Chapter 555

Su Xiangli strolled happily among the green rice shoulder high. The air was not so sticky and fresh. There are some shirtless women pulling out weeds in the field, and their withered and thin legs are immersed in the mud. This is the reason for the mud legs. When the weeding women see the outsiders, they stand up, hide behind the tall rice stalks and look around secretly. In fact, they can't hide themselves. After all, they are very tall, with an average of 1.7 meters, even squatting.

Su Xiang had deep footprints on the ground where he had passed, and the weak part of the ridge would be directly trampled down. As he walked on, he saw that there were still many farmers in the field, all women.

She didn't have the joy of returning to the civilized world. After all, in her eyes, it was equivalent to the primitive society. She didn't have the slightest sense of seeing the situation of these people and the appearance of these villages.

According to the plan designed for her by scholars, Su Xiangli should be ready to perform at this time. No matter it's benevolent, pretending to be a ghost, or other ways, she should communicate with the aborigines and get close to the masses.

After all, she is not an actress. Although she plays a lot in front of her boyfriend, she is still lazy to talk when she meets outsiders. She is a kind of passive person in social life.

When she was a child, she was very cheerful. When she was old, she was introverted. Now she doesn't give people a nickname. Life without a lot of fun.

Su Xiangli picked himself up and decided that no matter what, he had to say something. This kind of trifle couldn't be done well. How could he build a force.

Standing on the ridge, she called out to the women in the ridge, "is your village ahead?"

"Yes, my Lord, where are you from?" The old woman responded in a hoarse voice. Her body was covered with dirty rags, her skin was wrinkled, her body was obscene, like a clay puppet held by a child, and her eyes were thick with gray eyes.

"What's the name of your village from the forest?"

"We are the town of boyue, not the village, in delaire. The Lord's castle is on the north mountain. Traveler, if you want to go to the Lord, go. He is Baron boyue, the 16th son of count comp. If you want to go to him, go to the tavern in the town for a drink. If you are thirsty or hungry, go to the tavern in the town."

"Granny, you know a lot. I heard that dray is making bandits. Does the LORD have no means?"

"Yes, they are recruiting mercenaries. Listen to the voice. You are a girl. You should be careful not to talk to drunkards in pubs. They are irrational. There are always many outsiders in the town. They are very bad. They go away the next day and disappear."

"Well, thank you. I'm going to have a look."

Su Xiangli was about to leave when the old woman said, "girl, if there is no place to rest, you can find a fence vegetable garden in the southeast corner of the town. It's my home. You can find my son. He is an honest man. He will arrange accommodation for you."

"You're going to be GUI Geng this year?"

"Guigeng?"

"How old are you?"

"I'm fifty-three this year." She is as old as ninety-three.

Another woman in the field yelled, "mother CaiTian is the oldest man in boyue!" Her words made the rest of the working women laugh. The rustle of laughter is like the friction of leaves when the wind blows through the rice field.

They're all mud legged, they're all NPCs, they laugh plain and stupid.

Su Xiang left to say thanks and went on. Boyue town is very broken. It's very broken for her. For the local people, it's already a good prosperous town. The climate is humid. The village is on a wilting grassland. The road is dirt road. When people walk more, the soil is solid, and there is no grass. There are poultry in the farmyard, big livestock walking on the street, and feces everywhere Fortunately, the smell of game simulation is only symbolic, otherwise Su Xiangli felt that he would be far away from the so-called civilized society.

It was getting dark. By this time, there were few pedestrians on the road. The guards in cloth armour started to patrol with torches. There were cheers and drinking songs in the tavern. Su Xiangli walked into the stone house, pushed open the broken wooden door, and there were lights in the tavern. There were a lot of slovenly men, some villagers, some mercenaries, and some businessmen gathered together Tuantuan's wine company.

Most of the people in the tavern are tall and strong with gray skin and rotten wood, but there are also a few people with yellow skin and red hair and thin physique. Their clothes have delicate embroidery, and you can see that they are expensive.

Su Xiangli's arrival was silent and didn't attract many people's attention. She went to the counter. A drunken drunkard was knocked on his leg by the big sword behind her. He stood up in pain and scolded Su Xiangli as a fool who didn't have eyes.

"Why don't you see what I'm doing and not apologize?"

"Sorry." Su Xiangli is sincere.

"I'm sorry. Hey, a woman, there's no hostess here. Are you the new hostess? Then you call the boss, "the talking drunkard is wearing simple leather armor, with a small stab sword pinned to his waist. Under his greasy yellowish skin, he is dizzy with wine red, and his mouth smells bad." how much are you? Accompany... "

Su Xiangli pulls out the bloody flying axe from his waist. There are onlookers in the tavern, but none of them can see how the woman with the Epee cuts it. In a word, the head of the drunkard flies up, the blue blood rushes up three feet high, just like bubbles breaking the cork of champagne. The head of the drunkard bumps into the ceiling, falls down, hits the dining table, and the dishes jump up Come on, there's a lot of movement.Oh!

The tavern blew up a lot of noise.

The men stood up together, angry and confused, and looked at her with their eyes in bewilderment. Among the heroes, the intruding female and the drinking men woke up from their excitement. The six drinkers of the dead immediately surrounded Su Xiangli, with their swords drawn, but they were afraid to move forward. They were like wild wolves hunting. They were careful to probe and see the flaws.

The rest of them, some holding their swords, others retreating into the corner, and the dull and clumsy waitresses started to scream and stampede to hide behind the counter.

The people in the tavern become very different. Confrontation and wait-and-see are like the beginning of a good play.

Su Xiangli lowered his eyes, pinned the axe back to his belt, and then gently put his hand on the sword handle sticking out of his shoulder.

The man who runs the tavern is a strong old man, at least 2.3 meters. He lifts the curtain from the back door and stoops to enter the house. He carries a tin pot of Shaojiu in his hand and drinks one mouthful at a time. The room is so big. After several men surround Su Xiang, it becomes a wall of people. The boss pokes his hand and shouts. The crowd is lined up and he strides in.

"Who's making trouble in my pub!" The old man snorted coldly, but when he saw Su Xiang leaving, he was stunned, "woman, and still a stranger, what are you doing here?"

"Can't we eat and stay?" Su Xiangli put down his sword hand, but his palm was still itchy.

"No, now you should go to the guard and pay the fine, and drag the body out. When you've done that, come back. " The boss said in a vicious voice, and then he pointed to the friends of the dead, "you all get out, and don't come to my tavern in the future."