Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

At this moment, an old voice came from the night——

"Little seventeen, are you back?"

Hearing this sound, Zhu Feng's expression was dreadful, and he immediately raised his head, and saw a small cluster of flames flickering and slowly approaching in the dark night. When the people around saw the flames, they were shocked. jump.

It seems like a ghost fire is hanging in the air.

However, after a closer look, he saw the fire shining, shining on an old face next to him, getting closer and closer, and finally saw it clearly.

It was a gray-haired old man.

He was leaning on a walking stick in one hand and holding a lamp oil in the other. He was slowly walking towards this side. When he saw the fire here and there were so many people, the old man was shocked. , The wrinkles all over his face moved with the expression of surprise.

"You, you are--"

"grandfather!"

The child Zhu Feng was holding yelled, and immediately broke free from his arms and ran over.

The old man was already very old, and his back was a little rickety. Even if the child named "Little Seventeen" was so thin, he couldn't hold him up, and the Little Seventeen just ran over and hugged his grandfather's legs.

The old man asked: "Where did you go?"

"I went to play ball, and then I met them."

He said, pointing at Zhu Feng and his party.

The old man glanced at them again, his expression changed from a surprise to a little surprise, and it seemed a little dignified, Xiao Seventeen went on to say, "Grandpa, they are not ghosts!"

This child is still struggling with the "ghost" matter.

Ye Xu is the most able to deal with people on weekdays. At this time, he immediately stepped forward and said with a smile on his face: "Of course we are not ghosts, we are just passing merchants. Old man, can I ask you for a bowl of water?"

The old man glanced at them again.

They were old and young, and facing such a large group of men with big fives and three ugliness, he was not afraid, and said calmly: "Come over if you want to drink water."

So, a group of people walked over.

After walking through this cemetery, the fire light in their hands quickly illuminates a small earthen house in front of them. Compared with the broken walls and houses that they saw along the way, this earthen house is also broken, but it is obviously still resting frequently. , So the roof and walls are intact and can live in.

The window paper was in tatters, and the light I just saw came out of it.

Zhu Feng made people wait outside. He only took Ye Yin, Ying Shao, and Xue Yun into the room.

There are three rooms in this room, which seem to be spacious, so all kinds of furniture are available, but they are not crowded, but these things seem to be old, but there are also some relatively new dishes and cups, all shelved.

After the old man walked in, he asked them to sit down.

Then he said to the little child: "Little Seventeen, go and get those newly changed cups and boil water for the guests."

"Oh."

That little seventeen fell quickly, put down the ball and ran over, stepped on a shabby chair, took out a few cups from the top of the cabinet, Ye Wei worried that he might fall, and hurried over to protect him, but saw that The child jumped down sensitively.

He smiled and ran to another room.

There were several Wagangs in that room, all covered with greased paper. He opened one of them, and Ye Wei leaned over to take a look. There was even a tank of water inside.

It looks like rain.

The old man burned the stove, scooped up a little water to burn, and then said: "I'm looking for water here, and I can get far away. I am old and he is young, so we often save rainwater for use. In winter There is snow, melt it and drink it."

"..."

"Guests don't dislike it."

In fact, Ye Wei was a bit disgusted.

The water looked a bit awful, even if it was boiling, it was not very clean. He took the cup and was hesitating, but when he saw Zhu Feng drank it in one sip.

Immediately afterwards, Ying Shao also drank it.

The emperor drank it, can he still dislike it?

So Ye Wei could only stick his lips aggrieved, and considered it a drink. Although Xue Yun on the other side hesitated, he still took a sip.

Zhu Feng put down the cup and looked around again.

It can be seen that they have lived here for a long time, especially the large cemetery outside. He even guessed that this family did not know how many generations ago they lived here.

But here is not a normal city, but a deserted city.

What are they doing here?

Zhu Feng thought for a while, and asked as gently as possible: "Old man, you guys--"

However, before he finished speaking, the old man put the remaining half pot of water back on the stove, turned his head and asked: "I just heard you say that you are merchants?"

Zhu Feng said: "Exactly."

The old man looked at them, and then asked, "What business are you doing?"

"..."

The identity of the merchants, just after they saw the child, they came up with a perfunctory idea, but they didn't think so carefully.

Unexpectedly, this old man would even ask.

Zhu Feng smiled and said, "We are in the spice business."

The old man looked at them for a while, then shook his head: "You are not."

Zhu Feng frowned slightly: "Why are we not?"

"You don't have the smell of spices, how can you be in the spice business?"

As he said, he sniffed at a few of them, and said, "If it is a medicinal material business, it is more credible."

Everyone stared at Xue Yun for a moment.

Indeed, as the young master of Dongxitang, his medical skills are brilliant, and he often carries a smell of medicine.

However, when it comes to this, I can't change my words.

Zhu Fengtai was not embarrassed by the lie. He only looked at the old man and said with a smile but a smile: "The old man's eyes are like torches and he observes the smallest details."

The old man only sighed and said disappointedly: "I really thought you were merchants."

"..."

"If it is a merchant, I can exchange something with you."

Hearing this, Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Although the big things in this room are very old and obviously used for tinkering, some cups and utensils look very new.

Is it, as he said, in exchange for it?

He asked: "Old man, do you often exchange things with merchants?"

"Otherwise, where do we eat and use?"

"Are there many merchants coming and going here?"

"It used to be more," the old man said lonely while adding rotten firewood to the stove, "I heard from my ancestors that there used to be a lot of lively here and there were many people coming and going, but then it was less and less and less. I stayed here. It’s only once a year or even half a year."

His words are correct.

The Silk Road has been abandoned for nearly a thousand years. Even if there are merchants, they are all small-scale. Coupled with the dangerous roads, even fewer people can reach the destination.

But Zhu Feng didn't pay attention to this, he immediately picked out a word from the old man's words.

"Shou? What are you watching?"