Because of his surname, Hobathai, makes it difficult for others to call him. In Hou Jing's words: "Call you Lao Heba, it always feels wrong, and calling Lao He, it's even more wrong!"

At this time, Yang Fugui interjected: "In this way, you remove the word 'He', you can call me Brother Heba." ”

"Old pluck, old pluck...... Dad!" Feng Yu muttered quietly.

"That's not good!" Gao Tu, who was standing next to Feng Yu, obviously heard Feng Yu's muttering, and shouted in a daze.

"Dead fat, you dare to take advantage of me!" a scolding battle began again.

"Hahahaha......" Everyone laughed, and even the taciturn Luo Yuchun let out a heartfelt laugh.

"Yihuan, why are you as stupid as Luo, the monkey spirit shouted Our brother Dad, have you suffered a loss. Yang Fugui was not angry.

"You ......" Luo Yuchun wanted to speak and stopped.

"I say, fatty, do you have to offend everyone to shut up?" Deng Dashu covered his mouth and snickered.

Seeing He Batai's unkind gaze again, Yang Fugui shut up and silently endured Hou Jing's condemnation. In the end, given that they already knew Hobathai's nickname, everyone unanimously called him Black Otter, which was very vivid and affectionate.

The rest of the life after the catastrophe made the eleven people laugh all the way on the way. Seeing the two children who became lively again because of the danger of their lives, Gu Feng couldn't help but think of Xiao Yun who was far away in the north of Zhao Kingdom, the road was getting closer and closer, and the excitement in his heart was even more irrepressible.

Fifteen days later, after several days of hurrying, seeing that they were about to enter the territory of Zhao Kingdom, the Dawan horses ridden by these eleven people were finally overwhelmed and fell down one by one. Gu Feng had to plan to buy some horses, and he was penniless so he could only go to a tribe in Beidi not far away, and find a piece of Yuan Jing in his hand to sell in Fang City.

The group hadn't eaten properly for two days, and Gu Feng really had to think about selling the top-grade Yuan Jing he got from Ziku.

When Gu Feng and the other eleven people arrived at this tribe, it was already afternoon, and after entering this small tribe, they first found a quiet inn to rest, and by the way, they also took the opportunity to inquire about various news in the tribe.

After all, they are new to the city, and they don't know much about many customs and customs here, so it's not good if they commit a taboo.

In a guest room, these eleven people are all people who are used to living a hard life, and they have no opinion on squeezing it, and they sell the few remaining skinny Dawan horses, and Gu Feng and the others barely get the money for staying in an inn.

When Gu Feng sold his horses, he was also fiercely despised by the buyers, thinking that Gu Feng had destroyed the heavens and tortured such a good horse like this, so the money from the sale was not rich. Eleven hungry people slept all night.

The next day, in the inn room, Gu Feng and Xu Asheng, eight young people of different ages, bowed down and sat cross-legged on the ground, and the two trembling children were hugged tightly by Gu Feng, not daring to make a sound.

Their eyes were closed, and outside the door, the knocking grew faster and more urgent, until the sound died down. After a long time, these eleven people slowly opened their eyes, and their faces were filled with a faint paleness.

"Alas......" Xu Asheng let out a faint sigh.

"Gurgling ......" Everyone's stomachs were drumming as agreed, without exception.

"Uncle Gu, I'm so hungry......" The child on Gu Feng's left side frowned.

"Mingyi, don't worry, uncle, let's find a way. Gu Feng smiled bitterly and comforted, this is a "wild child" who was used by rich people to condemn the crime, and he has no name, and Mingyi was given to him by Gu Feng later.

"Uncle Ah Sheng, the person who knocked on the door just now is so fierce. The children on the other side also looked sad, some hungry and some frightened.

"Don't be afraid, Akihito, come, come to me. Xu Asheng pulled Akihito, who had a similar background to Mingyi, and at the same time cast an inquiring gaze at Gu Feng.

"I'm going to get something to eat. Feeling the oppression of everyone's gaze, Gu Feng had no choice but to do what he had never wanted to do.

"Old Gu, isn't it good for you to go out as soon as the person who collects the house money leaves?" Yang Fugui said, he has been abducted and deceived for so many years, and what he is afraid of is being collected for debts.

"I didn't say go through the door. Gu Feng glanced at Yang Fugui, and then slipped out of the window, "Wait for me here, come back immediately." ”

Sneaking out of the inn, Gu Feng took out a small skeletal dragon head from his pocket and said, "You're still obedient." ”

"Suffocate me, boss, I'm hungry too!" said Fat Fat in a low voice, it seemed that he also knew that he should be more low-key in broad daylight and in full view.

After hearing this, Gu Feng shook his head helplessly and said, "It seems that I have to sell a piece of the best Yuan Crystal." ”

"Cut, isn't it just a piece of top-grade Yuan Crystal, what's the big deal, I think at the beginning, this is the lowest configuration in the Dragon Master's treasure house!"

