"This time, thanks to the little brother Zolta, the little girl will be safe, please accept Gao Mou's worship!!" Gao Zhonghu said, stood up, and bowed to Zolta.

Zolta hurriedly returned the salute.

"What do the senior seniors say? The senior seniors treat us the same as their own juniors, how can Zhuoerta have the reason to see death and not save us. However, Zhuoerta looked at Gao Ting: "I am a big old man, very reckless, the situation was critical yesterday, if there is anything abrupt, please Miss Gao Haihan." ”

Zhuoerta Shaoxia was too worried, remembering the shocking last night, Ting'er still had palpitations. Gao Ting was on the side, served by two maidservants.

However, her face was not good-looking because of the fright last night.

"Ting'er, don't you hurry up and make tea for the little brother Zolta, your savior. ”

Gao Zhonghu was a little dissatisfied with his daughter's ignorance of the rules, because Gao Zhonghu, like most fathers at that time, was patriarchal. What's more, the Gao family is also a big family in the six towns, and those rules and etiquette are too important.

"Senior Gao, Miss Gao was frightened last night, don't embarrass her. If you have to thank Zolta, then you can put a jar of Gujing wine in Zolta. Zolta stood up and said.

Gao Ting raised her head and looked at this rugged teenager, full of gratitude for her concern, and some of them were down-to-earth.

But if it's just gratitude, why does she feel safe like she's never felt before?

"Oops, it's Gao's inconsiderateness. But as you can see, I can't get out of here. That's it, Youguang, you and Youliang are good to accompany a few little brothers, and drink all the good wine in our Huwei Town. Gao Zhonghu moved Gao Youguang out.

"Follow the uncle's arrangement, a few young heroes, let's go around the outside of the Gao Mansion. Gao Youguang nodded and sent an invitation to Ji Xin and the others.

"That's great, it's the first time we came to this Huwei Town, and we don't know what's fun yet!" Ji Xin also nodded.

In Huwei Town, Ji Xin and his party strode on the street

Although it is a remote border area, because of the system of the six towns, the military and civilians are really in love with each other.

Because the young and strong of every family are going to join the army, and the soldiers usually go on their horses to serve as soldiers and dismount for the people.

Even in wartime, the army is the people, and the people are the army.

As they walked, they were confronted by a group of camel vendors, who were wearing white robes, capes, and headbands on their headscarves, which were clearly camel caravans in the outer regions of Xiliang.

Among them, there were several camels with fiddles, hu ji, hu bagpipes or something, which attracted Ji Xin and his party to watch.

"Ji Xin, look, there are musical instruments for sale there!!" Zolta became interested, because when he was falconry, he relied on the rhythm to control the goshawk. And the black lacquer flute in his hand will be returned to Uncle Zamuhe sooner or later.

He desperately needed a flute with good tone.

In addition, he remembered the beard in Gao Ting's arms, which cracked in some places because of him.

"We're all coarse people who don't understand the rhythm of music, isn't it a waste of money to buy these!!" Ji Xin shook his head.

"What are these words, we prairie people, but we are born masters of music. Uzhna turned her face away, didn't look at Ji Xin, and turned around and walked towards the camel caravan.

Ji Xin had never seen outsiders, so he was inevitably a little wary of them. He didn't worry about Uzhna, so he followed Uzhna.

"Allah willing!" the foreigner holding the camel greeted him with a smile and said in Hu.

Uzhna pouted and circled the instrument on the camel, as if to consider the quality of the instrument.

Finally, she stopped.

"Boss, I want this horse-head violin. Uzhna pointed to the huma head fiddle on the camel.

The foreigners took the horse-head harp down and gave it to Uzhna.

When Wu Rina saw that Ji Xin was following him, she simply didn't pay, pointed out Ji Xin to the outsiders, held the horse head qin, still pouted, and left.

"Boss, how much is this?" Ji Xin shook his head and asked with a wry smile.

