"I didn't expect it to be so easy to do business. Yan Liuhe said.

“······” Zolta moved her mouth, but smiled, and said nothing.

Of course, he knew that there was a lot of fighting in the business field, and if they continued to do it so smoothly, then they could only be a small business that made a living.

"Since you have come to the Khanate, you naturally have the reason to come to the Khanate, the so-called Tiannan Haibei, there are business opportunities everywhere, you just look at my plan. Kong Liang smiled and continued to play with his walnut bracelet.

"Long-winded, we don't have much goods in our hands, if it still goes so well, at most two more villages, our goods will be out." Ji Xin said.

"If we don't finish these goods, how can we make room for the newly purchased goods?"

"No, no. Kong Liang flicked the walnut bracelet and stopped talking.

Another village, all the goods were sold, and everyone drove the donkey cart and continued south.

Further south, you will reach the Yellow Sea Lake, the largest saltwater lake in the Khanate.

The crowd had no choice, so they stopped the donkey cart, negotiated the price, and got on a boat with a dozen people and headed for the other side.

On the other side of the river, there is the largest salt-producing area in Haote-Yancheng.

This city named after salt attracts salt merchants from all over the world, and there are many salt dealers from the mainland, who do not hesitate to travel thousands of miles to come here, which shows the charm of this salt city.

The boat swung into the water of the lake, and a salt flower was raised. This is only in the saltwater lake, if you walk into the salt lake salt pool, the thousands of salt flowers in a cluster, clusters like ice flowers as crystal clear or like corals, glaciers, pavilions, competing on the salt lake "bloom", as if in a fairyland...

Standing on the edge of the salt lake, you will see the endless salt lake, see the salt crystals at the bottom of the lake that are as white as curd, and see the clusters of salt flowers blooming by the lake...... When you walk through the salt marshes and immerse yourself in the pure white world, you will be completely amazed by the breathtaking beauty.

"Zhuoerta, your Guan Wang knife is thirty-six pounds, why do you keep carrying it, aren't you tired?" Kong Liang asked.

"Kong Liang, you don't know the meaning of this Guan Wang Knife to me, if there is no Guan Wang Knife, I Zhuo Erta, I will not be my Zhuo Erta. Zhuoerta touched the Guan Wang knife wrapped in linen beside him, and his face was full of love.

"Perhaps, it's like this walnut bracelet in my hand, which is said to be the first thing I touched when I was born. Without it, I'm like I'm without a brain. Kong Liang scratched his head.

Behind the boat that Ji Xin and the others were on, three or two light rafts passed through them and swung towards the middle of the lake.

On one of the rafts, a man of 500 pounds looked back at the boat.

On the deck of the bow of the boat, Ji Xin and the others were enjoying the scenery of the saltwater lake.

"Fat man, do you see? It's just a few of them on the boat, and the bowls and pots are full, which is more oily than our fat master. A little minion rubbed his hands.

"Then him~" Fei San greeted the little minion, his face full of envy.

"Fat man, they look skinny, we will definitely be able to take them down. The little minion said.

"When you get to the lake pavilion in the center of the lake, you will do it again, after all, be careful, if it stinks, and someone will see our identity, you will steal the chicken and eat the rice. As he spoke, he pulled out two Mongolian scimitars from his waist.

The little minions also took out their weapons one after another, waiting for Fat San's order.

The boat got closer and closer to the Huxin Pavilion, but when they heard Fei San's order, the three rafts suddenly dispersed and stopped in front of the boat.

The small raft wants to stop the boat, which is no less than the mantis arm as a car, and it is beyond its strength.

Boom~

The raft at the bow of the boat was knocked over, and the fat three on the raft also fell into the water.

"Ah, somebody overboard, somebody overboard. Someone shouted.

"Ah, what!!" said the old man, who was tying the ropes, and hurried to the bow of the boat to look.

Unbeknownst to him, seven or eight ruthless men bit the Mongolian scimitar and quietly touched the boat.

