Robb Stark took a shower and slept soundly, and when Robb came out, he found that his clothes were gone.

"Your clothes are burning." Bran walked in with a large pile of clothes.

"My coat is made of shadow lynx skin, how many can there be in the North?!" Robb shouted, then stunned, "What are you wearing?" ”

"Your Excellency Yang Xin said that your clothes are full of parasites, if you want to live longer, you will be killed by these parasites, this is the clothes that Your Excellency Yang Xin has prepared for you, come, I will help you wear them." Bran said casually.

Yang Xin prepared a complete set of clothes for Robb Stark, from underwear to outerwear, from socks and cotton boots to fur hats, this kind of modern clothes, without Bran's help, Robb Stark really may not be able to wear them.

Yang Xin used a big treasure in the Marvel world in exchange for Nick Fury, the black-hearted director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the military supplies of the Mi Army during World War II came in handy, and Yang Xin directly took out 200 Mi Army winter combat uniforms from them, and let Robb Stark, a group of natives, wear them.

"It's so light, it's so soft, it's so warm, it's so comfortable!" Robb Stark jumped up and down excitedly, feeling like he had lost more than ten pounds. Robb Stark, who put on this suit, directly left behind his coat made of shadow bobcat skin, which was so heavy that it was so comfortable.

Yang Xin...... How many sets of these clothes did you give us? Robb Stark asked quietly as he pulled Bran aside.

Robb Stark wanted to call Yang Xin by his name as the young wolf lord, but seeing Yang Xin treating his party so politely and his strength so strong, Shu Bai Stark subconsciously added the word "Your Excellency" to show respect.

"Two hundred sets. Each of the knights has twenty sets, and you, me, and Jon have three sets, and the hundred farmers have one set, for a total of one hundred and twenty-three sets, and although I have sent two knights back, I have left one set for each of them, and there are seventy-seven sets left. Bran also whispered.

"Each of the peasants has one of these clothes?" Robb Stark's voice jerked up twice, then immediately lowered his voice.

"Yes, one for one person." Bran replied dryly.

"No, we have to take it back, let Jon take it back, how can those farmers wear such expensive clothes?" Robb said as he paced back and forth.

"But Your Excellency Yang Xin has already burned their clothes, do you want to freeze them to death when you take them back?" Bran's eyes widened.

"Send eight knights to send the remaining seventy-seven sets of clothes back to Winterfell, and then bring back one hundred and fifty-four new sets of clothes, and exchange them with the peasants, two for one, which is too wasteful for them to wear." Robb Stark came up with a solution in the blink of an eye.

"However, this is sent out by His Excellency Yang Xin, do you want to exchange with the farmer, do you need to consider His Excellency Yang Xin's position and face?" Bran asked in a whisper.

"Damn it!" Robb Stark slammed his fists together, forgetting about Yang Xin. If you force those farmers to change their clothes, it is equivalent to taking Yang Xin too seriously.

"Since Your Excellency Yang Xin even gave this kind of clothes to the farmer, it means that there are a lot of such clothes, can we get them by trading?" Bran rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.

Robb Stark thought it was a good idea, but he was only the son of the Duke, the future lord of the North, not yet, and Eddard Stark was required for such a large-scale transaction, so Robb Stark wrote a long letter recording everything that happened here and what he thought, and sent eight horsemen to escort the remaining seventy-seven suits of clothing plus this letter, and galloped to Winterfell.

The northern border is located in the north of the Seven Kingdoms, plus the winter is approaching, the days are short, the nights are very long, with the help of Jon Snow arranged the housing of the hundred farmers, after distributing the farm tools, the sky gradually darkened, Yang Xin simply held a dinner party in the main city of the newly built city.

"it!" As soon as Robb Stark entered the hall, he was blinded by the white and bright energy-saving lamp, and he had a thousand words in his chest. to express the stirring of their hearts.

At this time, Robb Stark, the future lord of the North, had a kind of small peasant in the countryside who entered the high-end residence

Feeling, carefully did not dare to move, for fear of not paying attention to destroy the objects in the hall, in the eyes of Robb Stark, any object in the hall is a priceless treasure.

Needless to say, the crystal clear goblet Robb had seen it at the banquet in Winterfell last night, but the cups and spoons and saucers that were as white as jade were like works of art, not only could not find a trace of flaws, but the patterns carved on the outside were beautiful, which was still known by himself, and there were many utensils that he did not know, which greatly opened the eyes of Robb Stark and his party, Robb Stark estimated that if he really broke such a set of utensils, he could not afford to sell them.

Luckily, Robb Stark knew where he was sitting. Robb Stark sat next to him, and Bran Stark was also cautiously next to Robb, plus Ming Yanwei, a total of four people sat in the main seat.

Ten knights sat in the next seat, two were sent by Bran to deliver instant noodles to Winterfell, and eight were sent by Robb Stark to deliver clothes to Winterfell, and now only ten knights remained. These ten knights are also very restrained, although they have also been in the main hall of Winterfell, but they have never seen such a golden living room, so they can only learn from Robb and Bran, and sit down solemnly.

Further down were the hundred peasants, ten people at a table, Robb and the knights had not yet lost face, and the hundred peasants did not even know which one to take first, and they were as stiff as puppets, standing outside the gate and not daring to come in.

Yang Xin had no choice but to quietly let Smaug change into a human, let Smaug act as a waiter, and arrange for these hundred farmers to sit down, even if these hundred farmers sat down, they were like marionettes, and they didn't dare to move, until the food came up, and there was a few fresh atmospheres.

Yang Xin waved his hand, and a series of delicacies that had never been seen before by the natives of the Westeros continent appeared on the table in front of everyone, just smelling the aroma, Spersuck knew that his own food was pig food compared to this, and it was not even as good as pig food.

"Jon, come here." Yang Xin waved to Jon Snow outside the door.

"Your Excellency, although Jon is my brother, he is an illegitimate child, and according to the rules of Westeros, an illegitimate child cannot be put on the table." Robb whispered in Yang Xin's ear.

"Jon, he's not an illegitimate child, if you have any questions, ask your father. Bran, take a seat back and give your brother a seat. Yang Xin said.

Bran obediently sat back and freed up his seat.

Jon Snow, who was hiding outside the door, tried to run, but was caught by Smaug, Jon Snow tried to struggle, but found that Smaug's hands were like iron hoops, and Jon Snow couldn't break free no matter how hard Jon Snow tried. Of course, he can't break free, Jon Snow no longer has Targaryen blood, and it is not as noble as Smaug's bloodline, Smaug is now a low-level black iron dragon, much more noble and powerful than the three dragons that are about to appear in Westeros, not to mention that the three dragons that are about to appear can't even speak, and they can't compare with Smaug at all.

Jon Snow was carried into the room by Smaug and tucked into the seat between Robb and Bran.

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