Just then, an old voice came from the night

"Xiao Shiqi, are you back?"

Hearing this voice, Zhu Feng's expression frightened and immediately raised his head. He saw a cluster of small flames flashing slowly approaching in the dark night. When the people around him saw the fire, they were shocked.

It seems like ghost fire is hanging in the air.

However, after a closer look, I saw the fire shining, illuminating an old face next to me, getting closer and closer, and finally seeing clearly.

That was a gray-haired old man.

He leaned on a crutch in one hand and a lamp oil in the other, and was slowly walking towards this side. When he saw a firelight here and there were so many people, the old man was shocked, and the wrinkles on his face moved with his surprised expression.

"You, you are"

"grandfather!"

The child Zhu Feng was holding shouted, and immediately broke free from his arms and ran over.

The old man was already very old and his back was a little hunched. Even if the child named "Little Shiqi" was so thin, he couldn't hold him. Little Shiqi just ran over and hugged his grandfather's legs.

The old man asked, "Where have you gone?"

"I went to play the ball and then I met them."

He said, pointing at Zhu Feng and his group.

The old man looked at them again, his expression changed from the surprise just now to a little surprised, and seemed a little solemn. Xiao Shiqi continued, "Grandpa, they are not ghosts!"

This child is actually confused about the "ghost".

Ye Zheng, who is the best at dealing with people on weekdays, immediately stepped forward and said with a smile on his face: "Of course we are not ghosts, we are just merchants passing by. Old man, can you ask you for a bowl of water?"

The old man glanced at them again.

They were old and young, and faced with such a large group of big and thick men, he was not afraid. He said calmly: "If you want to drink water, come over."

So, the group walked over.

After walking through this cemetery, the fire in their hands quickly illuminated a small earthen house in front of them. Compared to the broken walls and houses I saw along the way, this earthen house was also broken, but obviously they still often rest, so the roof and walls were intact and could live in people.

The window paper is ragged, and the light I just saw is from here.

Zhu Feng asked someone to wait outside, and he only took Ye Zheng, Yingshao, and Xue Yun to walk into the room.

There are three rooms in total, which look spacious, so all kinds of furniture are available, but they are not crowded. However, these things look a little old, and there are some newer dishes, cups and cups all put on the shelf.

After the old man walked in, he asked them to sit down.

Then he said to the child: "Xiao Shiqi, come and bring those newly replaced cups and boil water for the guests."

"oh."

The little Shiqi was very quick. He put down the ball and ran over, stepped on a worn-out chair, and took out a few cups from the cabinet. Ye Zheng was worried that he would fall, so he hurried over to protect him, but saw the child jumping down sensitively.

He ran to another room with a smile.

There were several tiles in the room, wrapped in oil paper. He opened one of them and Ye Zheng looked over and saw that there was a large tank of water inside.

It looks like rain.

The old man burned the stove, scooped a little water to boil, and then said, "We need to find water here, and we get a very far place. I am old and he is young, so we often use rainwater. In winter, there is snow, which melts and drinks."

“…”

"Don't dislike the guests."

In fact, Ye Zheng was a little disgusted.

The water looked a little chaotic. Even if it boiled, it was not too clean. He took the cup and was hesitating, but saw Zhu Feng drink it in one gulp.

Immediately afterwards, Yingshao also drank it.

The emperor has drunk it, can he still dislike it?

So Ye Zheng could only stick his lips aggrievedly, saying that he had drunk it. Although Xue Yun on the other side was a little hesitant, he still took a sip.

Zhu Feng put down his cup and looked around again.

It can be seen that they have lived here for quite some time, especially in the large cemetery outside. He even speculated that this family had lived here since many generations.

But here is not a normal city, but a deserted city.

What are they staying here for?

Zhu Feng thought about it and asked gently: "Old man, you guys."

However, before he finished speaking, the old man put the remaining half pot of water back on the stove and turned around and asked, "I just heard you say that you are merchants?"

Zhu Feng said: "That's right."

The old man looked at them and asked, "What business are you doing?"

“…”

The identity of the merchant was that they just saw the child and thought about it and were not as meticulous as they thought.

But unexpectedly, this old man had to ask questions.

Zhu Feng laughed and said, "We are in the spice business."

The old man looked at them for a while, then shook his head: "You are not."

Zhu Feng frowned slightly: "Why do you say we are not?"

"How could you do the spice business without the smell of spices?"

He said, and sniffed at them again, saying, "If it is a medicinal product business, it is more credible."

Everyone was stunned and looked at Xue Yun.

Indeed, as the young master of the East and West Hall, he has excellent medical skills and often has a smell of medicine on his body.

However, after saying this, we can't change our words.

Zhu Feng was not embarrassed to reveal his lies, but only looked at the old man and said with a smile: "The old man's eyes are like torch, and he is observing in a slight way."

The old man only sighed and said with some disappointment: "I really think you are merchants."

“…”

"If it's a merchant, I can still exchange something with you."

Hearing this, Zhu Feng raised his eyebrows slightly again.

Although the large items in this room are very worn and obviously used for repair, some cups and utensils look very new.

Could it be, as he said, it was obtained?

He asked, "Old man, do you often exchange things with merchants you come and go?"

"Otherwise, where do we eat and use it?"

"Are there many merchants coming and going here?"

"In the past, there were too many," the old man said lonely while adding rotten firewood to the stove: "I heard from my ancestors that it used to be lively and there were more people coming and going, but then there were fewer and fewer. When I was staying here, I could only meet once every half a year or even a year."

His words are correct.

The Silk Road has been abandoned for nearly a thousand years. Even if there are merchants, it is still small. In addition, the journey is dangerous, even fewer people can reach their destination.

But Zhu Feng was not paying attention to this, and he immediately picked a word from the old man's words.
Chapter completed!