At dusk, there was no village in front and no shop behind, next to a three-meter-wide dirt road, in a small sparse woods, a caravan was busy in an orderly manner, preparing to camp and rest.

More than thirty four-wheeled carts formed a pine and unscattered square array in the woods.

Two of these big trucks were loaded with various furs, and two were loaded with bags of food.

The rest of the vehicles were piled up with one or two large black jade storage boxes of cubic size.

Each car has six to ten boxes like this.

Outside the platoon of the cart, there were 10 or 20 mounts scattered.

There were three or four fully armed knights patrolling outside the sparse woods and guarding them.

There were seventy or eighty people in the square formation, about half of whom sat on the ground and rested, while the other half were busy dividing their work.

Two of them were washing water.

There was a well nearly two meters deep in the square array. These two men had to scoop the accumulated water inside and wait until the water seeped out before scooping it.

After repeating this several times, the clean and clear water seeping out of the well can be used for drinking by people and animals.

In the square of the cart, there was also a four-wheeled cart for people to take a rest, and a rather worn small carriage with a simple sunshade.

More than 30 coachmen pulled the cart, including a ox with two or three times the size of a scalper on Earth, and led it into the square formation.

There were also a few more than a dozen bags of grain that had been moved from the truck and poured the maroon-red particles inside on the pieces of coarse cloth spread on the ground for the croquette to eat.

Yan Yi, who followed the caravan to leave Sifang Town, reached out and grabbed the maroon-red particles and looked at them carefully.

In addition to the different colors and twice the size, the appearance is similar to soybeans on the earth.

Yan Yi threw one into his mouth and chewed it.

It's that smell, the taste of hometown!

Yan Yi was so excited that tears were almost flowing out.

In his previous life, he ran a tofu shop. Since he was a child, he has been helping in small shops a lot.

He knew everything about whether the bean is good or not.

This maroon-red particle is plump and dry, with a mouth full of bean smell, but it is a little oily.

Yan Yi decided in his heart that when he had free time, he would make soy milk, tofu brain, and tofu.

There is nothing else. In addition to my love of eating, I just want to give my longing a place to have a sustenance.

A little fat man with a round face, half a head lower than Yan Yi, and a smiling face came over.

"Uncle Xu..."

Yan Yi scattered the beans in his hand on the ground and said helplessly: "Liang Zhezhi, I said, don't call me uncle. We are about the same age, so we are called peers."

"How can that work!"

The little fat man Liang Zhezhi insisted on his face: "My uncle is a brother to you. If we talk about it with the same generation, I will definitely be broken by the elders in my family."

Yan Yi rolled his eyelids and stopped worrying about this problem. He pointed to the beans that Pan Niu was eating.

"this……"

Liang Zhezhi took over and said, "Although Pan Niu has great strength and enough endurance, he eats a lot."

"Along the way, we can't prepare so much forage for them, so we can only feed them red beans and other concentrated feed."

Yan Yi said oh, and asked again: "The yield of these red beans is quite large?"

Liang Zhezhi nodded and said, "It's pretty good. Dayan has the most yields, and they have more slopes."

"Red beans are usually used as concentrate feed to feed cattle and horses, and poor families often cook them to eat them."

"But if you eat too much of this thing, you will easily fart."

Yan Yi let out a light voice, and Liang Zhezhi's inquiry sounded in his ears again.

"Uncle Xu, I have another small question about this booklet temporarily named Information Inn and its advertisement."

Yan Yi's head started to hurt again.

From leaving Sifang Town in the morning to now, he has been asked by this little fat man all day long, almost annoyed.

"When I talk about Liang Zhezhi, I put forward an idea. I have never practiced it myself, so how can I know so much?"

Yan Yiyu said unhappily: "Just cross the river by feeling the stones, and move forward and improve in practice."

"The final effect is definitely much better than being misled by me by saying nonsense."

At this time, another man's voice sounded, "The words Uncle Xu said were indeed every word that was full of deep meaning."

A gentle and gentle young man with wide sleeves and long robe said with admiration: "Isn't this the case when I feel the stones across the river and treat unfamiliar new things?"

"Just like a money shop, it is also like this, from scratch, the scale gradually expands, and the business gradually improves."

This guy is named Zhao Youan, and he also came with the caravan. He is the son of the Zhao family, the founder of Baotong Money House.

