The cannon fodder fake prince at the beginning, I won by hugging thighs

Lu Jiao used his mental power to scan the entire camp, especially the big tent, leaving no piece of paper untouched.

Unfortunately, no useful clues were found.

But it makes sense. Guo Ping is not in the tent sometimes. If someone sneaks in and finds some secrets, it would be bad.

Therefore, the safest way is to hide it in a very secret place where he often goes.

However, Lu Jiao only showed up in Liangzhou City and could not stay for long.

Otherwise, I could wait and see what hobbies this third-rank guerrilla general has.

Lu Jiao also noticed that there were several goshawks circling around the camp, and they looked very familiar.

She quickly made a few marks and slipped away before attracting the attention of the little flies.

Staying in Liangzhou City, Lu Jiao became much more obedient and did not go to the roof to practice martial arts at dawn.

Instead, he sat in the lobby downstairs like an ordinary businessman, listening to businessmen from all over the world bragging.

In this way, she memorized many people's faces, some of which were obviously tribal faces.

There was a lot of friction between the State of Jiang and the tribes, but the trade routes were not completely cut off.

A small number of merchants were allowed to trade with each other, but people like Lu Jiao had no chance of getting a trade permit.

If one wanted to sell the specialties from the grassland, one could only bring the goods and silver to the special market in Liangzhou City to exchange them.

Lu Jiao took Kuilang with him and borrowed a cart from the innkeeper, then pushed two bags of salt to the market.

Before they could get close, they were stopped.

Seeing that the soldier's knife was about to stab the sacks, the two bags of salt were likely to be ruined.

Kuilang smiled and stuffed a ten-liang silver ingot into the leader's hand.

"Sir, we are just here to explore the way. Most of the goods we brought have been presented as tributes. Only these two bags of salt are left."

The captain of the team of soldiers saw the white dots overflowing from the sack and weighed the silver in his hand.

He raised his chin and said, "Since you don't bring much with you, go in!"

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

The two men nodded and bowed, as if afraid that the man would go back on his word, and pushed the cart towards the gate.

As soon as he entered the gate, Kuilang's face fell in disappointment, and he came close to Lu Jiao and whispered, "Look at this place, there's so much mud on the ground.

It's really dusty when the sun comes out and muddy when it rains. Who would want to do business here? "

Lu Jiao pointed to the bustling crowd in the market: "They are all willing."

Kuilang choked, shut his mouth obediently, and pushed the cart tirelessly.

Lu Jiao did not use his mental power, but did it just like before the end of his previous life.

At that time, she had not yet awakened her spiritual power, and she was brought back to the mountains by the martial arts school when she was young. Before she was twelve years old, she didn't know what shopping was.

The first time I went out on the street, it was the pedestrian street in the county town at the foot of the mountain. Everything I saw was new to me.

A hint of nostalgia emerged on Lu Jiao's face, and her smile looked a little silly.

"How can a fool enter this market? Is Jiang Guo deserted?"

This sentence was said in tribal language, with a very arrogant tone.

Lu Jiao's smile faded a little and she looked over calmly.

He was a middle-aged man with his hair full of braids. Even his beard was tied into a braid with a small piece of turquoise hanging on it. It looked not cheap at all.

Behind that man were many strong and muscular guards, some of whom had half of their bodies exposed, their abdominal muscles faintly visible.

The women in the market all blushed, but they didn't think it was a big deal and instead laughed in a frivolous way.

They took advantage of the fact that they spoke fast and most of the people present were Jiang people, and they muttered a lot of spineless words to the Jiang people.

Lu Jiao's smile did not reach her eyes, she was not planning to attack them here.

The fact that they could appear in the Jiang Kingdom's market meant that they were of high status. If something happened in the market, the first to suffer would be the ordinary merchants and the people of Jiang Kingdom.

Lu Jiao marked each of them.

They will return to the grassland one day, and if they meet their enemies again, it will be their bad luck.

Lu Jiao pretended not to understand anything and left quickly with Kuilang.

Kuilang did understand a few words, but Lu Jiao was pulling the front of the cart, so he had no time to stop and argue with them.

"Wait a minute!"

Walking to a small stall with fewer people, Kuilang called out to Lu Jiao.

"You understand what I just said, right?"

"So what if we understand? We go beat them up, and then let the Northwest Army beat us up and throw us out. It's very likely that we will never be able to enter Liangzhou City again."

Kuilang was confused by what Lu Jiao said, but he had to admit that she was right.

But he still muttered stubbornly: "Our identities are not real, so we can just change our appearance and come back later, right..."

"Don't forget the main purpose of our coming here. When we come across these things after leaving the customs, can't we take revenge and settle grievances?"

Kuilang's eyes lit up, and he slapped Lu Jiao on the shoulder: "I knew you were not a coward!"

Lu Jiao rolled her eyes at him and slapped his big hand off his shoulder.

"Just talk, why are you moving your hands and feet?"

They walked around the market, asking about prices by guessing and gesturing.

It is indeed much cheaper than in Beijing, but compared to the prices outside the Great Wall that I saw in Yan Yuanhao's study before, it is more than a little higher.

It’s twice as high!

They ended up trading two bags of salt and a small vendor for a large roll of leather.

There are all kinds of skins. Lu Jiao used his mental power to explore and found that if a few of them were transported to the capital, he could make back the cost of this trip.

When the two were about to leave the market, they saw a pile of stones placed on the stall at the edge.

Lu Jiao scanned with his mental power and found a lot of good things!

She grabbed the corner of Kuilang's clothes and walked over.

Kuilang understood immediately: "Broken stones, when we leave the city tomorrow, I will take you to the river to pick them up, there are a lot of them.

Why buy it here?"

"This is not an ordinary stone!"

This vendor was obviously not coming to the market for the first time, and he spoke Jiang Guo dialect very well.

Lu Jiao pulled Kuilang behind him with one arm, picked up a stone and threw it in the air.

“How much do you sell this stone for?”

The peddler's eyes were rolling around, and it was obvious at first glance that he had bad intentions.

"This is jadeite rough stone! Do you know the Imperial Green? Do you know the Glass Type?"

He stretched out a finger and placed it in front of Lu Jiao.

Lu Jiao grinned and said, "One tael of silver per piece?"

"What? One ounce of raw stone equals one ounce of gold!"

Lu Jiao's face immediately fell, and he threw the stone onto the ground: "Goodbye."

Kuilang also rolled his eyes and said, "You're crazy about money!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't leave! The price is negotiable!"