Even in the Song Dynasty, the ecology of Lanzhou was already unbalanced and the wind and sand were extremely strong. Of course, it should be much better than later generations. However, Wen Fei had never been to Lanzhou in later generations. For example, Wen Fei almost always came to Mule and Horse Market, and he had to wash his hair and take a bath when he went back. He always felt like a layer of wind and sand was covered with this young man in white clothes. Could it be that he wouldn't it be dirty? Or should he bring seventeen or eighteen pieces of clothes when he went out and change it at any time?

By the way, is this kid dressed as a man? Otherwise, how could he love cleanness so much? It seems that there are often such bloody plots in ancient times. Wen Fei thought about the plot in the novel and TV and looked at the throat and chest of the boy in white. Even if he had a flashlight in his hand in the dark, he could not see it clearly, but it seemed that he was not a woman.

"You guy, what are you looking at?" Wen Fei looked so slutty, but the boy in white hadn't said anything. The big man around him was annoyed: "I hit my young master and I'll slap your leg! This Taoist priest, how did you think you came out of that ancient battlefield just now? If my young master hadn't saved you, you would have been swallowed by a powerful ghost with your three-legged cat skills!"

It turned out that someone was rescued by someone! Wen Fei suddenly realized that he had really escaped by a simple forbidden method, but unexpectedly there were other twists and turns. Wen Fei hurriedly thanked the life-saving grace: "Thank you, my son, for saving you!"

"It's okay," the young man in white spoke this time, his attitude seemed to be a little gentle. He actually bowed lightly: "Wang Zhiming, I was reckless last time. I dare to ask the Taoist lord Gao's name!"

Wen Fei was still wearing a Taoist robe, and he was imitating himself. He pushed the cart away indifferently and said, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say. I am Wen Fei, but I don't have any names with a high name!"

Wen Fei was so simple and slow, and the man behind him was furious: "Taoist, I would have known that I would not save you at that time!"

Wen Fei immediately sweated, and he didn't mean it. It was just that modern people's etiquette was simple, and it seemed too vulgar and rude in this ancient era.

On the contrary, Wang Zhiming seemed to have looked at Wen Fei right and actually smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay. This land of Lanzhou is the junction of my Song Dynasty and the Dangxiang people, and there have always been great wars. More than ten years ago, our Song Dynasty officers and soldiers fought here with Xixia. Wang Shi was defeated and died a lot of deaths. The battlefield at that time was near this Mule and Horse Club. From then on, there were many sneakers here. I think that Master Chen lives in seclusion here, and it is also to deal with the evil spirits here!"

Wen Fei suddenly realized that I asked how Chen Niwan and his disciples how to get to this gathering of mules and horses without shit. It turned out that there was such a thing in it!

Wang Zhiming smiled and said, "It's not a big deal now. Even if I don't save you, nothing big will happen. This place has been cleaned up by Master Chen... There is nothing harmful to people."

Wen Fei only noticed the boy in white at this time, although he knew he was not old. After contacting him for a long time, he realized that Wang Zhiming was younger than he thought, and at most he looked like he was thirteen or fourteen years old.

He was curious and looked at Wen Fei's cart, so he asked: "So the Taoist priest also came to the market? I don't know what good things he brought!"

Obediently, Wen Fei felt aroused: "You are here to the market too?"

Wang Zhiming said: "No, I'm going to help my family transport some things to sell!"

As he spoke, there was a preschool guy behind him dressed up in an accountant, but he was pulling Wang Zhiming's sleeve: "Young Master, your son..."

Wang Zhiming shook his sleeves and frowned, "Why can't you say it generously, but you want to sneak in?"

The accountant behind him was immediately embarrassed. He had to remind his son not to talk to others everywhere. After all, it was a matter of going back to others privately, which was a violation of the king's law. The Wang family had a great cause and had to avoid it. However, Wang Zhiming did not understand his painstaking efforts at all.

Wang Zhiming frowned. Although he was young, he was born in a wealthy family and naturally had his own eyes and knowledge. He naturally knew what the accountant wanted to say, but Wang Zhiming was arrogant by nature and disdained to sneak in. Moreover, he believed in Wen Fei's character. In his eyes, Wen Fei was a person who could not be lustful and mighty.

In Wang Zhiming's opinion, the flashlight was indeed a treasure. But it was only since then. After taking it in his hand and playing with it for a moment, although he couldn't understand the principle. He knew that this thing was not a treasure of heaven and earth, but a trick made by a master craftsman. Although he didn't care about this flashlight, he naturally knew that someone would use it. So he thought that there would definitely be a place to buy it in this world. And it was definitely not worth five hundred taels of gold and silver.

If Wen Fei knew that he had rejected Wang Zhiming, he would have been regarded as a stranger and strange person, and would not know whether he would cry or laugh?

Wen Fei naturally didn't know the way and asked, "What are your family selling?"

"Tea, just wine!" Wang Zhiming said lightly.

Tea, wine, and that's all? Wen Fei almost coughed. He had come to the Northern Song Dynasty many times. He had already learned some understanding of the Song Dynasty. In this era, tea and wine were monopolized by the imperial court. Selling these things privately is much more serious than smuggling cigarettes in later generations. This is the atmosphere of doing big business. Wen Fei admired him and was much better than his own small fights.

Wang Zhiming looked at Wen Fei's cart curiously, but said, "You are so unique..." He was embarrassed to say that it was too bad, so he directly used a unique one.

He shook a piece of cloth and frowned: "This fabric is not bad. It looks like silk, but it seems a little thinner. It's just that the color is too vulgar..." As he said that, he threw the fabric back into the car.

Wen Fei really wanted to ask: "Do you buy my flashlight? If you want it, I can be cheaper..."

"Young Master, the convoy is coming soon. Let's set off first. The leader of Guzheng is still waiting for us!" the accountant said carefully.

"Then let's go!" Wang Zhiming clapped his hands, nodded apologetically to Wen Fei and smiled: "Goodbye!" Then he took his subordinates on a horse and left.

Weird, how did this guy change his temperament this time? Wen Fei was a little curious. When he saw Wang Zhiming looking at people last time, his nostrils were facing the sky and his eyes were so hopelessly born on the head of someone else. But this time, he was so polite. Damn, could it be that he had any conspiracy?

Wen Fei made a fuss, naturally he didn't know that it was his last performance of "wealth and honor cannot be lustful, and mighty cannot be betrayed" that made the arrogant and arrogant young master Wang look up high.
Chapter completed!