Jing Yao had just drunk half of her wine when she saw a fog outside, through the doors and windows.

The place near the water is naturally humid.

Fog is inevitable.

Even on the grasslands, every morning before the sun rises, there is a faint veil-like mist.

It's just that the time is counted, but it's a little early.

Less than two hours after dark, the fog began,

It's a bit too early......

Not even normal.

"Shopkeeper, why did the fog in Xia Tong Town come up so early?"

Jing Yao asked.

"Fog at the water's edge is like seeing deer in the woods, a common thing!"

The shopkeeper said casually.

Jing Yao had a sneer in her heart.

If there are deer everywhere in the forest, how happy should the hunter be?

But there is no special title for 'Deer Hunter'.

Whether it's a deer or a tiger.

Whether it's a 'deer hunter' or a 'tiger shooter'.

It's all something that can be met but not sought.

It's not the same as the water's edge that fogs every day, but it's not the same at all.

The shopkeeper's words can coax outsiders and uninformed people.

But he couldn't coax him.

At this moment, another little girl walked in at the door.

is not very old, and his face is full of timidity.

When I entered the door, maybe I was nervous, but I didn't see the threshold under my feet.

Under the bump, even the basket he was carrying in his hand almost flew out.

"One?"

The shopkeeper raised his eyes to look at the little girl, but did not come forward to talk.

Look, let the fellow come forward and inquire.

If it is a wine shop inn next to it, it is naturally a good thing to have guests.

The more customers, the better the business, and the more money the shopkeeper makes.

But Jing Yao saw a little impatience on the shopkeeper's face.

This impatience seems to have been caused by this little girl who entered the door.

"A ......"

The little girl whispered.

The head pressure is very low.

I didn't dare to look at this guy.

If you put it on a normal basis.

This trick may even make fun of it.

But today, I am not in this mood.

The little girl sat down at a table not far from Jing Yao.

He took out two white flour cakes from his arms, but asked the man to give him a jar of wine.

"A jar of wine, the wine in our store is precious......"

The guy said.

"I have money......"

The little girl took a bite of the bread with her mouth and took out a silver ingot from her bosom.

"But can you finish a jar?"

When the man saw the silver, his tone softened suddenly.

But he was still curious about how such a thin little girl could fill a jar of wine.

But the little girl did not speak, but took small bites of bread.

The man took the silver and shook his head.

I think that there is no normal person who enters the store tonight.

The jar was soon placed on the little girl's table.

But the little girl didn't seem to see it.

Still eating the white bread in his hand.

It's just that the speed is significantly faster.

In a few moments, a dough was eaten.

Now, the little girl's eyes are fixed on the wine jar.

The guy really wasn't fooling her.

This jar of wine has a lot of ash on it.

At first glance, it looks like it has been stored in the cellar for a long time.

However, the old wine is heavy in mud.

It's something that drinkers know.

The man didn't open the mud seal for the little girl.

Jing Yao was also wondering if she could open it.

Who would have expected that the heavy sealing mud on the wine jar would be shattered by the little girl's outstretched index finger.

But it was a grain of Saturn that did not fall into the jar.

Seeing such a technique, even Jing Yao's subordinates couldn't help but be amazed.

Who would have thought that a seemingly thin little girl would have such a finger power?

The wine jar is open.

The aroma of wine is overflowing.

The little girl smelled the wine, and a smile appeared on her face.

It can be seen that she is very satisfied with the wine.

Then he rolled up his sleeves, took the bowl on the table, and scooped the wine from the wine jar one by one.

The wine dripped on his body with the evening, but he didn't care.

After drinking three bowls in one go, he sighed with satisfaction.

I looked up and looked around the hall.

Jing Yao and the others also looked at it carefully.

At this time, her expression was completely different from when she first entered the door.

Jing Yao looked at the little girl and smiled softly.

"Where are you from?"

Jing Yao asked.

"South. ”

The little girl said.

"My name is Yu Meng. ”

The little girl took another sip of wine and continued.

Jing Yao was slightly stunned.

He did not ask for the name of the little girl.

