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Chapter 1984 Their respective adventures

Miracle Icefield, on the side of the ice lake, suddenly a mist was blown by the wind. After the mist passed, two people appeared on the street.

"Hey, where are we? Have we come back?" Wang Haixia looked around suspiciously, and asked Zhao Mo beside him.

Zhao Mo touched his body and didn't seem to feel any difference.

But when he raised his head, the "Tiangong Yuque" loomed in the mountains.

At that moment, Zhao Mo breathed a sigh of relief.

We're back!
In fact, they didn't know how they came back. On the night after meeting Gu Xiaobai, they suddenly heard someone shouting outside the window: "It's foggy! It's foggy!"

When the two of them heard the sound and went out, they saw Xiao Qiu standing in the yard.

"Brother Mo Mo, brother Xiaoxia, come quickly!" Xiao Qiu waved to them in the mist, and then the two quickly followed.

Then, out of nowhere, they came here.

"Where's Xiaoqiu?"

Wang Haixia turned around and saw Xiaoqiu waving to them not far behind in the mist, then turned around and slowly disappeared into the mist.

"Xiaoqiu...stay here!" Zhao Mo chased two steps forward and shouted loudly.

Why go back to that era?
How nice it is to stay in the modern age!
We can take care of you!
"My uncle is still waiting for me to go back, and my parents are also waiting for me to go back..."

Xiao Qiu's voice came from the mist, and then gradually disappeared.

At that moment, Zhao Mo had a sore nose and almost shed tears.

He traveled this time for only two or three days, but he has experienced too much.

The two words of life and death seem too heavy in a peaceful modern society, and are rarely even mentioned.

And in those two or three days in ancient times, they had already seen too much.

Now Gouji Town is safe, but Xiaoqiu's uncle, that despicable but brave man, died under random arrows.

From then on, Xiaoqiu was alone, with no relatives in the world.

At this moment, there is something sour and sour in Zhao Mo's heart. He has seen countless stories and played countless games in his life. I don't know how many games have moving plots, but he has never this feeling.

"Xiaoqiu..." Zhao Mo looked at the direction where the thick fog receded, wondering how this child would survive in the future.

"Don't worry, Xiaobai will take care of him for us." Wang Haixia said, "Xiaoqiu will grow up safely."

Even so, the two were still very worried.

That is the Western Han Dynasty, wars, disasters, hunger... who can guarantee that they will grow up safely?
But they can only guess like this.

The fog receded, Xiao Qiu disappeared, and the two appeared at the place where the fog disappeared. They were two of Zhao Mo's personal soldiers and his mount.

The two looked at each other, and quickly ran to Zhao Mo's side, as if they were afraid of losing Zhao Mo again.

If Zhao Mo is lost again, Gu Xiaobai is afraid that he will eat them both.

At this moment, someone ran over panting.

"Where did you go?" I've been looking for you for a long time!

It was Zhou Xianting who ran over.

"After asking for a long time in the group, no one knows where you are. Sister Min Min said that your money was stolen and you went after a child, but you didn't answer the phone... What happened? I got the money back Do you have a lot of points?"

Zhao Mo and Wang Haixia looked at each other, not knowing how to answer.

The money is back.

But points...

Are points still important?

"How long have we been away?" Zhao Mo asked.

Zhao Mo opened his mouth to speak, which stunned Zhou Xianting for a moment. Is "how long you've been away" important?
"It's about an hour. It's almost noon. If you don't come back, I'll go to Gongshu Mansion's birthday banquet by myself!" Zhou Xianting said dissatisfied.

At this moment, in the frozen lake, a purple firework suddenly rose into the sky.

"咻~~~~~Boom!" With a sound, the purple fireworks exploded and turned into a purple rain of fire, covering half of the ice lake, attracting all the tourists in the "Oriental China" to look sideways.

"Purple fireworks? What do you mean? Purple...Purple..." Zhou Xianting's eyes widened suddenly: "Is it possible that someone has already cleared the purple area!"

Nearby, a staff member yelled loudly: "Reminder from the park, some tourists have completed the hidden task and unlocked the hidden scene 'Douji Town'. Welcome all tourists to find clues and open the scene to visit..."

