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    "He can't run away Don't forget, we are now the masters who have bodyguards everywhere!"

    Hong Tao didn't even intend to chase after them. There are more children of this kind in the refugee areas of Xinjiang Province, and they specialize in robbing the property of foreign merchants.  If you grab it, run to the pre-negotiated place, which is usually a building ruin with a complicated environment.

    There will be at least two adults waiting there with weapons. If you don't chase them, you will lose a little money at most. If you chase them, you will be robbed of them all, or even lose your life.  Although the child who robbed the money just now didn't see his face, judging from his hair, he should also come from Xinjiang Province. Not only did he come, he also brought his habits with him.

    The ancients said that goods are more expensive when they leave their hometowns, and people are cheaper when they leave their hometowns.  When you first arrive in a new environment, it is not easy to preserve the original customs.  This trick worked well in the Redeemer's refugee area, but it didn't work so well in the safe area of ??the capital.

    There are not only security teams here, but also plainclothes from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.  Even if the kid and the gang that manipulated him were unlucky today, and got into trouble with someone they shouldn't have.  Even if he didn't intend to recover the wallet, the plainclothes of the Ministry of Internal Affairs would not give up.

    What if this is not an accident, but a method of delivering a message?  This is the basic quality of counterintelligence work. If Lin Na didn't think of this step, she would have sent her to the security team to patrol, and she was not qualified at all!

    Therefore, it is not enough to catch the children and recover the wallet. It is estimated that the plainclothes people will uproot this gang and send them to Jia Ziyi one by one, so that they can see what a female wolf is.

    "Come on, weigh me half a kilogramwhat are you doing stupidly, I have money, and I have plenty of money! Look, there is money all over my body!" The child doesn't need to chase after it, but Mo Heyan still has to buy it.  It's just that the owner of the stall was a little short-sighted. Seeing that Hong Tao's wallet was robbed, he refused to deliver the goods for a long time, fearing that he would not have money to pay the bill.

    Then he saw that the originally good-looking Han people suddenly had the accent of the herdsmen in northern Xinjiang.

    "Are you a Han from Xinjiang Province? This pack is good cigarettes, give me an extra bowl!" The stall owner seemed to like the taste very much, and immediately opened the side pocket, using a small eating bowl as a measuring tool.

    "Are you from KS or Hotan?" Hong Tao simply squatted in front of the booth, reached out to pick up a piece of cut cigarette paper, squeezed a pinch of shredded tobacco and rolled it up.

    Many people in Xinjiang Province are rough and crazy when they do shopping. As long as they are not too vigilant, no matter whether they buy it or not, it doesn't matter if they buy it or not.

    "Shache, almond wood, my family has 200 trees!" When talking about his hometown, a smile appeared on the stall owner's face, and with a trembling hand, he filled another half bowl.

    "I come from Sailimu Lake, my name is Yuluo, and I live on the top. Is that the Yingjisha knife? Is it authentic? Can I change it?"  There is no right to speak.  However, Hong Tao's small eyes were very sly, and when he caught a glimpse of the two small knives with scabbards pinned to the stall owner's waist, he immediately regained his spirits.

    "It's made by the master, and it's signed This one belongs to my brother, and he has turned into a monster!" The stall owner's voice immediately became louder when someone questioned his knife, put down the small bowl in his hand, and took out two knives.  He put the knife on the tobacco leaves, pulled out one of them, and pointed to the inscription on the knife for Hong Tao to read for himself.

    "Blow it, how can there be so many masters!" Hong Tao looked down, but it was useless to look at it, the inscriptions were all tadpoles, and he didn't know a single word.

    "Two baskets of the best almonds, master!" The stall owner's Chinese level is rather worrying, and his mood affects his performance even more. The more anxious he is, the more difficult it is to speak.

    "Change, give me your brother's onecanned food, sugar, tea" In some ethnic customs in southern Xinjiang, men will wear a knife in their waist after they become adults, which is a bit like a coming-of-age ceremony.

    Those who are not too particular can find materials to grind by themselves, and those who are more particular can buy from someone who is good at making knives.  Yjs County is a very famous knife producing area. There are hundreds of local craftsmen who can make small knives.

