"Boss! Come with four bowls of tea!"

Han Zhenhan sat on the bench next to the tea stall again and again. Shunzi and another soldier stood behind Han Zhenhan, and Qiao Zhiyong sat opposite Han Zhenhan.

The decorations of several people are all dressed up by ordinary people, but Han Zhenhan's temperament can be seen no matter how he looks at his extraordinary background.

In a moment, an old man with a kind face held four black lacquered pottery bowls stacked together in one hand and an iron teapot in the other hand. He slowly placed the tea bowl in front of Han Zhenhan and others, Zhenman's tea.

The tea was filled with crumbs, the soup was turbid, and the green and yellow taste was also messy. Just as Han Zhenhan was paying attention to the tea, the old man at the tea stall said,

"A few people are watching the black man objectively. Are they coming from the north?"

"Well, I'll come to Taiyuan Mansion and see what I can collect and go south."

Han Zhenhan held the tea bowl and blew the broken pieces on the water. The person who replied was Qiao Zhiyong sitting opposite him and Shunzi behind Han Zhenhan. He just picked up the tea bowl and stood behind Han Zhenhan and drank slowly.

Qiao Zhiyong, who replied, took out five copper coins in his arms, placed them on the corner of the table, and spoke in a low voice,

"I dare to ask my father-in-law, where can I buy food in Xing County?"

The new regiment has gained a lot of weapons and equipment in several battles, but the food is still a little short of it. The reason why I came to Xingxian was to collect some food, so I would not go to the official road along the way to avoid trouble.

I just thought about crossing the Yellow River smoothly, and when I arrived at the Han people, I would not have to be as nervous as I am now.

"It's hard to buy grain now. Tian's rice shop at the east end of the city, go and have a look."

As the old man said, he cut the copper coins on the table into his hands. To be honest, there were not many people visiting his stall a day. It was mainly in chaos and few people were running around. Moreover, Xingxian was not on the main road, and there were even fewer people coming.

After receiving the reply, the four of them got up and left. When they passed the city gate, they had to check it out. Five copper coins were left behind, so the four of them were able to enter the city.

Xingxian County is so small that you can see the east gate at a glance when you enter the city, and it is like cutting a piece of tofu three times.

This city is also a population, and it does not look much more crowded than the Qiao family courtyard. It is understandable that this small city is not as crowded as that of Dazhuangzi. After all, the village is full of clan relatives, but the city is mixed with fish and dragons. It is even more difficult to live.

When I walked through the county government in the city, I was in the east of the city. The east of the city became a little more popular. People selling firewood, wild vegetables, hunters selling some animal skins, whole hares and pheasants on the road.

The people selling things on the street don’t shout, and it’s useless to shout. There are only a few people walking on the street, just ask what they see, and the patronage is that there is no possibility of being invisible.

Turning around the corner, I saw a diamond-shaped wooden sign with the word "rice" written on it. When I walked to the plaque near the front door, it said, "Tian's rice shop has four big characters, and there were several people outside the door, like opera troupes, and a group of seven or eight people were sitting dejectedly at the door without blocking people.

Seeing Han Zhenhan and others coming, the consignee looked up at Han Zhenhan and others, and then turned around. Han Zhenhan didn't care either, leaving Shunzi and others waiting at the door. Han Zhenhan followed Qiao Zhiyong into the rice shop.

Someone entered the shop, and the waiter glanced at him, looking like he was willing to pay attention to him, and said in a strange voice.

"Poor beggar, don't come in, rice is expensive today..."

Han Zhenhan's hometown was originally in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and the merchants had seen countless faces, so the waiter's performance and appearance did not make him too disgusted. The Han family was originally a wealthy businessman in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, otherwise they would not have the financial resources to send Han Zhenhan and his brother to study abroad.

"This store, how much rice is today, am I going to buy it in large quantities?"

"How about there is an official introduction? This is a price for an official introduction! If there is no official introduction, it will be another price!"

After Han Zhenhan asked, the waiter still sat on a bench and didn't get up and ran it. He didn't think Han Zhenhan and the other one were wearing such clothes, which was a big buyer.

"There are official guides, and there are official guides."

Qiao Zhiyong spoke, and took out a long wooden strip in his arms, with Mongolian engraved on it, and a red vermilion lacquer on the lower part.

Unexpectedly, the waiter immediately stood up when he saw this Guan Yin. He turned his face faster than flipping a book. He had a standard smile on his face and bent down at Han Zhenhan and the others.

"You two are objective, they came from the north, how much rice do you want to buy?"

This Mongolian official quotation was actually found on Deng Zhichun. When Han Zhenhan asked Qiao Zhiyong with this thing, Qiao Zhiyong said that the official quotation issued in this matter was equivalent to an identity token used to serve the Mongolian court.

This token is very useful, and Han Zhenhan asked Qiao Zhiyong to take it without thinking. Qiao Zhiyong knew what rules were saying. Han Zhenhan could not tell what he was coming from, but instead he was suspected.

Just as Qiao Zhiyong was about to speak, Han Zhenhan stopped him.

"You have known recently that Kublai Khan is coming to compete for food, but we are subordinates of Alibuguda Khan. These two families... do you understand?"

"This...sick man... doesn't understand...you wait...you wait, I'll call our shopkeeper..."

After saying that, he bowed and retreated to the room behind. He could hear the waiter's slight sound,

"What a traitor, bah!"

Qiao Zhiyong looked at Han Zhenhan with a puzzled look, and Han Zhenhan smiled. It is normal for them to hear some rumors about the outside world in such a small place, but it is different if there is evidence to pull the tiger's skin and hold the big flag.

Han Zhenhan looked at the token in his hand, or the official chanting, which was written in Mongolian text. No one knew anyone, and he was worried that even the shopkeeper came out could not recognize him.

I heard a sound of moving behind the room. A small, fat middle-aged man with a square hat on his head, lifted the curtain and walked out.

"Who is the one who is the one who is on the verge of buying? The villain is in a bad mood!"

The middle-aged man spoke slowly, but there was still a trembling trembling in his words, which shows how terrifying the power of the Mongols in the Central Plains was. Even the two traitors who ran errands made the businessman involuntarily scared.

"We were sent by Lord Alibuge to collect food and grass, but this place is Kublai Khan's territory after all. In order not to make the merchants sad, let us give the merchants some capital."

When the middle-aged fat man heard his eyes began to turn around, the two beards on the edges trembled. Do the Mongolians still have to get money to collect food? And are there only two of them? The fat man pretended to be thinking alone and walked to Han Zhenhan's side, looked out the door, and saw that there were two people at the door, and this time, some fine sweat appeared on his head.
Chapter completed!