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Li Ye didn't give Li Xian much, including Chu Nanhuai, Su Emei, Wei Xiaozhuang, Li Wenwen, Liu Xiaohei, and two young men, including Zhang Chang'an and Chu Zheng.

In terms of combat power, Chu Nanhuai's master and apprentice are already the top combat power under Li Ye, and they are only weak on the line of King Qi. Zhang Chang'an and Chu Zheng went to Yangguan to experience it simply. If they have the fate to survive, they will have the possibility of being very useful in the future.

"I didn't expect that Lao An was still alive."

After Li Ye bid farewell to Li Xian alone, the Holy Li came to him and said with great emotion while there was no one around.

After saying that, before Li Ye could answer, she continued: "Chu Nanhuai and others have extraordinary strength, but they are hard to beat four hands with two fists. Two and a half-boys, which are the strength of ordinary real people. When it comes to a fierce battle, the spiritual energy cannot withstand consumption. If you throw them to Shazhou, do you really feel at ease?"

Li Ye looked at Tianji and said, "I'm not at ease."

"What kind of backup did you leave?" Li Maozhen asked strangely. Li Xian, Chu Nanhuai and others mean a lot to Li Ye. Li Maozhen didn't believe that Li Ye would let him live and die.

Li Ye turned his head and looked at Li Maozhen, and smiled and said, "You are my backup."

Li Maozhen was slightly stunned. First, her pretty face turned slightly red, then she spitted, and then she understood what Li Ye meant.

She patted Li Ye on the shoulder, looking like I was the eldest sister and I was very strong, and said earnestly: "You just have to worry about that."

Li Ye nodded.

The agreement was reached.

If the Guiyi Army really had the critical situation, Li Ye would go there in person. The burden of commanding and dispatching the frontal battle naturally fell on Li Maozhen's shoulders. She was not a thug, but a qualified commander. Li Ye was not worried about handing over the frontal battlefield to her.

Walking east from Yangguan for 10 or 20 miles, there is a county town named Shouchang. Although the city is not big and the residents are only tens of thousands of households, it is the only two county towns in Shazhou, second only to Dunhuang County, Shazhou Prefecture.

In the dry loess city, the architectural style is simple, with adobe houses one by one, and the residents dress simply, mostly in a cloth clothes, and in the middle of winter, they only wear a sheepskin coat.

Today is a good weather, with high sunshine, and it is rare that there is no wind and sand. There are many people coming out to play, and there are more people basking in the sun in the yard. There are also customers coming and going in various simple and narrow shops.

Nangong No. 1 walking on the street is still wearing a white crescent robe, with the decoration of the Imperial Palace on his chest. However, the lines have been worn out very much, and they can hardly see what they originally looked like. The white robe is almost yellow and dry. Fortunately, the material is good and there are no wrinkles, which can barely set off some of the demeanor.

Even though his clothes were no longer as gorgeous as before, Nangong No. 1 still stood out in the crowd. No one could tell that he was different from ordinary people. Without talking about his robes, his stubble was shaved very clean and his hair was combed very flat. Even if one of his sleeves was empty, he had a romantic spirit.

If his expression was not so tiddy and his eyes were not often wandering.

People walking on the street, whether poor or rich, whether successful or humble, have a posture that makes them feel comfortable. Compared with these people, Nangong No. 1 seems very uncomfortable, dare not look at others, and dare not walk unfastly, as if they are shining on their backs, as if people all over the world are looking down on him.

He seemed to be wearing no clothes.

Even though he straightened his waist, raised his chest high, and walked his steps very casually, his movements were full of stiffness, cowardice, and unnatural and unconfidence.

His right hand holding the sword was always pale because he held the sword tightly.

Only by holding the sword in his hand can he be a little calmer, but he is only a little calmer.

When going out to the streets and facing many people, this is a very tormenting thing for Nangong No. 1 now.

Soon, Nangong first bowed and got into a small shop.

The store at the end of the alley cannot be called a store. It is too small to accommodate only a table and the light is too dim. Ordinary people can't see many things clearly when they come in. At most, it is a shack.

It only has one wall, supported by dry wood and thatched grass made another wall. It was empty in front, tied with two worn cloth curtains to make a gap together. Even if it was a door, the narrow area behind it was blocked with firewood.

Sitting down in this small shop, Nangong First secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally felt a little more comfortable, and then in a tone as calm and solid as possible, he rushed to the person in the shed, "Go to whatever you have."

A shack was divided into two spaces by a simple stove made of stone and earth. There were tables outside, which were considered as places for guests. It was a little spacious, with various debris piled up on both sides of the inner room - some firewood, pots, pans, and so on, and there was not even a cabinet.

The darkest corner inside is a place that is bigger than a doghouse, covered with hay and a thin quilt full of patches.

Behind the stove, in front of the doghouse, a girl with yellow hair and weak figure was squatting. She looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with her face full of dish color, her skin slightly dark, and her cheeks were a little red. Because of the cold winter weather, she showed rough chapped skin.

Such a girl has nothing to do with being beautiful and beautiful, and she is just not ugly.

When the girl saw Nangong first enter the door, her eyes lit up and she quickly stood up. She didn't stand up straight because her head would touch the roof - a roof made of dry wood thatch. It would be very troublesome to pull her hair, and it would take a long time to do it.

