Pi Dingtian traveled all the way north, and every time he arrived at a city, he would take out the token of the fire ryu, find the local secret agents, and give them instructions to find a visitor from the heavens. Along the way, he didn't dare to delay too much, and after conveying the instructions, he would leave immediately.

Pi Dingtian's cultivation is very high, although he is only a deacon on the Fire Eryrd, but his cultivation is definitely one of the best in the mortal world of the Yuhu Planet. It's just that in order not to be too shocking, he drove his horse along the way. Every day, it is as little as 300 miles as it is, and as many as thousands of miles. Everywhere he went, in addition to contacting the spies, what he had to do was change horses.

After all, Pi Dingtian only had three years, and if he couldn't find the mysterious visitor within three years, then he would be punished. He had to find a rough goal within two years, and with the remaining year, he could find his goal.

The Moke tribe in the Gujixing Wasteland will enter the city several times a year, and the main purpose of their entry into the city is to repair weapons and exchange animal skins and bones for daily necessities. For the Mok tribe, there were only three most important necessities of life: ironware, salt, and tea. And these three businesses are involved in Wangfu, which can be said to be the largest business in Guxing City.

Wang Ziqi learned that Lu Cheng wanted to see Mo Ke, the leader of the Moke tribe in the Gujixing Wasteland, and immediately ordered someone to look for him. However, Lu Cheng told him that Mo Ke was exchanging salt at the trading house in Wang's Mansion at this time.

"Mr. Lu, you have been in the Wang Mansion, how can you know Mo Ke's whereabouts?" Wang Ziqi asked in surprise, if Lu Cheng knew that Mo Ke had entered the city, he would not be surprised. But now that Lu Cheng actually knew that Mo Ke was in Wang's trading house, it would be too strange.

"It's my little secret, and I can't keep it from outsiders. Lu Cheng smiled mysteriously.

"I asked Sun Jinfa to invite Mok in person. Wang Ziqi said that Sun Jinfa can understand his own thoughts very well. With him personally on the horse, he must have handled the matter very satisfactorily.

"Thirty wolf skins, five tiger skins, and fifty rabbit skins, can only be exchanged for thirty catties of salt?" Mo Ke was very bored at this time, he took the tribe's recent harvest and wanted to exchange it for some salt, but he found a few, and the prices this year were ridiculously low.

"Prices are really a bit low this year. But this is because there is too much skin on the market. These skins of yours can only be exchanged for thirty catties of salt, and one pound cannot be more. "The shopkeeper of the trading house shook his head like a drum, most of the tribes in the Gujixing wasteland will come to Guxing City to exchange prey, they have already set the rules, the more hunting season, the lower the price.

"Thirty catties of salt is not enough for our tribe for three months, the shopkeeper. Can you give sixty pounds of salt. "Mock is almost twice as tall as the shopkeeper, but now for the sake of precious salt, he can only accompany the smiling face, which makes outsiders think it is very funny when they see it.

"There's no way, if you want sixty pounds of salt, you have to take twice as much skin. Perhaps, add ten more tiger skins. And the tiger skin must not have other wounds. The shopkeeper said.

"That's impossible, do you know how hard it is to hunt a tiger? Even if I take five more, I won't be able to take them out. Mock shook his head, now that the tribe's life was relatively stable, and with a water source, it attracted all the prey around it. Now the life of the Mok tribe is getting better and better, but the prices of ironware, salt and tea are starting to rise. Even the cloth. It also rose by 30%.

"Then it can't be helped. The shopkeeper sighed and said, the price of these skins is naturally more than thirty catties of salt, but Quangu Xingcheng only gives such a price, he can't break the rules.

"Are you the leader of the Mok tribe, Moke?" After Sun Jinfa arrived at the trading house, he saw a very tall Mok at a glance. He just listened to Lu Cheng describe Moke's appearance. Immediately decided that this should be the person he was looking for.

"I'm Mo Ke, who are you?" Mo Ke had always only dealt with the shopkeepers of the trading houses in the city, and he didn't know Sun Jinfa, the butler who was in charge of all the business in the Wang Mansion.

"I am Sun Jinfa, the housekeeper of the Wang Mansion, and your friend Lu Cheng is waiting for you in the mansion. Sun Jinfa said with a smile, but his heart was turbulent. Lu Cheng is a human or a ghost, Wang's Mansion is at least seven or eight miles away from this trading house, such a distance, Lu Cheng can actually know, this is unimaginable.

"Okay, I'll go, but now I have to change the salt. Mo Ke said with a smile, but he wouldn't go to see Lu Cheng right away. Although he had a good relationship with Lu Cheng, it was now the most important thing to solve the tribe's salt problem. As the leader of the Mok tribe, he knows which one is heavy and which one is light.

"Is this your skin?" asked Sun Jinfa as he looked at the neatly arranged pile of skins on the counter.

He wants to exchange sixty catties, but according to the current market, he can only exchange thirty catties at most. The shopkeeper saw Sun Jinfa open his mouth and asked, and said busily. Sun Jinfa looked very respectful in front of Wang Ziqi and Lu Cheng, but he was actually a powerful figure in Wang's mansion. Wang's business is basically in the hands of Sun Jinfa.

"Give him three hundred pounds of salt. Sun Jinfa glanced at the pile of skins, and the five tiger skins in the middle were particularly conspicuous. Don't say 300 catties of salt, even if it's just a tiger skin, you can exchange it for 300 catties of salt.

"Steward Sun, this ...... I'm afraid it's not appropriate, right?" The shopkeeper was dumbfounded, Wang Fu was the first family in Guxing City, and he was also the maker of various rules. If Wang Fu takes the lead in violating the regulations, how will Guxing City's business become big in the future?

"These skins were only exchanged for thirty pounds of salt, and the remaining two hundred and seventy pounds...... It was sent by the head of the house. Sun Jinfa groaned and said, isn't it just 300 catties of salt, even if it is exchanged for 3,000 catties, this business Wang Fu will also make money. Besides, Mo Ke was still Lu Cheng's friend, and he naturally didn't dare to offend Lu Cheng's friend. And he also knew that Wang Ziqi would definitely not blame himself after learning of his decision.

"If that's the case, then it's fine. The shopkeeper breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, it was Sun Jinfa's brain that turned fast. It did not violate the rules, but at the same time, it also benefited Mock and left his peers with nothing to say.

"Mo Ke, can you go back to Wang's Mansion with me to see Mr. Lu now?" Sun Jinfa asked with a smile. He really didn't think much of the tribal leaders in the Gujixing Wasteland. In his opinion, these people are all barbarians, they have not yet evolved, and they have a ** share in talking to them. But now that Mo Ke is Lu Cheng's friend, he can naturally only treat him as a guest.

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