"That's it. Gu Feng's ears came with Jane's voice of attachment and harmony, it seems that the level of the two is too different from Gu Feng, and there is no common language, this is class. For Gu Feng, this top-grade yuan crystal is 10,000 low-grade yuan crystals, that is, 100,000 silver coins, and it is still priceless!

Gu Feng simply shoved the dragon's head into his pocket and began to carefully examine the tribe he was in.

It is said that it is a tribe, but the degree of development of civilization is not weaker than that of the Central Plains countries. For example, now this tribe is on a par with Xingshan Town, where Gu Feng grew up.

Fortunately, this place is close to the border of Zhao Di, and the languages are mixed, so there is no need to worry that no one will speak Zhongyuan. Witnessing all this, Gu Feng had to lament the prejudice against Di Rong in the Central Plains countries for many years, so much so that he blinded himself.

It is no wonder that the Dijon tribe has long been a threat to the northern countries of the Central Plains, and this is not unreasonable. Moreover, Gu Feng once realized in Su Su's words that Nanban was not a barren place as he imagined, so it seemed that the Central Plains countries should really have a position for themselves.

Just thinking about it, Gu Feng finally came to the largest local market that he had inquired about a long time ago, and choosing the big one was nothing more than to increase his sense of security.

When I saw the largest local market at first glance, the ancient style had a feeling of "except for Wushan is not a cloud". He had clearly felt what it meant to be majestic at the auction of Baohua Pavilion, and the trading market here was indeed too cold compared to there.

Outside the Fang City, there is no dense flow of people like Baohua Pavilion who are constantly coming in and out like ants, and that kind of terrible popularity can only be barely compared in the local special festivals.

Gu Feng stood outside the auction hall, rubbed his face, tried not to look too down, and then laughed at himself and walked into the venue, fortunately, there was no entrance fee here.

Gu Feng brought a fat man who became very unenthusiastic after looking at his clothes into the backstage, and then Gu Feng very carefully took out a piece of the smallest piece of the best Yuan Jing that was deliberately placed in the best box on his body.

The huge spiritual power instantly filled the entire room, and as soon as the appraiser opened the box, he was so excited that he "snapped" and closed the lid again, and his attitude towards the ancient style changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and he immediately served tea and water, and shouted one by one.

"Young Master, are you going to sell your things to the small shop or will you wait until the afternoon auction starts?" the shopkeeper came over in person and asked Gu Feng politely.

"Let's auction it...... Well, can I lend you some money first?...... It's a bit tight on hand......"

Gu Feng's words made the shopkeeper stunned, and then he was relieved, if he was rich, who would sell the best Yuan Jing, although it was only a small piece!

"No problem, no problem, the young master can open his mouth as much as he wants. After all, it is an old fritter who has been in the business world for many years, and the owner of the store quickly returned to normalcy and deliberately welcomed the ancient style.

"Just give me some, I don't have any change. "Gu Feng pretended to be authentic, "Also, the afternoon auction will help me arrange a private room, there are about eleven people, all of them are distinguished guests." ”

"Okay, okay......" The shopkeeper looked at the old style dressed only promised, probably thinking that the ancient style was a rich boy with an alternative dressing fetish.

Successfully borrowing a sum of money, the first thing Gu Feng did was to buy two large bags of steamed buns, and then went straight to the inn.

As soon as the shopkeeper saw that the person who owed rent was coming, his face just turned into disdain, and he was dizzy when he was smashed by a silver coin in Gu Feng. After receiving the silver coin, the shopkeeper immediately led Gu Feng to their room without saying a word, and gave two large pots of good tea.

And the ten hungry people in the room were in no mood to taste tea, and began to feast on steamed buns as soon as they saw them, and only made a few sips of tea when they choked.

"Lao Yang, you leave some ...... for Lao Tzu"

"Ah Sheng, don't just drink water, eat quickly......"

"Hiccup...... Uncle...... Belch...... Give it to me...... Belch...... Water!"

"Hahaha, you kid hasn't eaten in hundreds of years......"

For a while, the small and crowded room became lively, and among the eleven people, there were people who were "bored and hard-working", such as Luo Yuchun, Gao Tu, and Feng Yu; there were also people who were like "humble gentlemen", such as Xu Asheng and Deng Dashu, and there were also people who were "nature-dictated", such as Yang Fugui, He Batai, and Hou Jing; of course, there was also one who was busy taking care of the two children - Gu Feng had not caught food for a long time, and had been helping the two children grab buns and deliver water.

"These people are too boring, and they just want to eat by themselves at the critical moment! Fortunately, I was full before I came. Gu Feng thought so.

......

It will probably be the most memorable time of their lives, and although poverty is very easy to satisfy, happiness is so simple.

After a full meal, the eleven men in the room lay scattered in all directions, their faces glowing red, and at the same time doing the same action—constantly rubbing their bellies—so full that they could not even walk.