After all, most of the people who can live around the Marshal's Mansion are military officers with some backgrounds in Rongbian or some businessmen who make the silver hanging here, and ordinary people don't even think about it.

There are quite a lot of shops here, and you can buy ordinary food and miscellaneous goods. It's amazingly expensive, you have to spend one or two taels of silver to drink a drink and eat two ordinary side dishes, and if you want a decent banquet, ordinary people can afford it, but people who can live here don't care about silver.

If you can open a store here, you will have a more or less background. This is not a restaurant is impressively opened in the marshal's mansion diagonally opposite, facing the plaque with four gold lacquer characters 'Dominating the restaurant', next to the plaque hangs a big yellow banner, on which is written a big 'wine' word. The door of the store is wide open, and on the steps of the door, there are four big men with big shoulders and round waists and horizontal eyebrows, each with a big knife on their waists, and they know that they are sergeants at a glance. There are constantly drinkers coming in and out of the door. At the counter, a shopkeeper wearing a goatskin hat, a goatskin coat, and deerskin boots kept beckoning the juniors to welcome them off. Xiao Er is all light and neat in his feet, and he can see that he is a practitioner with a handle. Although the restaurant is decorated with rich and luxurious, it has only one floor, and the word "building" is not attached to a little bit, and it is not necessary to be higher than the handsome hall of the marshal's mansion and deliberately.

A small square table by the window, Shen Rong was drinking a jar of barley wine that searched the intestines and scraped the stomach, and he wanted to go to the Marshal's Mansion tonight, so he wanted to come to Li Xian's restaurant to spend some. The sun had just passed the afternoon and shrouded his body, and there was still some warmth. It is not every day that you can drink a bowl of strong wine and bask in this rare sunshine in an extremely cold place. Although it is a lot of money.

He remembered that morning on the snowy mountain......

"Do you want to get the 'Emerald Knife' unknowingly, and then arrange how cruel and bloodthirsty I am, and your close brother's men will die tragically in my hands one by one, and then you can be the head of your famous and decent family again, maybe because of this battle your wisdom is even stronger!

"Hehe, I planned quite thoroughly, and the whole process was quite seamless, but I missed the most critical ......" Liu Yidao seemed to know that his time was short, so he had no fear of speaking.

"You can't catch me, can you?"

"I didn't even think that I was just an outcast of them!hahaha...... Ah......" Liu Yidao held the two 'Golden Feather Swallows' inserted into his heart, and looked at Shen Rong, his eyes gradually becoming gloomy......

If the 'Qinglian Sect' had infiltrated the Central Plains and even stirred up the imperial palace in the capital, it would be extremely abnormal for Li Xian to be able to live at peace with the foreign Tartars and maintain no war between them. Who is this Li Xian is extremely important now, and he is absolutely inseparable from the 'Qinglian Sect'......

Shen Rong stroked his brown beard, glared at the brown leopard eyes, and said in a rough voice: "That kind of insect gives the master a plate, this master is not short of money." As he spoke, he threw a gold ingot and a heel of gold on the table. The border is in chaos, and there is still unavoidable trade between the Han people in the Central Plains and the Tartars outside the territory, after all, their furs and cattle, sheep and horses are irreplaceable, so although it is a military camp fortress, there will still be Tartar businessmen from time to time. Again, having money is nothing.

"Okay, wait a minute, this uncle on the grassland cooks a plate of prawns!" Xiao Er was also quite surprised, this fucking tartar spends five taels of gold to eat shrimp rarely, it's really rich. There were also quite surprised glances around, but a few sergeants looked at each other secretly, and their eyes showed a fierce aura.

Shen Rong pretended not to know and still shouted: "And what kind of grass chicken, also there." He laughed secretly in his heart: I'm afraid that you won't take the bait, but this will save a lot of troubles. Since he was separated from Guiyunhe Ayuan, he has been living a life of hunger and hunger and displacement on the extraterritorial wasteland or snow-capped mountains. Spending all day long in the company of killing and fleeing, sitting down and eating a good meal like this is a great luxury for him, and it is only a handful. Therefore, he ate every bite of food or meat with relish, although on the surface he still had a rough face.

After chatting, the sergeants couldn't help but be surprised when they saw him eat a table full of dishes: this Tartar has such a large amount of food, and it is normal for people in the grassland and wilderness to have never eaten the food of the Central Plains, and this meal really looks like a hungry wolf.

After a while, Shen Rong's thick hands wiped the corners of his mouth, and he burped with grease and vegetable juice on his beard, and stood up and walked towards the door, almost falling down when he reached the door. I didn't forget to chatter: "Good wine, good wine......" The shopkeeper hurriedly took two steps and held his arm, and said: "The guest officer is good, you come often." He glanced at the sergeants.

Shen Rong looked at him drunkenly, and said vaguely with his tongue: "Okay, good ......" The body swayed along his suit and stood upright, and finally staggered out of the door, stumbled down the high steps, looked at both sides of the street in a daze, secretly glanced at the door of the marshal's mansion, and walked away with two swaying steps.

He just felt an internal force in his arm pressing towards the shoulder armor, and those who don't know martial arts will definitely dislocate their arms as long as they resist with a little force. The old thing tried my catties and opened a black shop.

Under a dead tree at the entrance of Niujia Village, Shen Rong leaned on the trunk and waited for those daredevils. The whole village was so quiet that not even a single dog barked, and the air was still filled with blood, even though that had been a few days ago.

In the distance, four or five figures looked around for a while, and walked briskly towards the dead tree. Shen Rong sat with his back against the trunk of the tree, his body slowly tilted and finally lay on the ground, a burst of intermittent snoring came from afar, and he smacked a few times from time to time.

"This piece of forage is not less to drink, which saves our brother a few things. ”

"Damn, I'm drunk here, hurry up and chop it, get something and leave quickly, the village is full of dead ghosts, bad luck!"

"Yes, yes, look at Du Shenren!" said a sergeant in his thirties, slowly pulling out his waist knife and about to cut off Shen Rong's head. Suddenly, Shen Rong's eyes suddenly widened, staring straight at him. He shuddered and almost fell to the ground, and he took several steps before he could stand still. Holding the waist knife, he also looked at Shen Rong in a daze, thinking that he was shocked just now.