With a flash of golden light, the figures of Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei appeared.

"Ah, where is this? It's beautiful. After perceiving it and finding that there was no danger, Ming Yanwei put the Sagittarius gold holy clothes into the space ring, and then danced happily in the grass and flowers like a happy elf.

"This is the Charles? Where do hobbits live? Yang Xin looked at the low house in the distance in the style of a Nordic fairy tale, as well as the halfling people coming in and out, and couldn't help muttering.

Compared to Ming Yanwei's cheerfulness, Yang Xin thought a lot, the world of Middle-earth is not dangerous to Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei at all, although there are gods in this world, but the gods must give up most of their power if they want to enter the Middle-earth world, even if these gods enter the Middle-earth continent in their heyday, Yang Xin does not think that these gods will pose any threat to himself and Ming Yanwei.

Yang Xin couldn't figure out the meaning of the Treasure Splitting System teleporting itself to this realm for a while. Suddenly, Yang Xin's brain flashed, the essence of the treasure distribution system is to seize luck, but how much luck can be obtained by interacting with the protagonist in this world? Even if you invest like Lu Buwei to win a stranger, it's just a strange commodity. If......

If a feudal domain is established in this realm, how great is the fortune of a country? Yang Xin faintly had a feeling.

"The dwarfs are hobbits?" Ming Yanwei, who had had had enough, pointed to the halfling who was walking towards her, and asked with a smile.

"That's right, they are the Hobbits, the branch of the Middle-earth people, also known as the Hobbits, they are the world-famous explorers and gourmets of Middle-earth, are they powerful...... Negligible and belongs to the camp of good order. Yang Xin explained lightly.

"Are you elves?" A group of hobbits came to Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei with a grin, and asked with a familiar look.

"What are they talking about? Is it English? Ming Yanwei frowned, unable to understand the words of the natives here.

Yang Xin put a little on Ming Yanwei's eyebrows, and directly bound the constant understanding of language, so that Ming Yanwei could understand the words of the hobbit. After letting Ming Yanwei understand the words of the local natives, Yang Xin looked at the group of hobbits and asked, "Why do you say that?" ”

"Because you're handsome and beautiful." A hobbit said.

"No, the elves have pointed ears, and their ears are the same as ours, they are Terrans." Another hobbit said.

"No, they're elves, and the Terrans aren't so handsome and beautiful." The hobbit who spoke first retorted.

"They're Terrans."

"They're elites."

The hobbits began to quarrel.

"Everyone, don't argue, don't argue, we are Terrans, not elves." Yang Xin hurriedly stopped, because this group of hobbits was too noisy and jumpy.

"Terrans can be so handsome and beautiful." The hobbit sighed repeatedly.

"Excuse me, is this the town of Shire?" Yang Xin asked knowingly.

"Of course, this is the town of Shire, where we hobbits live."

"Thanks, we're in the right place, and as a token of appreciation, I'm going to treat you to chocolate." Yang Xin said, and then with a wave of his hand, more than a dozen large pieces of chocolate appeared in his hand.

"Wow, what a magical means, are you magicians?" Hobbit curiosity begins to flare up.

"We are Terran rangers." Yang Xin explained as he handed out the chocolate in his hand to everyone.

"It's delicious." Hobbits have a penchant for food, and when they smell the rich aroma of chocolate, they can't wait to start eating it, and in a short time they eat it all.

"It's delicious, Terran Ranger, you treat us to chocolate, and I invite you to smoke our unique Shire tobacco." A little hobbit said, took out his pipe from his pocket, then filled the tobacco leaves, lit it, and handed it to Yang Xin.

Yang Xin tried to take two puffs, and found that this kind of tobacco was the same as the dry tobacco processed from his own tobacco in the seventies and eighties in the real world where Yang Xin lived.

"I also have tobacco here, please try it." Yang Xin waved his hand, and a box of soft China appeared in his hand, and Yang Xin tore open the package and smoked for these hobbits one by one.

After a burst of fog, Yang Xin's relationship with this group of hobbits was rapidly pulling.

"Terran Ranger, what are you doing in our Shire Town?" A hobbit asked, swallowing the clouds.

"We're tired of traveling the continent, and we've heard that you hobbits are hospitable and good at food, so we want to settle in Shire for a while." Yang Xin said.

"Oh, if you want to settle in Shire for a while, you have to get the mayor's permission, I'll take you to the mayor's house, trust me, just give the mayor a box of cigarettes, no, a cigarette, and the mayor will agree to settle here." A hobbit patted his chest and said, then led Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei straight to the mayor's house.

Yang Xin settled in Shire for the price of a box of cigarettes, and then for the price of a cigarette, the hobbits built a very hobbit-style villa for himself and Ming Yanwei. Coincidentally, Yang Xin's next door is Bilbo Baggins, the protagonist of The Lord of the Rings prequels and The Hobbit.

Looking at Baggins's face and quietly probing Yang Xin, Yang Xin finally determined that the hobbit had not yet started, and Yang Xin simply settled in the town of Charles and opened a cigarette shop.

When all kinds of cigarettes were put out, it caused an earthquake in the whole town of Shire, and after tasting the cigarettes put out by Yang Xin, the hobbits' tobacco leaves that had been passed down for an unknown number of years were thrown into the corners and went to buy Yang Xin's cigarettes.

Yang Xin doesn't need money, hobbits can barter, they can also help cook, clean, build furniture and so on in various ways to exchange for cigarettes, Yang Xin is not a good person, and extremely generous, just like that, Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei easily mingled with the hobbits, integrated into the town of Shire, and became friends with Baggins.

Yang Xin also took out the liquor of Shenzhou, Unfortunately, hobbits are not dwarves and are not very good at drinking, and Baggins is the same, he is not good at drinking, but Baggins is good at cigarettes, and from time to time he runs to Yang Xin's side to give cigarettes, and even takes out a lot of strange things to exchange with Yang Xin.

Between coming and going, it couldn't be more ripe, just like that, Yang Xin and Ming Yanwei had a very beautiful pastoral life, which was also Yang Xin's intention, Ming Yanwei collapsed too tightly in the main god space, and one by one is the king.

Unfortunately, the idyllic life did not last long, and just as Yang Xin and Baggins were lazily sitting on the bench outside and swallowing the clouds, a gray robe came into Yang Xin's eyes.

"Hi, Gandalf." Baggins said hello lazily, still spitting into the clouds. Baggins wanted to hand Gandalf a cigarette, but after thinking about it, he felt a little reluctant, so he shoved the cigarette in his pocket deep into his pocket.

"Gandalf." Yang Xin glanced at Gandalf, flicked his fingers, and a cigarette flew towards Gandalf in a graceful arc.

Gandalf took it, pushed Baggins in, sat down, put the cigarette between his nose, and then sniffed deeply, "Is this smoke?" ”

Gandalf skillfully stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, and then felt for the flint and steel to light it, when a flame appeared in front of Gandalf's eyes, Gandalf was stunned and asked curiously, "What is this?" ”

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