After the banquet, everyone dispersed, and Yuwen Cheng stayed and lived in the house arranged by Luo Yi.

The night is long and there is nothing to do, Yuwen Cheng has to go out for a walk and see that Xiao Luo is the naughty child.

"Cry, do you still have the face to cry? He is so old that he still pulls his pants. It's really a shame for me, Luo Yi."

"Dad, it was the purple-eyed monster who held it on the shit. I didn't pull my pants."

"It's outrageous. It's obviously your own fault, but you still have the face to wrongly accuse others? Mr. Yuwen is so handsome, how could he do such a joke? Cheng'er, I thought you were just a young and playful person, but I didn't expect you to start lying. You must strictly discipline you."

I walked around and went to the house where the daytime banquet was listening, and I heard the conversation between Luo Yi and his son Xiong. A smile appeared on the corner of my mouth. I touched my ears, as if I was expressing my apology from Luo Cheng.

"Luo Cheng, Luo Cheng, this is just a small punishment. Is it too naughty? Can you scold me anymore? Is it still a purple-eyed monster? Is that what I call the emperor's appearance? Just as Xiang Yu was born with two pupils, Emperor Wu of Han had a very long tongue, Liu Bei's ears were over his shoulders, Yang Jian's face was stingy, Genghis Khan's head was flat, and Zhu Yuanzhang's skin was asymmetrical. Do you understand the emperor's appearance? If you don't have any special things, how can others believe you? You really don't know."

The next morning, Yu Wen Cheng was waving his phoenix wings and flowing gold trunk to practice martial arts. It was better to say that he was practicing martial arts than to say that he was dancing.

I saw that his arms waving his weapons seemed to be light and not very large. His steps were twitching, his waist was whirling, he sometimes jumped, sometimes slipped left, and sometimes retreated. It made people think that he was a beginner with disordered moves, his steps were light and he was extremely erect, and he had no tricks to say. He was like a drunk man waving his weapons, giving people the feeling that he would be defeated with one blow.

Zhao Yun and Xue Rengui next to them were fighting each other. Both sides were sweeping and slashing, using all kinds of tricks, trying to defeat each other, but the difference between the two was extremely small, and they would not decide the winner for a long time.

And Xu Maogong was curled up in Yuwen Chengdu's tiger-skin coat at this moment, with only two eyes exposed and turning quickly, observing them.

After Yuwen Cheng stopped, he saw that they were still fighting, so he went back to his room to take a shower and walked out the door.

Beiping County was very awesome at this moment. It was the territory of the Sui Dynasty on the surface, but during the Yang Jian period, he almost listened to Xuan and did not listen to the order. Both the regime and military power were all in Luo Yi's hands. Until Yang Guang ascended the throne, Goguryeo and three slaughtered a large number of troops and countless food and grass in Beiping, western Liaoning, and Liaodong. However, there were countless internal soldiers who had to withdraw their troops and suppress them, so that countless food and grass were all cheaper. It was precisely because of these food and grass that they became the name of Luo Yi as the King of Youzhou.

Because it is located on the border and the people are unwilling to build, the city is somewhat broken, and there are very few small denominations on the street. When it is overturned, many people are buying martial arts skills, which attracts pedestrians to watch and make cheers.

I walked into a pretty small shop and ordered a few kilograms of beef and wine, and started drinking happily.

"Hey, my husband shows you some good things from my hometown. This is a good thing that can be refreshed if you crush it and eat it."

At this time, a bloated man looked around with a slight look. After walking over, he was alert to the point where a dry plant appeared from his arms. The plant should have been picked long ago, and it turned yellow and crispy, and it would break when touched.

"Oh? I heard that your accent is from the south. Is this thing from your hometown?"

Yuwen Cheng took over the dry plants, and his unique nicotine taste shocked him and asked incredible questions.

He remembered correctly that tobacco was introduced to China in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, so why is it now available? Is there such thing in China also? Or is it actually introduced to China in the Sui Dynasty, but there is no record?

"Young master, the villain is called Wang Laoer, from Yangzhou. This is a unique strange grass in my hometown. I exchanged it for some food. But how do ordinary people know the wonder of this grass? So they didn't succeed? I wonder if the young master is interested, can I exchange five kilograms of strange grass for one kilogram of corn?"

"How many grass have you brought in total? How many in your hometown are there?"

As a smoker, he has long been salivating about the fragrance of nicotine, but he has suffered from not finding such a thing before. Now that he has found it, how can he let it go?

"The villain and his fellow villagers brought about a thousand kilograms, and there were fewer than hundreds of thousands of kilograms in their hometown. However, although this kind of grass can refresh itself, its effect is very small. Therefore, in previous years, all the horses were fed. If the young master liked to exchange them for 200 kilograms of chestnut rice."

"Okay, I'll exchange it with you for money, and then you can transport all the grass to the military camp outside the city."

As he said that, Yuwen Cheng made a calculation in his mind and took out enough grain to buy 300 kilograms of corn and handed it to the man.

"Is this enough?"

"Yoyou, enough is enough, young master, don't worry, I will send it as you ordered."

The man smiled when he saw such a large piece of silver, for fear that Yu Wencheng would regret it, so he quickly took it, and the smile on his face was almost squeezed into a flower.

"Take out the grass on you first and go."

Yuwen Cheng was not afraid of him not giving money to the goods, and he didn't dare to see how he looked. Besides, even if he ran away with the money, could he still run to his supercar Obama?

Yuwen Cheng couldn't wait to ask the waiter to go out and buy a few pieces of yellow paper, then slowly crush the tobacco into pieces, put it on the paper, roll it into a cylinder, and find the waiter to fire and light it.

"Cough cough cough..." The stimulation of nicotine needs to be familiar with it before becoming obsessed with it. People who smoke for the first time often cannot accept the smell of smoke.

"Smooth" Yu Wen Cheng was holding Erlang Tui, taking a few breaths happily, gradually getting familiar with the smell, and an expression of enjoyment appeared on his face.

Since this is the first time smoking in this life, I feel dizzy, nausea, and numbness in my limbs after smoking. These are normal manifestations for beginners.

But he enjoyed this floating feeling very much...

"Ahem..."

After sucking another one, I felt a little uncomfortable in my throat. There was no filter and the tar entered my lungs directly.

Sitting silently on the chair, thinking about it, I thought that I should not sell cigarettes. Although it can bring you huge amounts of money, tobacco is easy to get addicted and harmful to people. Although he loves money, he also has a bottom line. Did he find something like opium one day and sell it for money?

This is impossible. If you want to sell it, you can go to the UK to sell it, so that they can feel like they are drunk and dreaming.

The remaining tobacco was crushed and a few cigarettes were made, and they planned to take them back for Zhao Yun and the others to taste.

They are strong and can do nothing if they suck a few. Maybe they can promote intestinal digestion like wine.

Ahem...

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