Zhao Youan slapped Yan Yi's flattery and criticized Liang Zhezhi's words: "Zhezhi, this is your wrong."

"It's been so hard that I can rest well at night, why are you still bothering Uncle Xu?"

Liang Zhezhi admitted his mistake and said, "Yes, it's mine."

"The main reason is that Uncle Xu's novel and feasible idea made me feel too excited and too urgent."

"Please forgive me, Uncle Xu!"

Yan Yi hummed with face and expressed his understanding. Then he followed the two guys to the long wooden table he had just set up and sat down.

Several plates of bacon, braised meat, a large plate of cakes, and a pot of small sour fruits that are cleaned to make you feel appetizing and relieve greasy.

This small sour fruit is a kind of spiritual fruit cultivated by the Linghua School. It is quite delicious and contains some vitality.

Speaking of which, a large part of the goods carried today are from various spiritual fruits from the Linghua Sect.

But now that the Linghua Sect has been destroyed, it is hard to say whether these spiritual fruits can be eaten in the future.

"Uncle Hai, Senior Zheng, Senior Lin, Senior Hulk, Sister Crescent Moon, and Song Yi and you guys, have dinner..."

At the greeting of Liang Zhezhi, a group of people sat around the long wooden table.

Uncle Hai and Senior Zheng are elders who follow Liang Zhezhi and Zhao Youan respectively.

Yan Yi saw their aura as if they were like a sea, and knew that they were all masters of cultivation, responsible for protecting the safety of Liang Zhezhi and Zhao Youan in close proximity.

As for the sister of Crescent, Liang Zhezhi said, she is Zhao Youan's sister, a pretty eye-catching and beautiful girl.

However, this guy's face was always cold and frosty, and Yan Yi seemed to have never seen her smile.

Moreover, there was a kind of disdain in her eyes, as if she was looking down at someone else.

However, her lips were slightly pleated, bright, moist and full, forming a strong contrast with her cold and proud expression, making people unable to help but want to take a bite after seeing it.

Song Yi didn't sit there, and helped pour wine diligently.

This wine was brought by Liang Zhezhi, and it was packed in a big gourd. The wine was clear and the wine smelled strong.

Song Yi poured a cup for every adult on the table, but missed Yan Yi.

Seeing this, Liang Zhezhi asked strangely: "Song Yi, you are responsible for pouring wine. How can you miss Uncle Xu's wine glass?"

Song Yi replied crisply: "My elder brother is allergic to alcohol and cannot drink alcohol, he can only drink water."

Liang Zhezhi said lightly and said sympathetically: "Uncle Xu, are you allergic to alcohol? This is the first time I have heard of it."

"What a pity, Uncle Xu, this great joy and enjoyment of life is gone!"

Zhao Youan asked with concern: "Uncle Xu, what are your allergic symptoms to alcohol?"

“Is it serious?”

"I'm lucky enough to know several famous doctors. Maybe they have a way to relieve and treat them."

Yan Yi ate a small sour fruit and chuckled: "My allergic symptoms are not serious, but the attack is faster. The common symptoms are blushing, dizziness, and walking skewed."

Liang Zhezhi was slightly stunned and then understood.

"Uncle Xu, you are so funny. You can easily get drunk by drinking lightly. You speak so clearly and unrestrainedly."

"Uncle Xu, your allergy is cured, that is, drink more, drink often, and use poison to fight poison."

Yan Yi waved his hand to stop Liang Zhezhi pouring wine for himself and said, "I won't drink it on the way."

Liang Zhezhi put down the wine gourd and echoed: "Uncle Xu said that it is inevitable to encounter danger on the way, so it is indeed not advisable to drink."

"The caravan is actually strictly prohibited from drinking."

"However, strictly speaking, we are not formal members of the caravan. We are not subject to this rule and can drink a little bit to relieve our fatigue."

At this time, Zhao Xinyue let out a contemptuous hum. Liang Zhezhi glanced at her and smiled embarrassedly.

Yan Yi rescued him and asked, "Liang Zhezhi, how did we arrange our itinerary along the way?"

Liang Zhezhi replied: "Uncle Xu, we need to walk from Sifang Town to Da'an City for thirteen or fourteen days."

"On the first five days, we would pass through some villages, but their size was too small. At most, we would buy some food from the villages, and we would still have to camp for accommodation at night."
To be continued...