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"You have to pay to enter the town!"
"Master, we are nearby villagers! Come here often!"
"Where is there so much nonsense, can you pay it? If you don't, get out!"
"Hand over! We pay! Uncle, can you think less? Let's just buy something!"
"What is the boy carrying on his back? Take it down for me to have a look."
"Coffin board! Do you really want to see it?"
"Okay! Alright! For the sake of your honesty, let's go in!"
"Thank you, uncle! Thank you, uncle!"
? Yang Dalin thanked the guard at the gate of the town with a smile on his face, and then quickly walked into Chimen Town with Song Yifei and the others.
Around Chiling Village, there are three towns in total, namely Chimen Town, Jiuguan Town, and Fengjun Town. The three towns form a market according to the order of the seasons. Today is Chimen Town's turn.
"Brother Yang, thank you for taking care of me along the way! I'll take my leave first!"
As soon as he entered the market, Song Yifei bid farewell to Yang Dalin.
"Brother Han, take care all the way!"
Yang Dalin and Song Yifei were not familiar with each other either, so he was brought here solely for the sake of Yang Goudan and money.
Responding to Song Yifei with a smile, Yang Dalin led a few other people walking towards the busiest area.
"Candied haws! Who wants candied haws!"
"Fine cloth! Bring a piece!"
"Kuaijianmen is recruiting, has anyone come? Not only can you learn martial arts, but it also includes food and accommodation, and you can get a monthly fee!"
The town is not big, and the division is very simple. Song Yifei, carrying the supreme magic knife, wandered around, and soon found his destination.
A caravan is packing up the carriage, carrying the goods, and preparing to set off.
In Song Yifei's caravan, a burly middle-aged man with a saber hanging from his waist, who looked like the leader of a guard, asked politely:
"Brother, do you know where the steward of your caravan is?"
"Tie things tighter, and when they fall down and break, you won't be able to afford compensation!"
The middle-aged man was instructing his staff. Hearing Song Yifei's inquiry, he unconsciously tightened the long knife in his waist, turned his head, and stared at Song Yifei warily:
"Who are you? Why do you want us to be in charge?"
"I am a mountain dweller nearby, and I would like to ask the steward if I can follow your caravan to a nearby county."
Song Yifei was dressed in patched clothes, unkempt, carrying a bag of rags, and wrapped layers of the supreme magic knife like a wooden plank. At first glance, he really looked like a fleeing mountain man.
With his strength, it is not a problem to go alone. The reason why he wants to go with the caravan is that on the one hand, his strength recovery is limited, and it is inconvenient to do it due to injuries on his body, and on the other hand, he does not know the way.
Hearing Song Yifei's words, the middle-aged man didn't even think about it, and directly refused:
"We don't bring outsiders here, you can find other caravans!"
After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man ignored Song Yifei, turned around and continued to direct the buddy to load things.
"Be careful, it's you!" The middle-aged man pointed at a thin guy with a cold black face and shouted loudly.
"Well, can I ask the steward?"
Song Yi flew around and looked around, and found that only this caravan was about to travel, so he had no choice but to ask again.
"Why are you still here? I've already told you I can't do it!"
The middle-aged man glared at him impatiently.
"Are you in charge?" Song Yifei frowned and was also a little impatient. This guy seemed to be very resistant to him from the beginning.
"You don't care what I am, if I say no, I won't."
The tone of the middle-aged man was very arrogant, his right hand was clenched into a fist, and he looked like he was about to strike when Song Yifei bothered him again.
Song Yifei didn't want to argue with an ordinary warrior, so he took a few steps back to distance himself from the middle-aged man.
Seeing that he was subdued, the middle-aged man gave a cold snort of disdain, and continued to work on his own affairs.
Song Yifei naturally wouldn't give up just because of such a little setback, he had seen too many obstacles like this in his previous life.
Obviously he has no power, but he always likes to use a chicken feather as an arrow.
???There is no wildlife protection law. Tigers, bears, and even monkeys can be killed at will. Of course, you have to be able to kill them.
The medicinal materials are basically the most common medicinal materials, and all the goods together are estimated to be less than one thousand taels of silver.
Considering the consumption of vehicles and people, it is already very rare to earn a hundred taels after a trip.
Looking at it as a whole, this is a standard civilian caravan.
The white guard obviously has internal strength in cultivation, but it is high in detail. Song Yifei can't let it out because of his spirit, and he can't sense it. However, with such a small caravan and such a low income, it would be great to be able to hire a little inner strength.
The carriage staggered forward. The boy in gray clothes looked young, but his driving skills were not young, giving people a feeling of sitting in a cradle.
Song Yifei tightened his cotton coat, leaned against the magic knife, and the magic knife was pressed against the frame. He squinted his eyes and was resting with his eyes closed.
The white guard would ride around him from time to time, and then gave him a cold look.
When he walked to the back of the convoy, he would inadvertently put one hand against the horse's belly and sprinkle a little lime.
Perhaps it was because the journey was a little boring, or it might be because he slept too much in the morning, the pockmarked boy opened the curtain, clumsily arched his hands towards Song Yifei, and said with a smile:
"My lord, Sun Li, may I ask your lord's name?"
Hearing what the pockmarked young man said, Song Yifei opened his eyes, turned his body slightly and said:
"Han Yu!"
"Han Yu? Han Yu! What a good name! It seems familiar"
"The young master has won the prize."
"Brother Han, what are you doing in Ning County?"
Sun Li spoke very politely, and did not despise Song Yifei because of his clothes.
"Find someone."
"Who are you looking for?"
Probably because he felt that his question was a bit too much, Sun Li quickly explained: "My family lives in Ning County, maybe I can help you find it!"
"Thank you, my lord, for your kindness!"
Song Yifei smiled, and didn't say who he was looking for, and then the two started chatting awkwardly, and occasionally the young man in gray would interject a few words.
Through conversation, Song Yifei also knew the name of the boy in gray¡ª¡ªWangcai!
After more than half of the journey, it was already past noon. The white guard came over and reported to Sun Li, and arranged for someone to drive the carriage to the side of the road to prepare for a rest.
After the carriages and horses were fixed, the guards and fellows gathered together, talking and laughing while eating dry food.
When Song Yifei came out, he thought it was troublesome. He didn't bring the pancakes that An An's mother had prepared for him, and he didn't even have a water bag. Anyway, it was only a meal.
"Brother Han, let's have some food together?"
Sun Li opened the curtain, pointed to the stewed meat and pastries on the small table, and invited Song Yifei in with a smile. In the conversation just now, although Song Yifei was very perfunctory, what he said inadvertently still surprised him.
"No need!" Song Yifei waved his hand and refused.
Seeing that Song Yifei refused to agree, although Sun Li wanted to make friends, he did not push too much.
Song Yifei got out of the carriage, found a big tree nearby, leaned against it and basked in the sun to sleep.
Da da da!
Not long after sitting down, there were suddenly dense footsteps around, mixed with the sound of horseshoes.
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