    However, there are not many masters who are really recognized as the best craftsmen, and their efficiency is not very high. The Yingjisha knife made by them is priceless, and it is hard to come by. That's why Hong Tao plans to exchange some blood.

    The items used for exchange are a bit rich, and they are basically the goods that are in short supply in the safe zone, which immediately attracted a lot of attention from around, and some of them had malicious intentions.  But after seeing the appearance of Benzhu and Shen Wansan, this kind of gaze was reduced by half, and when he saw the pistol protruding from Hong Tao's waist, he swiped and all of them disappeared.

    "Here, I want this, three bottles brother, brother, two bottles are fine, minimum two bottles, this is my brother, my dear brother!"

    The stall owner didn't notice that Hong Tao still had a pistol pinned to his waist, and his eyes were all attracted by the glass bottle in Bungy's bag.  I don't know why, but the vast majority of ethnic groups in Xinjiang?Men like to drink, and the higher the alcohol, the more they like it, so his brother equated the two bottles of wine.

    "All of these are fine, but wine is not allowed! Come to the roof at night and I will buy you a drink, not for sale!" But Hong Tao grabbed the other party's hand and refused to let him touch the wine bottle, his attitude was very firm.  But then it was opened again, not for sale, but for drinking.

    It wasn't that Hong Tao lured him deliberately to achieve some purpose. He didn't know the stall owner at all. He looked thin and small and had little strength. Even if he wanted to find a subordinate, he would not choose such a person.

    Hong Tao didn't want the stall owner to sell his brother's belongings for two bottles of wine. They migrated thousands of miles and couldn't bring too many things with them.  Get comfortable a few times, and then it's really poor and meaningless.

    "Marten candy, I have martin candy, great martin candy!" The stall owner was a little surprised by the invitation and was reluctant to give up. He gritted his teeth and took out the goods at the bottom of the box.

    What is marzipan?  Many mainlanders may not know it, but its other name should have been heard all over the country, cut cake!  That's right, the traditional food of the Wei people, marzipan, is called Qie cake in the mainland.

    Its biggest feature is its heavy weight and high price. It costs tens of dollars for a small piece, and hundreds of dollars for a slightly larger cut. It tastes sweet and is often criticized as a scam.

    In fact, there is a big misunderstanding here. Marten candy was originally an emergency food that locals like to carry when they travel long distances. It uses a lot of materials and is very troublesome to make.

    One layer of dried fruit, one layer of melted rock sugar, one layer of preserved fruit, one layer of rock sugar, and cheese and honey in it. The specific gravity is very high, the heat is extremely high, and the shelf life is very long. It is no problem to store it in a dry environment for several years.  .

    Crimea makes two large pots every year. When going out to graze, I put a few small pieces in my bag. If I encounter a snowstorm or accident and cannot return in time, I can eat a little bit of a child¡¯s fist and some snow every day to ensure my body¡¯s health.  Need, not only will not starve to death, but also has the physical strength to travel.

    "Okay, come up to me when it's dark come, two cans, a bag of sugar, and half a kilogram of cigarettes." Hong Tao doesn't want to drink or eat sugar, this taste is too unique, but he didn't refuse the stall owner's kindness, and the price is about the same  He took the tobacco leaves and continued walking to the market.

    "Stop, don't go" At this time, there was a noise from a distance, and there were many footsteps.

    "Well, let me see what you guys are going to do now!" It's not that Hong Tao doesn't have no curiosity at all. His usually calm virtue is just because there are fewer and fewer things that make him curious.  But it's okay to watch the excitement, and immediately jumped into the carriage with a stride, set up a pergola and climbed up to look far away, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

    Dozens of people came from the northwest corner of the intersection, not only menacing, but also mostly holding sticks and the like in their hands.  No need to ask, I definitely didn't come out to buy lunch.

    As for who they were looking for, Hong Tao also saw that there were three young men trotting across the stalls towards this side tens of meters away in front of this group.  At first glance, they were Han Chinese. Two of them were wearing old military uniforms, and one was wearing a torn jacket. They looked like refugees.

    But Hong Tao knew that they were 100% not refugees, but plain clothes from the Ministry of Internal Affairs.  The refugees don't have such a calm expression. Anxiety and panic can be seen in their eyes, but there is absolutely no fear.  To be fearless in the face of so many bad guys with sticks chasing after you, you must be fearless.
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