Especially a big man of four or five hundred pounds, he rushed onto the boat in three or two.

The fat three scimitars rubbed on their clothes, shaking the fat of their bodies, and flashed out.

"The fat master is doing business in Huanghaibo, only selling wontons and bandao noodles business, you are also fated with the fat man, and you overturned the fat man's eight-zhang dragon boat, so the fat master does not sell wontons today and only sells bandao noodles!!" Fei San said, the Mongolian scimitar in his hand was cut out, and the guests around him were cut by him.

The people on the boat saw Fei San's ruthlessness, and quickly panicked.

The little minions also quickly came up to the boat and surrounded the guests.

"Wow, it's very horizontal. Yan Liuhe went to touch the sword weapon on his waist.

"Well, brother, it's just a few little gangsters, don't insult our hands. Ji Xin whispered to Yan Liuhe, and pressed Yan Liuhe's hand to draw his sword.

Suddenly, the two of them heard the sound of the sword unsheathed, followed by a scream.

"Ahh~" A small minion looked at his blood-spurting right arm, the right hand that was holding the scimitar just now was clearly gone, and he fainted.

Ji Xin looked at the minion and saw that not far from him, the middle-aged man Fan Yangli covered half of his face, showed his beard, and sat on the ground with a big horn.

On the ground, there was a hook and sickle, and the head of the hook and sickle was covered with blood, which had been stained with red tassels.

In his hand, there was an arm, and the hand attached to it was still tightly gripping the Mongolian scimitar, and he was playing with what looked bloody.

"You, you dare to destroy the good deeds of the salt gang Fei San, are you tired of being crooked?" Fei San looked at the ruthless corner in front of him, and he also had palpitations.

"Salt Gang?" the middle-aged man spoke, his voice full of vicissitudes.

"That's right, it's the Salt Gang, the Northern Regions Rudder Tiger Hall Master Fat Tiger is also!!" Fei San reported his name.

"Hehe, it turned out to be the master of the Fat Tiger Hall, disrespectful. The middle-aged man replied tepidly.

When Fei San heard this, he was not angry, because he knew that this guy must be difficult to deal with.

"Your Excellency, too, make a loud noise, in case our salty water irrigates the Dragon King Temple, the fat master will not be 10,000. Fei San asked the man's name.

"Me, a little-known little man, you can call me Fat Tiger and his grandfather, hahahaha. The middle-aged man was wiping a Mongolian scimitar and still playing with it.

"Bastard!!! collided with the fat man, and dared to play tricks in front of the fat man, if you know each other, you will quickly leave your passing money, otherwise, the fat man on the saltwater lake is famous for his skills in making plate knife noodles. "Fat three two-handled Mongolian scimitars danced a flower to give themselves courage.

Seeing his bucket-thick thighs tremble, his figure flashed into the middle-aged man.

Swish~

The scimitar slashed horizontally at the middle-aged man.

"Senior, be careful!!" Yan Liuhe finally couldn't help it, and with a flash in his hand, the sword weapon had already flown out, and it was firmly stabbed on Fei San's right arm.

Fei San only felt a pain in his arm, the Mongolian scimitar in his hand almost fell, and as for the strength to deal with the middle-aged man, it was also removed.

Here, Yan Liuhe Harrier turned over and came to Fei San.

"Stinky boy, it turned out that you were doing bad things for me, look at the knife. Fei San pulled out his sword, swung the Mongolian scimitar, and slashed at Yan Liuhe.

Yan Liuhe relied on a pair of fists and the body of Liuhe fist to dodge Fat San's slashes again and again.

Next to him, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his face and secretly carried his internal force on the soles of his feet. With a movement of his feet, he shook the sword weapon on the deck.

The sword spun and stopped at Yan Liuhe's feet.

With the sword in hand, Yan Liuhe's momentum soared, and he pulled a sword flower, and the moves of the thirteen swords came out.