"This horse-head violin is made of the world's most precious incense wood, made by the master luthier of the Western Wilderness, and we will make a lot of money, and only charge you twenty silver coins. The foreign vendor replied to Ji Xin in Chinese.

Ji Xin grinned, and his face ached.

Twenty silver coins!! That's more than half a month's ration for their group, and those who play music and rhythm are really rich and noble.

Taking out the money bag and paying the bill for Uzhina, Ji Xin turned around and was about to leave, he was not interested in music at all.

"Hey, Jixin Anda, what do you think of this bagpipe and this mustache?"

"Well, it looks good, Zolta Anda, I remember that Ulaanba Rianda gave us a meeting gift when we first met, we have known each other for so long, and we haven't given you any gifts yet, so let's do it, these instruments are my gifts to you. Ji Xin said.

This maybe, it will be the eldest brother in the future, who will not be able to stammer, maybe it really won't work!

"Okay, I'll be respectful of the bagpipes, this nonsense, it's better for me to pay for it myself. Drota happily took his beard and bagpipes and ran to Uzhna to show off.

After this big injustice, Ji Xin couldn't sit still, so he simply took off a purple bamboo hole flute.

"This is the musical instrument of the Great Sect Dynasty!!" Ji Xin stroked the dong flute, feeling very intimate.

"Yes, the dong flute sells very well in our outer land, but only the orthodox Dazong Dynasty of the Celestial Empire, the dong flute made of bamboo in her south is the best, such as this one. The Outland trader said.

"I want it. Ji Xin nodded.

"Ji Xin, do you know how to play?" Yan Liuhe put down the pan flute in his hand and looked at Ji Xin.

"I just like this thing, why do you have to blow it!!" Ji Xin smiled.

"The flute is very good, but if you want to play beautiful music, you have to put a lot of effort into it. I heard that there was a music master in the Daliang Mansion of the Dazong Dynasty, and it took 20 years to play a good tone of feathers. The Outland trader said.

"I'm tired. Ji Xin followed the example of a foreign merchant and saluted the foreign merchant.

"Allah willing!!" the foreign merchant returned the salute.

Ahem, for his food and clothing, parents, religiously return the courtesy.

"Uzhina, you're having trouble with Kishin Anda again?" Zorta straightened his sister's messy hair on her forehead.

"Hmph, that stingy ghost. Brother, this is a matter between us, don't ask. Uzhina said, intentionally or unintentionally trying to avoid Dhorta.

Perhaps, it is true to avoid the interrogation of Zolta.

"Look, the bagpipes in my hand, as well as your horse-head fiddle, were bought by Jixin Anda, why is he stingy?"

Uzhna's eyes were as big as sapphires, and she couldn't tell why she came.

However, she remembered Ji Xin's hippie smile at her yesterday, and thought of everyone's beautiful Miss Gao Ting, she may have eaten citric acid.

"I don't care, I just ignore him. Uzhna shook her head, her hair that had just been straightened by Zolta was messy in front of her forehead.

"My Jixin Anda, just a stupid boy, why bother with him like this. Zolta laughed.

"I don't care if he's a stupid boy or not, he's a man, so he should give in to me first, otherwise, I won't pay attention to him again, huh. After Uzhna finished speaking, don't turn around.

She took out the horse-head fiddle and began to play the tune.

The sound of the horse-head qin sounded low, and a song of looking for plums, also with a unique flavor, floated in the grassland:

Geese fly south and always return north

There are iron hooves stepping on the grass, and the old man does not return

Looking back at the plum in the snow

No matter how beautiful and tired you are, there is no one to accompany you

The wind comes from the south but blows north

The strong wind galloped and broke the heart early~

Who looks for plum in a wisp of white

Who is wiping the piano and crying~

Broken branches and plums saw parting and did not return

Even the breeze is withering~

Who prepares in advance when they are sad

Who is crying with the flowers

At the end of the song, the wine is always found and sad

Winter goes to spring, flowers are soaked, and people are drunk

Hua Xie people are also drunk~