But it's a funny name.

Yu Meng.

Is there anything left of this dream?

Jing Yao didn't understand.

He was just a little curious when he saw the little girl drinking.

"Southern...... Don't all the South drink tea?"

Jing Yao asked.

In his knowledge of the Five Great Kings.

Southerners don't drink much.

It is said that the south is soft, like a cup of tea.

The north is strong, like a glass of wine.

The demure and elegant in the tea, with the sound of oars and lights, the silk and bamboo are clear.

There is a sense of being left behind and independent, and I have forgotten each other.

In the north, however, they are somewhat similar to their steppes.

A bowl of belly, pride indulgence.

How many people hold wine in one hand and knives in the other.

Standing on a cold face, smiling at the impermanence of the world.

"You're right, but I'm one of the few people in the South who like to drink. ”

The little girl said with a smile.

Then he scooped another bowl of wine.

"Are you going to cross the river too?"

Jing Yao asked.

The little girl was drinking and couldn't speak, so she could only nod.

"I'm going to Hongzhou!"

The little girl said.

"That's the same way. ”

Jing Yao said.

When the little girl heard that she was on the same path, her eyes lit up.

Holding the wine bowl in one hand and the wine jar in the other, he made it to the opposite side of Jing Yao.

"Then we can go together tomorrow!"

The little girl raised the wine bowl and said to Jing Yao.

Jing Yao picked up the wine glass and touched her gently.

But I'm embarrassed......

When I want to drink on my own, I always use a bowl.

Why did I clink glasses with a little girl today, but I used a very small cup in the royal domain.

Just as he was thinking about these things in his head.

The little girl in front of her suddenly fell asleep on the table.

She was drunk.

But it startled Jing Yao and the others.

Everyone could clearly hear the sound of her head banging on the table.

So is this drunk, or is it dizzy?

But no one can say......

It's just that the little girl's basket is oozing a large dark red liquid.

The tip of Jing Yao's nose twitched slightly.

He smelled blood.

It came out of the little girl's basket.

He turned his gaze to Gao Ren.

Gao Ren still looked at him with a smile and did not speak.

They wouldn't have known that the little girl had already been hunted six times when she walked into the store.

And her body under her clothes was also full of bandages.

In order to prevent the blood from seeping out and for outsiders to see.

A person who has lost a lot of blood should never drink alcohol.

You shouldn't go to the shower either.

I can only lie down honestly and recuperate with three or five bowls of chicken soup every day.

But not only did she get out of these six deadly pursuits, but she was also able to walk into the house and drink safely.

This little girl can no longer be described as powerful, but amazing.

It's a pity that no one knows about such a remarkable deed.

Jing Yao was just curious, what exactly was in his basket?

Why is there such a strong smell of blood.

"A human head!"

Gao Ren suddenly spoke.

"There's a human head in that basket!"

Gao Ren explained again.

Jing Yao nodded.

He has seen a lot of dead people.

Dead man's head too.

There is a custom in the grassland, that is, after the conquest, cut off the heads of the enemy and throw them into the bonfire to pay tribute to the ancestors and martyrs.

In this way, he seeks refuge in the future.

But the shopkeeper and the fellow were silent.

This made Jing Yao very strange......

Although Xia Tong Town is already in chaos.

But shouldn't ordinary people be shocked to hear that there is a dead human head in their store?

When she woke up, remember to ask her for two payments. ”

The shopkeeper pointed to the little girl and said to the man.

"Why do you need two?"

Jing Yao asked.

"Hey...... One for the living, one for the dead. ”

Gao Ren smiled and said before the shopkeeper.

Jing Yao suddenly ......

This sentence made him look down on the people of the royal domain by three points.

Jing Yao has not yet eaten enough.

But the lack of oil and salt in the vegetables in front of him made him lose his appetite.

The results didn't wait for him to have a seizure.

One of his subordinates was a little drunk.

picked up a plate of dishes on the table and smashed it towards the shopkeeper.

Jing Yao's subordinates scolded in their mouths.

It was the Prairie language.

These people have been carefully selected and trained by him.

