It is not far from the stall where the old gentleman writes letters to Taiheju, and the road is very easy to walk. Go straight to the first intersection, turn in, and walk to the end.

There are very few Taihe Curie people at this time, and the people of the Western Regions do not have the habit of drinking tea in the afternoon. They still prefer to drink alcohol rather than tea. Therefore, Taiheju is at the stall of dinner and also sells alcohol. If such an impure teahouse is opened in the north of Dawei, there must be no business. People will think that the tea house that sells wine will definitely not have a good quality of tea.

From afar, Zhao Rang saw Yuan Mingkong sitting there alone, with a few empty plates and three teapots on the table.

Luo Beard must have sent someone to stare at Yuan Mingkong all the time, and even he knew so clearly that he had drunk three pots of milk tea.

After eating the last dried apricot, Yuan Mingkong saw Zhao Rang sit down.

He is clearly not of a high nature.

Anyone who sits in the same place for a long time with nothing to do will surely be like this.

Especially if he can't understand what the people around him say, it's even more boring.

"I knew you're coming."

Zhao Rang asked:

"How do you know?"

Yuan Mingkong looked at a table diagonally opposite and said:

"The man at that table just left."

The beard did not stalk in the dark, but let people sit beside Yuan Mingkong generously. gale

Zhao Rang saw that there were also several empty plates on the table, as well as three teapots. It seems that that person is also as boring as Yuan Mingkong.

Whether it's being stared at or staring at, it's pretty much the same.

"Is there a shadow of a middleman?"

Yuan Mingkong pouted and shook his head.

In order not to miss it, he drank three pots of milk tea, but he didn't relieve himself. Finally waiting for Zhao Rang to come back, he quickly got up and went to the thatched house behind the stairs to release the pressure.

"That's what you've learned from walking for so long? A bunch of little clay figurines?? ”

Yuan Mingkong asked when he came back and saw the clay figure on the table.

The initial plan of the two was for Zhao Rang to try his luck at the ready-to-wear shop and other corners of the market. Although the appearance of the beard had an impact, Yuan Mingkong didn't think it was a reason for Zhao Rang to get back a bunch of rags.

The clay figurines are not yet dry, and touching them will stain the fingerprints, making them even more worn......

"Can't you see the difference between these clay figurines?"

Hearing Zhao Rang say this, Yuan Mingkong put on a bit of a positive face, took a closer look, and said:

"It's pretty good, it's vivid. Who are these people? ”

Zhao Rang replied:

"It's all outsiders who showed up in the green shirts last night."

Yuan Mingkong suddenly became excited:

"That's ...... here."

"This is Wei Xingshu!"

Yuan Mingkong carefully took Wei Xingshu's clay figurine, looked at it countless times before he carefully put it down, without saying a word, unable to see what he was thinking.

"What's the matter, don't you say it's rubbish now?"

Zhao Rang teased.

Yuan Mingkong smiled embarrassedly, and changed the topic and said:

"Although I haven't seen a real person yet, it's still a bit of a trance when the legendary characters are placed in front of me like this."

Zhao Rang agreed with him, adding:

"And after the excitement, it will immediately become lonely."

Yuan Mingkong was silent.

Because he has begun to fall lonely.

After a long pause, he continued:

"Since it has been determined that everyone was killed by Wei Xingshu, have you found out the whereabouts of Princess Amani?"

Zhao Rang shook his head and said:

"Not only has the whereabouts not been found, but even whether the person was killed by Wei Xingshu is uncertain."

Yuan Mingkong's eyes widened.

Isn't this something that was determined before coming out of the green shirts? What's more, there are still people who see it really and pinch out all the clay figures.

"Because there are still two people I don't know who came out of the green shirt in about the same time."

"And didn't take the main road."

Yuan Mingkong asked rhetorically:

"You believe what the man said?"

Zhao Rang leaned back in his chair, looked at the sky with his eyes, and said:

"Because he's a gambler."

Yuan Mingkong said disdainfully:

"The gambler's words can't be believed! Ten gambles and nine frauds, gamblers are good at deceiving people! ”

Zhao Rang said lightly:

"A gambler may be like this to the dealer, but a true gambler must abide by the four words of willingness to gamble and lose."

After that, without waiting for Yuan Mingkong to refute again, Zhao Rang directly put the two clay figures of men and women in the Western Regions in front of Yuan Mingkong.

"I don't know either. And this woman can't even see her face clearly! ”

What Yuan Mingkong said was exactly the same as Zhao Rang.

It was meant to be a stroke of luck, but unfortunately luck wasn't on their side this time.

"Let's go to the ready-to-wear store, if you haven't seen it, call it a day today!"

The ready-to-wear shop that Hedier said, Zhang San inquired about several people and didn't ask for a name. Zhao Rang looked at him with a disgraced face, and couldn't help but say:

"Don't just pick at the three words of ready-to-wear shops, just ask where there are clothes for sale."

In a different way, Zhang San soon inquired.

There are actually no ready-to-wear shops in the Northwest Market.

The reason is simple, people here can't afford it.

The Northwest Market only has clothing shops, that is, old clothes made of very poor materials, or worn by people.