"What? Is there a hidden area? Gouji Town? It doesn't sound very powerful... But the hidden snow area has been unlocked so quickly? Who is so powerful?"

As Zhou Xianting said this, Wang Haixia's cell phone rang.

"Damn! Little Xia, you're going too far. We've worked so hard to earn points, but you've even cleared the hidden scene. Where's Momoer? Please God take me away!"

Calling Wang Haixia's mobile phone to find Momo'er is also a routine operation for everyone. If usual, Wang Haixia would definitely show off, but now, he has no mood to show off.

There was still chirping and chattering: "Sister Wenwen is probably going to die of anger now, she just said that she is No. 1 in the park points!"

Taking another approach, Wen Xiaowen, who was a VIP and brought her own translator to earn points in the Viking area, was No.1 in the points list before.

But just now, Zhao Mo and Wang Haixia had refreshed their points and pulled down Wen Xiaowen's points.

At this moment, in the group of the school song competition, everyone has swiped the screen.

"As expected of the game god Momoer!"

"Momo, is it still too late to join the team?"

"Are there any places left in the team? I want to join too!"

However, Zhao Mo and Wang Haixia were not in the mood to chat at all, and Zhao Mo just sent a message in the group: "..."

"The high-cold goddess Momoer has come out!"

"Goddess, please take me to fly!"

Zhou Xianting saw that the expressions of the two of them were not very good, and asked in confusion: "What's the matter? Are you tired from the strategy? Just in time, let's go to Gongshu Mansion to have a big meal! By the way... Where is Xiaobai? Xiaobai said he was looking for you, why didn't you see me?" Where's Xiaobai? He didn't answer the phone call just now."

Zhao Mo and Wang Haixia looked at each other again.

Oh, how should I tell Brother Ting?
……

When Zhou Xianting was looking for Gu Xiaobai, a donkey-drawn cart stopped at the gate of Gongshu Mansion, and the driver jumped down neatly and began to carry things from the cart.

At the gate, several people dressed as servants who had been waiting here for a long time also stepped forward to help and said, "Oh, Xiao Gao, why did you come here! I almost run out of salt here!"

"Sorry, sorry, our firm has just changed owners, so there's no delay!"

"Hey, have you changed employers? That's really strange... Return the firm? Have you formed a firm yet?"

No wonder these servants were surprised.

After all, this Xiao Gao is a private salt seller, and he also sells other things by the way, which is not a big deal after all.

"Here, that's the new owner of our firm." Xiao Gao pointed behind him, and saw a young man who was moving things down from the car. He turned his head with a smile and said, "Fuji firm, Tong Shou Wu deceive, if you need anything, remember to come to us as soon as possible, only you can't think of it, there is nothing we can't buy here!"

"Hey? The tone is still loud. Do you have refined salt?" After hearing this, the servant was a little upset.

The young man smiled and said: "I was just waiting for you to ask. Look, the best rock salt comes from the Western Regions. It is pink in color. After fine grinding, it is a good material for cooking. Even princes can't eat it easily. Arrived."

"Ah, good, good, fast, fast, help me move my things in!" The family Ding was overjoyed.

"Okay, just wait a moment!" Although the young man is the "owner", he is very diligent in his hands and feet, without any airs, and starts to work immediately.

Unlike modern humans, who are desperately reducing their intake of salt, in ancient times, salt was actually a scarce commodity.

Salt has been one of the most important resources for human beings since ancient times. Even the resource of salt, like iron, is a military resource.

Just as modern humans wage wars over oil, ancient humans often waged wars over salt.

It was not until the 20s, when the human chemical industry developed rapidly, that the freedom to eat salt was realized.

Training, fighting, and working all require sweating, and if you don't get enough salt, you won't even have the strength to work.

Therefore, throughout the dynasties, salt was often controlled as an important material.

Since Duke Huan of Qi, iron and salt have been incorporated into the government from the private sector. To some extent, Gu Xiaobai is the initiator of all this.

On the one hand, because it is very important, and on the other hand, because salt is a necessity, official operations can earn a lot of profits and maintain the operation of the country.

However, at the same time as official salt appeared, private salt came into being, which can be said to be two sides of the same thing. After all, private salt is much cheaper when the quality is similar.

