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Chapter 373 Market
In the market at dusk, there are both hasty footsteps and cunning eyes.

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

Grand was such a small businessman.He was strolling in the small market with his favorite yellow hat, and he didn't care if the saddle on the horse's hoof was loose, and he was holding it with a pair of bow legs.

As a member of the prairie merchants, his life is to go back and forth between different markets, the most important thing is to grasp the first-hand price figures, followed by his eyesight.

For example, his yellow hat and the top-notch workmanship of buffalo leather cost only half the price of a sheep, which he bought with a kitchen knife.The two transactions did not make much money, but he always talked about them as classic cases.

What Ge Lang likes most is the market at dusk. Sometimes, even if he arrives early, he will sleep comfortably, and then come out to look for targets in the evening.Those who are in a hurry to go home, or those who are worried that it will be difficult to sell at a good price tomorrow, are all the targets of their slaughter.

It was such a small trick that allowed him to eat and drink in the huge grassland for 20 years. At least until today, he is not going to change course.

Ge Lang took out a can of spirits from the pouch on the horse's back, poured it into his own glass, and then sipped it, letting the big blue horse walk slowly on the muddy ground.

Soil, cups, and spirits, accompanied by sunsets, fairs, and ugly men, what a discordant 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, there was a confident smile on Ge Lang's face.He learned how to behave like this at a very high-level banquet. Seeing those dignitaries walking back and forth on the red carpet with wine glasses, he was instantly impressed—he imitated the example, and when he was working At present, the place is a small grassland market. He also pours himself a glass of wine, puts it in a glass 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 did not decrease in the slightest.Except when he heard someone chuckle when he passed by the center of the market just now, all Ge Lang got was envious eyes.

"You, come here." Suddenly someone called out next to his ear.

Grand adjusted his hat, shook the wine glass lightly in his hand, felt that life was wonderful, and he only needed to drink a little wine to experience auditory hallucinations.

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

Ge Lang squinted his eyes and enjoyed the beauty of auditory hallucinations. Only drunk people can feel this moment. If you want to get drunk, you can get a lot of money. Look at my glass bottle. One sip will have the effect of a jug of wine .

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

"Wait a minute." Master grabbed him suddenly, and whispered: "We must not leak traces."

"Why? Doing things should be aboveboard." Zhao Yeyu's voice has been separated from his childhood, but his IQ and way of doing things have not changed.

The master patted him on the shoulder lovingly, and said in a low voice: "Kant followed me for a long time, and then disappeared too quickly. I am a little worried. Wait for a while." Zhao Yeyu said, gathering Qi again, To Ge Lang: "You, come here."

Even after saying it a few times, Ge Lang knew something was wrong, he hesitated while moving his steps, and even 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 hazy, so they just put their hands on the sword, but people really walked over.

Since being a businessman, Ge Lang has had a lot of experience.

It wasn't until he got to the side of the trainee that the latter pulled Ge Lang in, pressed his knife with one hand, and asked in a low voice, "I'll let you go after just a few words. Is there anyone here who suddenly changed?" stranger?"

"I...I..." Ge Lang struggled to break free. After feeling the strong strength of the practitioner, he sat on the ground obediently, but couldn't speak.

Zhao Yeyu looked at the glass in his hand with disdainful eyes, and said with deep hatred: "What are you, Master asked you something. The barren people should have an uplifting look, so that they can not be humiliated and bullied. Man, you are so..."

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

"I... I'm new here too." Ge Lang said in a low voice.

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

He thought Grande was afraid.

The trainee held him lightly, and said, "Pay attention, look at the soles of his shoes."

Ge Lang, who was sitting on the ground scared, also knew that he had met someone irresistible, so his buttocks were on the ground, and he didn't even think about resisting at all. The mud on the soles of his shoes was also exposed. Soil, that was brought from the bazaar 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, shrinking back again and again.

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

"Do you know the Astromancer?" the trainee asked.

The clothes on Zhao Yeyu's body now belong to him.White should be the color of an apprentice star warlock, but when he reaches his position, it seems that he doesn't have to insist on marking his identity.

Ge Lang was ashamed of his behavior just now, nodded his head slightly, and deliberately said in a rough voice: "I have been to Hanjing."

"The capital city that was captured?"

"Yes."

"Small city." Zhao Yeyu dismissed it.The scenery of Nanling is definitely the same in the southwest of Daxia. Compared with Hanjing after the war, it naturally has quite an advantage.

Ge Lang didn't dare to say anything, his head was held high, but his eyelids were drooping.

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

Master is not a coy person, 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 still has some scruples about Bishop Kant, and now he can smell Bishop Kant's smell - it is different from the smell of grassland people, it seems weirder than ordinary people, and it also smells of rhinoceros horn, which is not found on the grassland animal.

Even Kant probably didn't expect that the other party could surpass him by so much in the same Survival Star Array.

In fact, when dealing with Luo Qianqiu Star Warlock, Kant also used his sense of smell to smell that he was taking cherry blossom powder, but it was absolutely impossible for him to smell the human species in a market.

Moreover, the two people have different understandings of the star array, and naturally use it differently, so Kant can catch up with the trainee through his own method, 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 trainees were not sure of its purpose, that they did not leave decisively.

Of course, it is inevitable that there are some elements of boldness of high-level artists.

Without saying a word, Zhao Yeyu walked out, 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.

What he was wearing was linen clothes, and a clean leather jacket was put on. This was to avoid being blown by the cold wind in the air, and now it became the best camouflage.

If you are not familiar with the local people, you may think that he is the son of a rich rancher, and the market is often held, and such children are also common.

Along the way, few people cared about Zhao Yeyu.Most of the local sellers want to make more money, and those who are not sold out of other places and want to stay overnight have to set up tents and so on, preparing to rest, and the noise of the market is only a soft echo.

"No one will know me." Zhao Yeyu told himself, walking into the center of the market with his head held high.

In any market, the center is the most valuable.For the active market on the grassland, the center is often reserved for the chief and his relatives, because the transactions between buyers and sellers are not taxed, and this kind of reservation is equivalent to freeing up profits, so that the market can continue to operate. And there is a tendency to do better and better.

Different from the few market centers he has seen, this place only has a size of more than [-] square meters. There are five or six stalls, and a circular space is left around the center. Buyers stand in the middle, and the stalls The sellers in the back haggle over the price.

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.

The master told him that the second is often better at speaking than the first, and easier to communicate than the third.

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

The stall owner didn't even lift his eyelids, but he chopped the case and said, "Tell me, which one do you want?"

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

"Our money and meat are definitely taken from freshly killed cows, donkeys and horses. If you are not at ease, you can weigh it yourself. It is definitely enough to weigh..." The stall owner replied.

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