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The market at dusk has both hurried footsteps and cunning eyes.

There are always some merchants who want to pick up bargains. At this time, they will stare at those valuable goods and try to ask for a high price.

Grand is such a little businessman. He was walking around the small market wearing his favorite yellow hat. He didn't care if the saddle on the horse's hooves was loose, it was all held up by a pair of bow legs.

As a member of the grassland merchants, his life consists of traveling between different markets. It is most important to grasp first-hand price figures, and secondly, he must rely on his vision.

For example, his yellow hat, made of top-notch bison leather, only cost half the price of a sheep, and he used a kitchen knife to exchange for that half of the sheep. He didn't make much money from the two transactions, but he always talked about them and regarded them as his classic cases.

Grand's favorite thing is the market at dusk. Sometimes, even if he arrives early, he will sleep comfortably and then go out to look for targets in the evening. Those who are in a hurry to get home, or who are worried that it will be difficult to sell at a good price tomorrow, are the targets of being ripped off.

Just such a small trick allowed him to eat and drink in the vast grassland for 20 years. At least to this day, he is not ready to change his ways.

Grand took out a can of strong liquor from the skin bag on the horse's back, poured it into his own glass, and then sipped it, letting the big green horse walk slowly on the muddy land.

Mud, wine cups and spirits, accompanied by sunset, market and ugly men, what a disharmonious scene it is.

If there was knowledge under the strong liquor fountain, he would definitely refuse Grande's drink, especially if he poured it into a glass and walked in the chaotic market. The scene would be as weird as possible.

However, a confident smile appeared on Grand's face. He learned this kind of behavior at a very high-end banquet. Seeing the dignitaries walking back and forth on the red carpet holding wine glasses, he was instantly impressed - he was imitating it, and he was doing it in his own work. The venue, it seems, is a small grassland market. He also pours himself a glass of wine, puts it in a glass he bought with a lot of money, and occasionally takes a small sip, which is full of style.

Due to limited conditions, there was no wine, but after replacing it with spirits, the effect was not reduced at all. Except for hearing someone chuckle when he just passed by the center of the market, all Grand received were envious looks.

"You, come here." Someone suddenly called in his ear.

Grand adjusted his hat and gently shook the wine glass in his hand. He felt that life was really wonderful. He only needed to drink a little wine to cause auditory hallucinations.

"You, come here." The call in my ear came again.

Grand narrowed his eyes and enjoyed the beauty of auditory hallucinations. Only drunk people can feel this moment. To get drunk, you have to pay a lot of money. Look at my glass bottle. One sip will have the effect of a bottle of wine. .

Zhao Yeyu looked at his master helplessly, moved his steps, and wanted to get out of his shelter.

"Wait a minute." Master grabbed him and whispered, "We can't leak any traces."

"Why? Things should be done openly and above all." Zhao Yeyu's voice was different from his childhood, but his IQ and method of doing things have not changed.

The master patted his shoulder lovingly and whispered: "Kante followed me for a long time, and then disappeared too quickly. I'm a little worried, please wait a while." Zhao Yeyu said, gathering his energy again, Facing Grand: "You, come here."

Even after saying it several times, Grande knew something was wrong. He hesitated as he moved his steps and looked around again and again.

His tribe worships carved totems, but they are not afraid of ghosts and gods. In addition, the sky is still dim and bright, so they just press their hands on the sword, but people actually come over.

Since becoming a businessman, Ge Lang has had many experiences.

When they reached the trainer, the latter pulled Grand in, pressed his knife with one hand, and asked in a low voice: "I'll let you go after a few words. Is there anyone here who suddenly changed?" Are you a stranger?"

"I...I..." Ge Lang struggled to break away. After feeling the powerful strength of the practitioner, he sat on the ground obediently, but was speechless.

Zhao Yeyu looked at the glass in his hand with contempt, and said with deep hatred: "What are you, Master is asking you. Poor people should be cheered up, so that they can not be humiliated or bullied. Man, you are like this..."

"Ahem..." His master also understood his character and interrupted: "Tell me, has anything special happened recently?"

"I...I'm new here too." Grand said softly.

Zhao Yeyu stared and said, "Tell the truth and no one will do anything to you."

He thought Grande was afraid.

The practitioner gently pulled him and said, "You have to pay attention. Look at the soles of his shoes."

Grand, who was sitting on the ground in shock, also understood that he had met someone who could not resist, so he put his butt on the ground without any thought of resistance. The mud on the soles of his shoes was also exposed, and there was a black color different from the market loess. The soil was brought from the market he went to two days ago.