For the language of the five kingdoms, he has long been familiar with it.

But as soon as you drink too much, and the dish is really not good, it will inevitably leak out.

Jing Yao listened in her ears.

It's as if nothing has happened.

At this moment, if you make an explanation, it means that there are no three hundred taels of silver here, and you just want to cover it.

But what surprised him even more was that the flying plate was firmly held in the hands of the shopkeeper.

Even the scattered vegetable leaves were borrowed by him one by one with a plate.

It didn't fall to the ground at all.

"I said that this guest officer, the food is not delicious, you can scold! But if this plate is broken, you will have to lose money!"

The shopkeeper said.

Then he got up and walked to Jing Yao's subordinate table and put the dish back on the table.

Porcelain plates, placed on a wooden table.

There was no sound at all.

This trouble, but it made the subordinate wake up by three points.

"The people you brought are also useless......"

Gao Ren used his strength to speak.

Words can only be heard by Jing Yao alone.

But Jing Yao didn't answer.

Instead, he brought the fish on his table that had not moved his chopsticks to Gao Ren.

"You're also a person who grew up near the water, so it shouldn't be a hassle to eat fish, right?"

Jing Yao said.

It's also a sound of energy.

It's just that when Gao Ren heard this, his face suddenly turned cold!

Even the chopsticks in his hand froze a little in place.

He never told Jing Yao anything about himself.

How did Jing Yao know that he was the one who grew up near the water?

However, after a moment of stalemate, Gao Ren turned to smile.

"Thank you, sir!"

Gao Ren took the chopsticks and arched and said.

He did a lot of calculations, but he didn't expect Jing Yao to investigate himself.

didn't expect that he would investigate so meticulously and clearly.

Eating fish in his mouth, a new round of calculations began in his heart.

It seems that he really can't underestimate these grassland people.

It is said that they are big-minded, and they only know how to solve problems with brute force.

But it is to ignore the most important point, tenacity.

The tenacious character that the steppe people have freely honed is not comparable to the people in the Five Great Domains.

And the tenacious character is enough to make up for the shortcomings of his own mind in many cases.

Jing Yao's mind is already one of the most delicate among the grassland people.

Coupled with his tenacious personality, can there be anything in the world that he can't do?

If it doesn't work once, it will be twice.

There will never be a cap.

Always have to try again.

is to use this seemingly clumsy method, even Gao Ren knows such a thing as growing up near the water since he was a child.

This was unexpected.

However, Gao Ren felt that things were getting more and more interesting.

If Jing Yao is just a fool, wouldn't it be too boring to fight wherever she wants?

It's like a scale now.

On one side is the ever-increasing cargo, and on the other side is the accumulation of chips.

Both sides are looking for a balance.

It's a stalemate.

Any subtle change can make one side lose the whole game.

This kind of struggle to dance on the edge of the cliff filled Gao Ren with joy.

"Who said this dish wasn't tasty?"

A loud female voice came from the back hall.

Jing Yao turned around and saw that the curtain in the back hall rose without wind.

A Huang Yi woman stood there with her hips crossed.

"She's the chef at the restaurant. ”

The shopkeeper said.

Jing Yao looked at it curiously.

Lots of cooks.

Cooks are rare.

Unexpectedly, this restaurant is cooked by a chef.

In fact, just talking about this knife work and fire throat, this chef is extremely good.

It's just that there is a little little oil and salt, and the taste is very bland......

But it's no wonder.

"The family is unruly, but it is offended!"

Jing Yao said.

"What do you want to eat?"

The yellow-clothed cook asked sharply.

It seems that if you don't praise her for her deliciousness today, you won't be able to get by......

But that's probably the case with women.

Cooking is a chef's profession.

But if a woman prepares a meal and puts it in front of you, and you don't eat it or boast about it, it is countless times more sad than stabbing her strongly.

Especially a woman like this yellow-clothed chef who is extremely confident in her craft.

"It's all good. ”

Jing Yao thought for a while and said.

"No vegetables and no meat, can you eat cakes?"

The yellow-clothed cook asked.

