Vol 4 Chapter 543: Wicked woman

Su Xiangli strolled happily among the shoulder-high green rice paddies. The air was not so wet and sticky, but very refreshing. There were some shirtless women pulling weeds in the field, and their thin yellow legs were submerged in muddy water. This is the reason for the muddy legs. The women weeding saw the outsiders, so they stood up and hid behind the tall rice stalks. Looking secretly, they can't hide themselves. After all, they are quite tall, with an average of one meter and seven meters, even if they are squatting.
　　 Su Xiang had deep footprints from the ground he had walked on, and the fragile part of the ridge would be trampled down directly. When he continued walking, he saw many farmers in the field, all women.
She didn’t have the kind of joy of wanderers returning to the civilized world in her heart. After all, in her eyes, it was equivalent to primitive society. Her situation with these people and the appearance of these villages did not give her the slightest sense of sight. .
　　According to the plan designed by the scholars, Su Xiangli should be ready to perform at this time. Whether it's kind-looking, pretending to be a fool, or some other way, he should communicate with the indigenous people and get close to the people.
　　 But people stay in the wild for a long time, in fact, they talk less, and she is not an actor after all. Although there are a lot of dramas when facing her boyfriend, she is still too lazy to talk when she meets outsiders. It belongs to the socially passive category.
　　 When she was a child, she was very cheerful, and she became introverted when she was older. Speaking of which, she doesn't give many nicknames anymore. Life is less fun out of thin air.
　　 Su Xiangli cheered up and decided that no matter what, he had to talk. This kind of trivial matter couldn't be done well, so how about forming a power.
　　 She stood on the ridge, calling out the women in the ridge, "Is your village in front of you?"
"Yes, sir, where are you from?" The old woman responded with a dumb voice. She was wrapped in dirty rags, her skin shrunken, her body was insignificant like a mud puppet pinched by a child, her eyes were already It was thickly attached to gray eyes.
　　 "From the forest, what is your village called?"
"We are County Dray, Boyue Town, not a village. Lord Lord’s castle is on the northern hill. Traveler, if you go to the Lord, then go. He is Boyue Baron Jinsui, Komp? Earl Jinsui’s sixteenth son, you can find him if you are looking for him. If you are thirsty and hungry, go to the tavern in the town for a drink."
　　 "Old lady, you know a lot. I heard that Drei is making peasants and bandits. Does the lord have no means?"
"Yes, you are recruiting mercenaries. Listen to the voice. You are a girl. Be careful in the tavern. Don't talk to alcoholics. They are irrational. There are always many outsiders in the town. They are very bad and they do bad things. The sky is gone, it's gone."
　　 "Okay, thank you, I want to check it out."
Su Xiangli was about to leave, and the old woman said again, "Girl, if you have nowhere to rest, you can find the southeast corner of the town. There is a fenced vegetable garden in front of the door. That is my home. You can find my son. He is an honest man, and he will arrange a place for you."
　　 "Are you expensive this year?"
　　 "Gui Geng?"
　　 "How old are you?"
　　 "I am fifty-three this year." She is as old as ninety-three.
Another woman in the field yelled, "Mrs. Caitian is the oldest person in Boyue!" Her words made the other working women also snickered, and the rustling laughter was like the wind blowing through. The movement of blade friction in the paddy field.
　　 are all mud legs, all NPCs, they laugh plainly and stupidly.
Su Xiang left to thank him, and went on. Boyue Town is very shabby. To her, it is already a good prosperous town for the locals. The village is in a wilting area with a humid climate. On the grass, the road is a dirt road. If there are more people walking, the soil will not grow grass. Poultry is raised in the farmyard, and there are large livestock walking on the street. The feces can be seen everywhere, and the smell is not smelly. Fortunately, the smell of the game simulation Taste is only symbolic, otherwise Su Xiangli feels that he will inevitably avoid this so-called civilized society.
It was getting dark. At this time, there were no pedestrians on the road. The cloth-armored guards started patrolling with torches. There were lively cheers and wine songs in the tavern. Su Xiangli walked into the stone-built house and pushed The wooden door was broken, and the tavern was lit, and there were many sloppy men, some were villagers, some were mercenaries, and merchants, each gathered into a group of wine bureaus.
　　 Most of the people in the tavern have grayish-yellow skin like rotten wood, tall and strong bodies, but a few have yellow-skinned red hair, thin physiques, and their clothes have delicate embroidery. You can see that they are expensive.
Su Xiangli's arrival was silent and did not attract many people's attention. She walked to the counter, and a drunk and delirious drunk was knocked on her leg by the big sword behind her, and she stood up and shouted at Su Xiang. Li is a fool without eyes.
　　 "Why, depending on what I do, don't you apologize?"
　　 "Sorry." Su Xiangli is very sincere.
"Apologize, hey, a woman, I don't entertain women here, are you the new hostess? Then you call the boss," the talking drunk wore simple leather armor, with a thin thorn sword pinned to his waist, greasy khaki Under his skin was wine-red, and the smell from his mouth was unpleasant, "How much do you cost? Accompany..."
Su Xiangli drew out the throwing axe from his waist. There were idlers in the tavern making an onlooker, but none of them saw how the woman carrying the epee cut it. In short, the drunkard’s head flew up and the blue blood rushed. Rising three feet high, like bubbles rushing through a champagne cork, the drunk’s bewildered head hit the ceiling, then fell down, and hit the dining table. The dishes jumped up, making no small movements.
Ah!
　　 The tavern exploded with lively shouts.
The men stood up together~EbookFREE.me~ anger, confusion, and perplexity, spying on her with their eyes, the heroes who broke in among the heroes, and the drinking men suddenly awakened from their excitement. Six of the dead The alcoholic friends immediately surrounded Su Xiangli, with swords drawn, but they flinched, like a hunting wolf, carefully testing and peeping at the flaws.
　　 The rest of the people saw that the situation was not good, some with swords, holding the sword, and some withdrawing into the corner. Only then did the sluggish and awkward waitresses screamed and stumbled across the counter and hid.
　　 The people in the tavern became distinct, confronting and watching, like the beginning of a good show.
　　 Su Xiangli lowered his eyes, put the axe back on the belt of his waist, and then gently put his hand on the hilt of the sword protruding from his shoulder.
The man who runs the pub is a sturdy old man, at least two meters three meters away. He opened the curtain from the back door and bent down into the house. He carried a tin jug of shochu in his hand and took a sip while walking. The house was as big as a few men. After Su Xiangli was surrounded, it became a wall of people. The boss probed his hand and called, the crowd was blocked, and he strode inside.
　　 "Who is making trouble in my tavern!" The old man snorted dumbly, but when he saw Su Xiangli, he was also taken aback, "Woman, and a foreigner, what are you doing?"
　　 "Eating, lodging, can't it?" Su Xiangli put down his sword hand, but his palm was still itchy.
"No, you should go to the guards to pay the fine now, and also, drag the corpse out. After you have done this, you come again." The boss snorted and said, he pointed to the friends of the deceased, "You all get out. Don't come to my pub in the future."
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