In this business, the buying and selling situation is very complicated, and there are many insiders.

Zhao Rang heard Ximen Dazhuang say that the earliest developer of his family relied on two face-to-face clothing shops. It can be seen that there is definitely a lot of oil and water in the torn clothes, and you can't help but eat and wear without worrying about it, and you can also expand your territory and earn gold and silver.

One of the most important rules is that you will not return or change your clothes, but whenever you go home and find a big problem, you have to endure it, and you deserve to be unlucky.

That's why it's always dark in the clothes shop...... Otherwise, if the small holes in the soot and the insects are mutilated by the buyers, can they still be wanted? If it's darker, many people can't see it if they don't pay attention, and if they pay in a daze, the deal will be completed.

"Have you ever been to the clothes shop?"

As soon as Zhao Rang finished asking, he regretted it......

The majestic Seven Princes, even if they are the most unpopular, will not be reduced to wearing old clothes.

"I've been, I like old things the most!"

Yuan Mingkong's answer was beyond Zhao Rang's expectations.

"When you get back to the north, I'll take you around, that shop is not only old clothes, but also a lot of interesting things!"

As he spoke, he walked to the door of the clothing shop.

A smell of skin kept pouring out from inside, not only invading Zhao Rang's nasal cavity, but also making his eyes a little unable to open.

When the guy at the clothing shop saw three people standing at the door, he immediately bent down and gave a chest salute, and politely invited them in.

In Dawei, the work of the clothing shop is divided into two types: earning wages and not earning wages.

The earner has a fixed amount of money every month, and the shopkeeper takes care of a lunch. If it is a non-earning job, the store hires it without any expenses, and it does not care about food, and the income of the month is determined by the amount of money sold and the price of the work. ”

Every piece of clothing in the shop has two price codes, one bright and one dark. For example, if a person wants to buy a leather robe, the guy will know what the code of the dress is at a glance. And the price quoted to the buyer is all based on his lips and touches. As long as it is not lower than the price of the code, everything is as he wants. When it is sold, even if it is higher than the password when the account is kept, it is the change, and the boss and the guy are half of each. How much can be shared, buying a house or food, it all depends on the personal ability of the guy, so many people are willing to be "change workers" who do not earn wages.

"Master, he asked you two what clothes you want to buy. I also said that you two are really in the right place, this is the most complete store in the northwest market, up to ninety-nine, down to just go, all can be bought. ”

Zhang San translated to Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong word for word.

Judging from the man's incision, he was eighty percent of a change worker.

However, Zhao Rang didn't come to buy clothes, he came to touch the middleman.

At this time, the shop was empty, and there was only one guy supporting him, and Zhao Rang had no idea.

Suddenly I thought that my coat was used as a pocket, and the clay figure was already stained, so it was better to buy a new one, and not talk back on the price, so that the guy could make more change, so that it would be easier to say later.

"You tell him I'm going to buy a smock."

Zhang San relayed Zhao Rang's words, and the guy nodded again and again, and at the same time walked behind Zhao Rang and estimated the width of his shoulders with his arms.

While rummaging, the guy was still muttering, Zhang San wanted to translate, but was stopped by Zhao Rang waving his hand. It must be some innocuous flattery and boasting, it is better not to listen to the ears and make the roots of the ears pure.

"Master, he asked you to try this."

The guy handed over a cowhide smock, with fine stitches and solid materials, the key is that it is still very new, and Zhao Rang took a fancy to it at a glance.

"Is it pretty?"

Yuan Mingkong looked up and down and said:

"Very energetic, a few inches taller!"

The man quoted three taels of silver.

Zhao Rang knew that this dress was definitely not worth it, but the weather was good today, and he was in a good mood, so he didn't care about it at all.

Satisfied, wearing new clothes, Zhao Rang hid the knife back inside.

The guy saw Zhao Rang's knife and pointed at it and said a lot of words.

Zhang San heard that it should be useful to Zhao Rang, so he translated:

"Master, he said that he has a scabbard here, which is made of leather, and the material is the same as the smock on your body, which is very compatible, and he asked if you want to take a look?"

Zhao Rang was overjoyed when he heard it!

He had been suffering from not having a scabbard for a long time......

Even the scabbard made of leather was the first time he had heard of it, but as long as it could serve as a scabbard.

"Zhao Rang!"

Zhao Rang, who was immersed in joy, was shocked by Yuan Mingkong's cold scream.

"What's wrong?!"

Yuan Mingkong pointed outside the door, and Zhao Rang looked at it, where there was no one just now, there were suddenly two more poles and a tarpaulin.

Under the tarpaulin lay two rows of small square boxes, but from this angle it was impossible to see what was inside.

A scrawny old man stood behind the box, holding a fan in his hand, and kept fanning it back and forth, as if to repel mosquitoes.

Seeing Zhao Rang and Yuan Mingkong looking at him, the old man did not dodge at all, but smiled at her.

"Is that him?"

No one can eat it for sure, but we have to go over and see what is going on.

Zhao Rang wore a smock and held a scabbard, and hurriedly walked out of the store, but he forgot that he hadn't paid the bill yet. 1