wait two days, I see a lot of rare things here, and I can make a lot of money by picking some back then. Murakami-kun doesn't have to worry about it, besides, it's an eventful time now, and Murakami-kun should take care of himself. Let's drink, let's do it!"

"!"

Murakami took a sip with him, but his eyes kept flipping, although Yang Fan didn't say it, how could he not see it. Yang Fan saw that his status was not as good as before, and he was worried that he would be suspected by Haicheng again. Thinking of this, Murakami was moved and at the same time very guilty.

Because Murakami was on duty right now, it didn't take long for him to get up and go back. After that, Yang Fan and others also went out of the teahouse and checked out the trading market on the street. Although the war continues, there are often many people who make this kind of war money. Therefore, in the bazaar, whether it is an alien merchant or a Terran merchant, they are all smiling, and they don't look hostile to each other at all. Moreover, in order to expand the scale of transactions, the alien side also reduced taxes and provided preferential treatment to Terran merchants.

At this time, Yang Fan saw in front of him, there was a Terran man about thirty years old selling his weapons to several alien warriors. There are spears made of bone, stone axes, etc., and what Yang Fan cares about the most is that there are even daggers made of bronze. Although the craftsmanship is crude, and the appearance of the production is ugly, at least it is a metal weapon. Grinding or rebuilding can still make a good thing. It is well known that today's Terran rulers absolutely forbid the private trade in metal products.

In order not to arouse suspicion, Yang Fan and the others did not go over directly, but when they accompanied the second daughter to purchase other items, they intentionally or unintentionally asked the merchant. It turned out that the weapon seller was called Nimbus, and he was a merchant from the East China Sea. Every five or six days he would come here with a few bronze tattered weapons, presumably a half-hung coppersmith who had opened a furnace to smelt privately.

After inquiring, Yang Fan and the others walked over and came to the stall called Yuyun.

"Yo, this master, come and change something, my weapons are all ancestral craftsmanship, and they are made after 7746 processes. Yuyun saw that a few people were dressed as merchants, thinking that they were here to exchange items, and seeing that Yang Fan and the four of them were dressed elegantly and cleanly, they were not comparable to small merchants like him. So I immediately came to the spirit and boasted about my goods one by one.

I saw that he took a bone spear, shook it, rubbed the tip of the spearhead with a piece of sheepskin, and said, "Uncle, look at this sharp blade, you can't hide it, this spearhead is made of the thigh bone of an adult brute bull." Solid and durable, it is not a problem to pierce ordinary leather armor. Look at the wooden pole of this spear, but it is made of the trunk of the fine locust tree, which is not only tough, but also resistant to fire. Look at this axe again."

Yang Fan ignored his explanation, how eyesight a few people had, the spear knew at a glance that it was fooling. At most, the spearhead is polished with wild boar bones, which is particularly crispy. Look at the wooden pole again, what kind of locust trees are there, and they are simply willow trees that can be seen everywhere. Therefore, this person explained for a long time, and no one paid attention to him at all.

I saw Yang Fan pick up a long copper dagger on the stall, clamp it on his finger and look at it.

Seeing that Yang Fan had taken a fancy to this dagger, this rain cloud immediately frowned. Because of these years, it doesn't matter what it is, as long as it is bronze and other metal products, the price is absolutely outrageously expensive. Although it is forbidden to sell privately in places under the jurisdiction of the Terrans, it is not under the control of the Terrans at the moment. With this kind of thing, I can sell hundreds of copper shells for each piece.

"Yo, uncle, you really have a vision, this dagger is my family's ancestral craft, and it has been forged and polished through eight hundred and sixty-seven processes. It can be said that it is extremely strong and extremely sharp, and it can be said to be a divine blade that blows hair and breaks hair. Look at this fine texture, look at this dazzling luster, see you know the goods, and give you a conscience price, three hundred copper shells. ”

The second daughter next to her couldn't help it, and hurriedly covered her small mouth with her jade hand and laughed secretly. This person is so good at blowing, and he doesn't even pause when he blows, which shows that his mouth is very good. This thing can be regarded as a divine blade, and it almost laughs off the two of them.

Yang Fan frowned, and at a glance, he found that this dagger seemed to look extremely awkward, because its tip was not smooth, and a closer look found that this should be a broken short sword resharpened. And looking at the hilt and blade of the sword, there are scratches all over it, it is indeed shiny, and it can be seen from the subtle places that this short sword should have been rusty, and it was also a polished thing. If you guess right, this is simply a rusty tatte that was picked up somewhere.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly, if this thing is placed on the territory of the human race, no one will want it if it is thrown on the street. Here he dared to ask for three hundred copper shells, don't be so tricky. Moreover, Yang Fan casually glanced at a few bronze weapons outside the order, which were also broken and repaired and polished, and then taken out to fool people. It seems that although this merchant has a conscience to be examined, he still did not harm the human race, but he is not guilty of death, otherwise Yang Fan and the others originally planned to make time to deal with it.

Yang Fan was about to throw the tattered back casually, but suddenly his hand touched a bit of rust at the end of the dagger that had not been polished. A faint strange feeling came, and Yang Fan's eyebrows immediately raised. I couldn't help but be a little surprised in my heart, this was dead gas, or corpse gas