Hearing Nangong's first words, the little girl responded softly, and it turned out to be a pure Guanzhong accent. She quickly picked up a clean notched pottery basin from the ground and placed it on the stove.

Because the stove was uneven, she tried twice before she could control the balance. She bent down and took out a deflated pocket from the corner in front of the stove, and began to pour flour into the basin, with her expression focused as if she was counting money.

The wait was long, but Nangong First didn't care. He sat at the table, put his sword on the table, still holding it in his hand, looking sideways at the sunny alley outside, so quiet that he even breathed calmly.

Apart from the yard where he lives, the entire Shouchang City, this small shop with almost no customers is the only place where Nangong No. 1 will not be so uncomfortable. The reason is very simple, because no one comes.

Nangong No. 1 is not short of money, but he can't cook by himself. He tries once a day, and if he fails, he can only come here obediently. He refuses to go to other places, and there are many people.

Once upon a time, he was also a person who was very particular about food and drinks. Now, as long as there is no one.

The little girl is neither beautiful nor ugly, Nangong No. 1 is very satisfied. She doesn't say much, and Nangong No. 1 doesn't speak, so she will definitely not speak on her own initiative. Whatever Nangong No. 1 says, she only answers simple words that must be answered. This is what makes Nangong No. 1 feel the most comfortable.

He doesn't want to talk, and if he can, he doesn't want to say a word, so he doesn't want others to mess with him. Looking quietly at the streets without any scenery, it's best if no one walks through. When someone looks at him, he will feel bored from his heart. If he looks at him a few more, he will want to slash the other party with a sword.

The food was ready quickly and was brought to the table by the little girl.

The two miserable pottery bowls were cracked, but fortunately there was no crack and they were very clean. This is very important. One was filled with mutton and the meat slices were cut very evenly. Although the size was different, the thickness was basically the same. One was filled with dough cakes, three pieces of the same size, and they were all slanted along the edge of the bowl, steaming and smelling, and the meat and noodles were originally fragrant.

Finally, there is a wine gourd.

The first thing Nangong First took was the wine gourd. He opened the plug and poured it into the third bowl. It disappeared without filling it. He shook the gourd twice and poured out two more drops. This made Nangong First frown, looked up at the little girl holding the corner of her clothes, and signaled to the other party to explain with a puzzled look.

"Lao Huang died of illness last night. The wine from other places has increased...the price has increased, so I can only buy so much." The girl lowered her head, her face turned red, and her already cracked cheeks seemed to have blood dripping about to seep out of her skin.

Nangong nodded first, and said nothing more, focusing on dealing with his food. Because there was less wine, he could only have one bite of meat, one puff of cake, and one puff of wine. In the past, he used to be a bite of meat, one puff of wine, one puff of cake, and one puff of wine.

Lao Huang’s wine shop is a fixed place for the little girl to go to to buy wine. The other party takes care of her and the price is cheap. The shopkeepers from other places will naturally not give her this preferential treatment.

When Nangong first was having dinner, the little girl squatted back to the stove and looked silently at the street outside the curtain, her expression was exactly the same as Nangong first had just now. There was still Mars in the stove, and it was still hot at this time. She could feel the residual heat when she got closer. When Mars was extinguished, she could only shrink into the haystack.

It is not easy to obtain dry firewood in Shouchang City by the Gobi Desert, so she must save some effort.

The sun outside was gone, which meant she could not go to bask in the sun.

Nangong First finished the meal quickly, waved his hand and signaled the little girl to come and collect the money.

The little girl's movements were still quick. When she took a handful of copper coins, her face changed, "More...more."

Nangong Yi picked up the long sword, stood up, and explained: "There is more money for wine. Next time I come, the wine gourd will be full."

The little girl then took over the copper coins and nodded seriously, "I will prepare it in advance."

Nangong No. 1 didn't say much, lifted the curtain and walked out of the shack.

He is not short of money. Not to mention eating the little girl's food, even if he doesn't eat, he can make the other party have no worries about food and clothing. However, this little girl who was rescued by Nangong first time was stubborn and refused to accept the extra money.

A month ago, when the little girl was out of the city to get dry firewood, she was chased by wild wolves and ran all over the ground. She was about to die of the wolf's mouth. It was Nangong No. 1 who happened to pass by to let her survive.

It was also from that time that Nangong first came here to have a meal.

If it weren't for the first place in Nangong, the little girl could not afford mutton or flour. Her price was very fair and she only charged a little labor fee, so she couldn't eat mutton. It would be good to have a cake to fill her stomach every day.

She was looking forward to that if the price was fair, many customers would come to her house. If she worked harder, she might be able to eat enough. In two years, she might be able to open a bigger shop.

However, her small shop was destined to be supported by Nangong First. Those who can afford to eat outside would not come to her. The poor people who would come here would rather choose to cook their own actions.

The only advantage that a little girl can get when opening a store is because this store is really dissatisfied and has no competitiveness.

Nangong returned first, stood at the door of the store, looked at the little girl washing dishes, and pondered for a moment, "I lack a cook to cook, why don't you come to my house, I'll give you wages and still care about food."
Chapter completed!