A few days later, we came to Linfen County. During this period, we had a slept in the open and didn't cost much money. I had the 100 taels of silver given to me by Li Chaoyang and was worried about Liu Qingfeng. He said he had to meet half of the money. Alas, if I had known, I would have been proud of him.

The autumn wind blows, and the autumn feels cool. Fortunately, we bring enough clothes and have internal strength to protect ourselves, so we won’t feel too cold. There are not many pedestrians on the official road, and we can only see a dozen fast horses galloping away for dozens of miles, causing us to eat dust. If I hadn’t stopped us, Liu Qingfeng would have gone to argue in the morning.

As noon approached, the two felt hungry and had already finished their meat pie. They saw a banner that fluttering in the wind not far away. Four big words were written on the banner, Qingfeng buns!

Qingfeng buns are a famous food in Beijing. There are several stores in Beijing. They often visit them when they are traveling in Beijing. They feel very friendly to see them here. This bun shop is not big, with a dozen square meters, and the business is booming. There are high tables and low benches inside. On this official road where there is no village or shop in front of the village or behind the shop, it is a paradise for tourists.

When I came closer, I saw the steaming buns emitting the aroma of meat, and Liu Qingfeng's mouth was filled with water.

Boss, how did you sell this bun?

One three-in-one!

So expensive? Can it be cheaper?

Customer, I am a small business deal, small profits and quick turnover. The key is to rely on volume and can’t be cheaper!

It's cheaper, we are also repeat customers. How about three in ten cents?

Don't sell it!

I went up and knocked Liu Qingfeng on the head. Is your math taught by the physical education teacher? Liu Qingfeng said in a daze, am I saving us some money?

A middle-aged man next to him said, "Boss, give these two little brothers twenty buns to me, and count them on my account. We looked in the voice. The man was in his early forties, with a national face and a mustache, and looked quite kind-hearted. Seeing us, the man smiled.

Liu Qingfeng bowed, thank you so much.

The store is not big, and the boss gave me meat buns. We shared the table with the middle-aged man. The man said, "Meng Jinping is from Taiyuan, and I don't know what the two brothers are called?"

Liu Qingfeng's mouth was stuffed with buns, and I had to say, "In the lower Qin Sanguan, this is my brother Liu Qingfeng. Hearing the accent of Brother Cui, he didn't look like a native of Taiyuan Mansion at all."

Cui Jinping smiled and said, "I have been doing business in the Central Plains all year round, but I have learned some Central Plains words and said it to make the two brothers laugh."

A young man walked into the door and said, "Boss, come two meals, big set meals."

The boy was seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed as a young man, wearing brocade clothes, a jade pendant on his waist, and a sword in his hand. However, his clothes were quite worn and there were several holes in his clothes, so the boy didn't mind. A hunched old man behind him led a pale and thin old horse, followed him with a step and three shaking steps.

The boy sat down on the side, the old man stood on one side, looked at the diners around him, his eyes flashed over me, and a gleam flashed, and my heart was dark. The old man was actually a master. The boy didn't even use chopsticks, so he picked up a bun with his hand and bit it down. The Qingfeng bun had a thin skin, thick filling and juicy filling, and it splashed all over his face. The boy reached out and wiped it with his sleeve, and didn't mind. He said while eating, eating all kinds of delicious food, and the Manchu and Han chew couldn't compare to this bun! Lao Li, why don't you eat it?

The old man stood aside and smiled silly, "Young Master, eat, Lao Li won't be hungry." Everyone was attracted by the old and the young, and the sounds around him became much smaller.

The young man said: Lao Li, you said that the Taiyuan Demon-Slaying Conference has gathered all the experts, and along the way, the Demon Cult

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) There are many people who have met, including shrimp soldiers and crab generals who are supporting the lunch box. When will they meet a real master? Let me kill them happily!

The old servant called Lao Li said: I heard that the Li family in Guanlong captured an important figure in the Demon Sect and posted a heroic post to hold a demon-killing conference, using this as bait to be an enemy of the Demon Sect. When we arrived in Taiyuan, there were probably many martial arts masters.

The young man ate the bun and said, "I don't care about the devil orthodox sect. This time I just want to make a name for myself. I will beat anyone who has the best martial arts skills. I finally came out and said I would kill a few first-grade second-grade masters no matter what. Alas, it would be great if the old man went into seclusion in the first half of the year. I heard that the young master at the Central Plains Escort Agency was very powerful and showed the limelight. Humph, this is the young master who didn't run out, otherwise he would have the position to show off his power!"

Liu Qingfeng glanced at me and I whispered, "Eat your bun, don't talk nonsense." But I was thinking about the identities of the master and servant. With my current fourth-grade strength and the Manaya consciousness, I couldn't see through the depth of the old man's martial arts. Although the young man was arrogant, the momentum that exuded his body was probably the strength of a first-grade master. When did such a number of young masters appear in the world?

Xiliang Jiange? It shouldn't be. It is said that Mei Changfeng is twenty-four or five years old, with sharp sword skills and even cold as ice. He would not be as young as a maniac.

The boy said again, Lao Li, are you talking about the old man's preference? The second senior brother is so weak in martial arts, and the old man lets him go out, but he doesn't let me, the number one young master, come out of the world, which directly affects my path to fame!