Zhao Yeyu curled his lips and turned his head. He was an aristocratic son after all, and the dirty leather jacket of the prairie merchant, the greasy cuffs, and the unpleasant smell of not bathing for many days were almost beyond his tolerance.

Ge Lang suddenly looked at Zhao Yeyu's shoulder with fearful eyes and shrank back.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Yeyu looked at his collar, where there was a badge with a white background.

"Do you know the Star Warlock?" the practitioner asked.

The clothes now on Zhao Yeyu's body belong to him. White is supposed to be the color of the Star Warlock's apprentice, but given his status, he doesn't seem to have to insist on identifying himself.

Grande was ashamed of his performance just now. He nodded slightly and said in a deliberately rough voice: "I have been to Hanking."

"The capital city that was captured?"

"yes."

"Small city." Zhao Yeyu dismissed it. The scenery of Nanling is unique in southwest Daxia. Compared with Hanjing after the war, it is naturally quite advantageous.

Grand didn't dare to say anything. He held his head high but his eyelids drooped.

As if to show his bravery, Zhao Yeyu raised his head and said seriously: "Master, let me go to the market and ask."

The master was not one to be shy. He reached out and took out two balls and handed them to him: "The red one is explosion, the black one is smoke. The range is 5 meters. Be careful."

He is still a little wary of Bishop Kant, and he can smell Bishop Kant's smell now - it is different from the smell of grassland people, and seems to be weirder than ordinary people. It also smells of rhino horn, which is not found on the grassland. animal.

Even Kant probably didn't expect that the opponent in the same survival star array could surpass him by so much.

In fact, when dealing with the warlock Luo Qianqiu, Kant once used his sense of smell to smell out that he had taken cherry blossom powder, but smelling out human race in a market was something he could never do.

Moreover, the two people have different understandings of the star array, so their use is naturally different. Therefore, Kant can catch up with the practitioner through his own methods, and the latter can also detect Kant's existence through his sense of smell.

It was only because this trip was too important and the practitioners were unsure of its purpose that they did not leave decisively.

Of course, there is inevitably some element of boldness among talented people.

Zhao Yeyu walked out without saying a word, holding the ball tightly with both hands, almost sweating.

If he was given a choice, the angry young Shota might prefer the path of becoming famous through the imperial examinations and becoming a pillar of the imperial court. Even now, his original intention has not changed. As for which rights are greater, more extensive, and more beneficial, these are not what teenagers care about most.

However, the rise of the Cheng family and the decline of the Zhao family in Nanling gave him a rough idea. The master still allowed him to read the Four Books and Five Classics, which was also the main reason that pushed him to become a master. If his life span could be increased, he might have more time to persuade the world.

Zhao Yeyu cheered himself up while thinking about it.

He was originally wearing linen clothes with a clean leather jacket on top. This was to avoid being blown by the cold wind in the air, but now it became the best disguise.

If you are not familiar with the local area, you might think that he is the son of a wealthy rancher. The market is often held, and such children are common.

Along the way, few people cared about Zhao Yeyu. Most of the local sellers are trying to make another profit, while those from other places who have nothing to sell and have to spend the night have to set up tents and prepare to rest. The noise of the market is only a gentle echo.

"No one will know me." Zhao Yeyu told himself in his heart and walked into the center of the market with his head held high.

In any market, the center is the most valuable. In the activity markets on the grassland, the center is often reserved for the chief and his relatives, because the transactions between buyers and sellers are not taxed. This kind of reservation is equivalent to freeing up profits, allowing the market to continue to be held. And there is a tendency to get better and better.

Different from several market centers he has seen, this place only covers an area of ​​more than a hundred square meters. There are five or six stalls set up by Chat Chat, leaving a circular space around the center. The buyers stand in the middle and interact with the stalls. The seller behind is bargaining.

Zhao Yeyu frowned, feeling that the place was a bit small, but he didn't know what a normal market center was like, so he only looked at the second largest stall and walked past.

Master once told him that the second best person is often better to talk than the first person and easier to communicate than the third person.

"Hello, I would like to inquire about some news..." Zhao Yeyu put on his only childish smile and looked at the owner of the meat stall.

The stall owner didn't even raise an eyelid. He chopped off the case and said, "Tell me, which one do you want?"

"I just want to ask for some news..."

"The meat for our money is definitely taken from the slaughtered cows, donkeys and horses. If you are not sure, just weigh it yourself. It will definitely be enough..." the stall owner replied.

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