"Eat. ”

Jing Yao nodded and said.

The woman in yellow turned and went back to the back hall.

But he didn't put the curtain down.

She washed her hands.

Roll up the sleeves to your elbows.

Two small arms, which are not white, but are extremely strong, are exposed.

The dough already has ready-made.

Buckle it with a large iron basin.

The yellow-clothed cook stretched out her head and looked at the hall again.

There are words in the mouth.

It seems to be counting how many people there are in Jing Yao's party.

After counting the number of people, he turned his palm into a knife from the difficult dough, divided a small half, placed it on the cutting board, and began to knead it.

The movements are extremely sharp.

After rubbing it for a while, I applied some oil to my palms.

A piece of dough, under her hand, was flattened into the shape of a piece of dough.

But this bread is not big.

It doesn't look like it's enough for one person to eat.

At this time, the lady in yellow stopped her hand.

He sprinkled some raw noodles on his palms, and then dragged this small piece of dough and beat it continuously.

It's small, but it's tough.

It slammed into the board with a muffled sound.

It was like the sound of a fist slamming against a door.

And so the beating continued, but the bread became a stick, and Jorah grew longer.

Seeing that she was about to get out of her hand, the yellow-clothed cook still pressed her wrist down unhurriedly, and then stopped the momentum.

The dough in the shape of a long stick is now many times larger than before.

"I'm sorry for the shopkeeper, but I stained your table......"

I don't know if the lady in yellow smashed the dough too loudly before, but the little girl who was lying on the table after being drunk woke up leisurely.

There was also a red glow on his face.

"It doesn't matter. Wipe it clean when it's dirty. ”

The shopkeeper smiled and waved his hand.

"Do you want to eat bread?"

The lady in yellow stretched out her head and asked.

But he was asking the little girl who had just woken up.

The little girl touched the piece of bread that was still in her arms, and nodded.

The lady in yellow saw her nod, and pulled out a small piece of dough from under the large basin.

Then it was crumpled with the long strip on the board.

In the next action, the force was significantly smaller.

Compared to before, it is not even half.

After the new piece of dough is completely integrated, the lady in yellow will put her palms together.

Divide this long strip of dough into several sections.

There are no more, no less, it just happens to be Jing Yao and his party plus the little girl.

"Do you love cakes?"

The little girl asked.

Jing Yao nodded.

The grassland is based on pasta.

Not only the grasslands, but also the whole north.

The south is rich in water and abundant rice.

However, the steppe people have never been in the habit of farming.

Except for meat.

The rest were either purchased at treaty ports or looted during raiding the borders of the realm.

"I like it too!"

The little girl said.

Then he picked up the bowl again, reached into the jar, and began to scoop and drink.

Jing Yao looked at the little girl in surprise.

I didn't expect her to sober up so quickly.

"I didn't drink alcohol before...... Once drunk, you can drink a little more. ”

The little girl said with some embarrassment.

Jing Yao was speechless.

Instead, he turned his head to look at the back hall.

Compared with the little girl in front of her, it is still the cook in yellow who makes cakes more interesting.

"It's going to rain tonight. ”

Gao Ren said.

"We're already staying at the inn, will the rain make any difference?"

Jing Yao asked.

"After the rain, the river rises, but it is much sadder than usual. ”

Gao Ren said.

These Jing Yao didn't know.

He had never had such an experience or experience.

But these are the questions he never takes to heart.

The grassland people are tenacious, and the ministers of the grassland are even more tenacious.

Even if he was swept away a hundred times by the rushing water, he would struggle a hundred and one times to cross the river again.

Gao Ren's words were not long after.

It was raining outside.

Often, the wind should rise before it rains.

But tonight's rain was without warning.

No wind.

No thunder.

More lightning-free.

It suddenly landed in Xia Tong Town, and it became bigger and bigger.

The sound of raindrops hitting the roof and the ground actually covered the words of Jing Yao and the others.

But in the chaotic sound of the rain, there is a monotonous sound, always very rhythmic, constantly repeating.

It was the sound of the yellow-clothed cook kneading dough and making cakes.

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