How dare Old Li answer such words? He had to stand beside him and smile foolishly.

Not long after, the boy finished the bun, drank a bowl of millet porridge, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, patted his belly and said, "I'm full!" He set off and saw that the young master killed the demons and shouted at them crying for his parents!"

The boss stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, you haven't paid yet, there are a total of 42 cents!"

The boy picked up the jade pendant on his waist and wandered around in front of the boss for a few times. What do you think of this jade? The boss saw that the jade pendant was crystal clear and bright, and it was not an ordinary thing. He smiled flatteringly, it was a good jade!

The boy said proudly, I would take him one tael of silver at a glance. For the sake of your good bun, I would give you a discount of fifty cents. You have to ask me for eight cents!

The boss said in a sad face, "You are unreasonable!"

The boy said, to be honest, I have no money. He pointed at the old servant, otherwise you would beat him up and exhale him?

The boss said, yes, I'm unlucky.

One old and one young, leaving.

When Liu Qingfeng heard that he was almost choked by Xiaomi porridge, he looked at them away and said, "This young man looks shameless and has a very good look like you back then."

Liu Qingfeng shook his head and said, I feel ashamed of myself.

Meng Jinping then said, I think the two brothers should be martial artists?

Liu Qingfeng's humble way of the past, just knows a little bit of the basics.

Meng Jinping said oh, and then said, "Brother, I have a ruthless request, don't you know whether you should talk about it?"

It’s the shortest way to eat someone else, and we just ate his buns for free, so we were so embarrassed to refuse, so we said, Brother Meng, but it’s okay.

Meng Jinping said, "Brother, I am a businessman. I have recently bought a batch of salt tea from the south with a few brothers. I wanted to make some money in Taiyuan Mansion. I believe that the two of them also know that this kind of short-term goods has a high profit. We are traveling with other retail investors and Datong's fleets, thinking that we can take care of them on the road. However, a few days ago, I accidentally heard that they had collusion with the local demon sect and wanted to be in the middle of the day."

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) We robbed our goods on the way, but the two bodyguards I invited, one of whom had malaria, and the other had to stay with him for treatment. We have been terrified in the past few days and did not dare to sleep at night. If the two brothers can help me, if we arrive in Taiyuan safely, I am very grateful. Of course, this matter cannot be done in vain. After the matter is completed, I am willing to pay twenty taels of silver.

So that's it. I didn't expect that Meng Jinping looked honest and did a smuggling business. Salt and iron tea were always run by officials and businessmen. Merchants rely on documents issued by the government to register the business in real name, so that most of the profits can be earned by the government.

People with a way can make a lot of money by reselling official documents every year, while people with no way can only make some small money by subcontracting step by step.

Those who are brave like Meng Jinping make huge profits through smuggling. Of course, such transactions are shameful. If the procedures are incomplete, they are often in danger of being detained by the government. Formal escort agencies like ours, such goods are not allowed to be taken. Generally, they just hire some bodyguards in private, or package them, and rely on the name of a big business to pay a considerable handling fee.

I thought to myself that I went to Taiyuan with Liu Qingfeng, but it was only 500 miles away, and there was still money to make money. Don’t be idle. With the strength of both of us, even if something happened, the goods may not be able to be kept. It would not be difficult to save Meng Jinping’s life, and it would be considered as repaying him for his grace.

However, the Datong business name is so famous that there are people who are taking black escorts. It seems that it is not just an escort agency, but all the businesses in the world are everywhere.

I glanced at Liu Qingfeng, and Liu Qingfeng waved his hands and said, "Just include food and accommodation."

After eating the buns, Meng Jinping paid the money and took us to the dock. It turned out that the batch of goods he mentioned was on a giant cargo ship docked at the Linfen wharf. The ship drew very deep, and it was obvious that there was a lot of cargo inside. On the big flag hanging on the bow of the ship, the four big characters of Datong Trading were floating in the wind, which was quite conspicuous.

When we got on the boat, the boss of the Datong Trading Company looked at us and said in a muffled voice, Lao Cui, who are these two?

Cui Jinping said, Mr. Liao, these two are my two relatives in Linfen County. This time I went to Taiyuan with me. Have you two met Mr. Liao?

We both quickly bowed and saw Mr. Liao.

Boss Liao nodded. A pair of rat eyes swept around us. With his strength, as long as we could hide our aura, he could not see the depth of our martial arts at all.

Cui Jinping paid for us at the place where livestock were stored behind the cabin. We led the reeds and beggars behind. The beggar donkey was listless all the way. Seeing that there was a sweat-blooded BMW here, the donkey's eyes suddenly glowed and kept rubbing the BMW. The reeds looked coldly on the side, and the breath of disdain was sprayed out from the nose. The beggar donkey raised his head, as if saying, "You female mule, I don't care about you."

I told the guy that you should tie it tightly, and this donkey is not honest at night. The mare was obviously very scared when she saw the beggar donkey and kept dodging back. Seeing it like this, the beggar donkey was even more proud and kept kicking the deck with its hooves.

Cui Jinping was obviously afraid of death, so he arranged us with him in the same room. Liu Qingfeng had no objection, but I didn't want to hear Liu Qingfeng's odor, so I opened another room next door, and we took turns to protect him.

Early the next morning, Cui Jinping moved to my room with a quilt in his arms.

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