Today, there is a birthday banquet in Gongshufu, which requires a lot of ingredients. Whether it is grilled or marinated, it needs a lot of salt.

For the same cost, buying private salt is much more than official salt, and naturally you can leave some small money in your own pocket. No wonder the people in the back kitchen are so happy.

After delivering the salt, the young man did not leave, and stood there with a smile on his face.

"Is there anything else you want to sell us?" the servant asked blankly.

"No, actually I'm also here to attend the birthday banquet." The young man took out a token from his pocket and flashed it with a smile.

This young man is Fu Wenyao.

Fu Wenyao, who chose the status of "salt merchant", did not leave the pier, but wandered around for a while, found the source of goods, and connected them.

Relying on his "professional advantages", Fu Wenyao also thrived in the "salt merchant" industry. He integrated a group of small salt merchants in three or five moves, and even won the favor of a big salt merchant , wanting to recruit him as his son-in-law.

Of course, this is just a "game", and the salt merchants are actually very cooperative—at least Fu Wenyao thinks so.

In this city, it is unknown how many people are insiders, how many people are not, how many people are acting, and how many people are being themselves.

But in any case, Fu Wenyao's business thinking can be said to be a dimensionality reduction blow here.

When Zhao Mo and Wang Haixia were playing "strategic" games like "defending the city", Fu Wenyao's trip to the paradise was more like a simulation management game called "Private Salt Simulator".

Fu Wenyao, who had so much fun, almost forgot that he still had to earn points and check in various music levels.

Fortunately, he still remembered that there was a birthday banquet at noon.

After he showed the token, the servant immediately changed his expression and became more courteous, saying: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the villain didn't know that it was a distinguished guest, so I offended you, please make amends. You are holding the token, it is our public loser." Distinguished guest of the mansion, please go this way..."

"Am I the first one here?" Fu Wenyao looked around, pondered for a moment whether to wait for the others, but finally decided: "Go ahead and wait for them."

Not long after Fu Wenyao entered, there were two people on one side of the road, chasing each other and running away.

In front of him was a man who looked like he was doing nothing but a street gangster.

It was a girl in men's clothes who was chasing after her.

Who else is it not Hua Minyu?

"Stop, don't run!" Hua Minyu was out of breath.

"You think I'm stupid, if I don't run, I won't be killed by you!" The gangster-looking man ran even faster.

But he "panicked and didn't choose the way", but ran to a dead end.

"I told you not to run away..." Hua Minyu said, "It's like this every time, is it interesting?"

"Lines!" The bastard-looking man reminded him.

"Stop, you woman molesting bully, I'm going to show you something today!"

Hua Minyu felt that besides being out of breath after catching up, the most helpless thing was this line.

"Ah, da da da da da..." The gangster who was forced to the corner rushed forward screaming.

Then Hua Minyu raised his foot, and he fell to the ground with an "ah" sound, "Forgive me! Spare me! I won't dare again!"

After chanting the lines, the gangster raised his eyes: "Women Xia, you've done this mission three times, aren't you tired of it?"

"Don't call me a heroine! Call me a hero!"

Tsk, your request is really special!

Hua Minyu's eyes changed, and the gangster was startled: "Yes, hero!"

"You think I want to..." Hua Minyu sighed...

It's not for getting that reward!
God, being a knight is too tiring, and I can't really fly around...

No, I can fly around in no time.

"Hand over the things!" Hua Minyu stretched out his hand and looked at the three cloth bags on the bastard.

It's a little tangled again.

Why do you have to brush this task three times?

Because this task will reward a very important item.

With this prop, it is called a real "knight".

However, each task is to choose one of three rewards, Hua Minyu is not as European as Wen Xiaowen, and it is already the third time.

The gangster lay on the ground, his eyes pointed to his left waist.

"This? Is it this?" Hua Minyu asked.

"I didn't say anything." The gangster said.

Hua Minyu hesitated for a second, should he trust this bastard?
Well, just trust him once!

Hua Minyu opened the bag, and saw something like a shoulder armor lying inside.

got it!
"The wind blows from my ribs!"

in other words……

The ultimate miniature auxiliary version of the backpack flying machine!

I can finally go high and high!

Little Xiazi will be envious to death!
(End of this chapter)