Chapter 31

When entering the town, the soldiers on the wooden watchtower will stay on the man and dog for no more than two seconds. The sheriff, who is responsible for spot checking passing passengers to prevent wanted criminals or gangsters from entering the town, is even more lazy to pay attention to Zhao Mai. Maybe in the eyes of these people, young people and puppies with their tummies are not threatening, are they?

There is no time to carefully observe the stone floor of the town, and there is no energy to examine the strength and living standards of the residents here. Zhao Mai's eyes have been looking at all kinds of signs. This is not the earth, education is not universal, illiteracy is universal. So even if you don't know any words, you can live a normal life here.

The design on the sign explains a lot of things. One of the signs with fireplace, roast chicken and beer fully attracted Zhao Mai's attention. "It's this one. I can find a place to eat." Reserve grain agreed with Zhao Mai's words, wagged his tail, followed his master closely, and went in with his head held high.

Two maids stood under the sign of the fireplace. When Zhao Mai strode in, the older girl covered her face with her hand. Zhao Mai was very polite and asked them to get out of the way. He didn't want to hurt them when he entered the store. The young maid giggled. Although she understood the meaning of Zhao Mai's body movements, she didn't look like a really cultured person.

They stand at the door to let in and out of the guests "meet", and then in an instant to agree on a deal and bed. The older maid's eyes were sharper. She saw Zhao Mai's black pupils and noticed the black hair on the edge of the leather hat. It's a very rare physical feature, and rarity means risk. To cover your face means to show that you are not interested in it and let the guests retreat.

This expression was all in vain, and Zhao Mai didn't understand it at all. Even if he guessed the careers of the two women, he knew nothing about these routines - after all, he was just a new driver. Inside the tavern, at the end of the noisy hall, a fat man with big arms and round waist was wiping the counter. With a huge rag in his thick palm, he slides quickly on the table. Although his hands were busy, his small eyes, which were squeezed into a slit, were looking at everything here.

The pub is a collection of all kinds of things, including trouble. Those who want to hide their identity will sit in the shadow of the corner, those who want to listen for information like to cook by the fireplace with many people, those who want to get drunk occupy the table in the middle of the hall, and those who want to put their palms on the buttocks of the maid control both sides of the passage from the back kitchen to the front hall, where their "target" must pass.

Zhao Mai picked up the grain reserve, went straight through the hall, and sat in the most prominent place, closest to the fat boss. He wanted to order something to eat, but suddenly he found that he didn't know the name of the local dish. After a turn of his eyes, he decided to order the most infallible food: "meat, bread, eggs and ale!"

"Which silly child is this?" Some of the original focus on him gradually dispersed, they did not find what they wanted from Zhao Mai, whether it was money opportunities or other things.

It's not surprising that other people look down on his equipment. It's old armor. It's not made to measure, so it's a little small. It's tight on the body. Survival work in dense forests and lakeside adds a lot of decoration to the armor, including soil, smoke and more wear. Only the dagger and axe are a little thin, and even the shield can't satisfy the basic configuration of the fighter.

Originally, the heavy sack behind Zhao Mai could attract everyone's attention, but his rookie costume helped a lot, and everyone lost interest in finding out.

The fat boss thinks the same way. After making sure that the new guest is incapable of causing trouble, his only worry is whether he can receive the meal money.

His voice with a very strange trill, fat lips and "pleplepler" accompaniment, Zhao Mai poor hearing is basically useless. But what kind of problem can we have in a pub? It's nothing more than "do you want to rent a room?" "What do you pay with?" "Do you need special service?"

In many cases, life is like a game, or the game can often extract the most core and most likely to happen in life. There's nothing in a pub that can't be solved with money except group fights - if not, add fists. Zhao Mai guessed that the tavern owner wanted money, so he opened the dwarf's purse and showed it to him. The original gold coins had been taken out and put in other places, but only three were left in the money bag. A meal doesn't cost much. The simple food Zhao Mai asked for only needs a few silver coins.

Money is good for business. In a short time, large pieces of carrot stewed chicken with potato juice, two boiled eggs, brown bread with small arms, and half a bar of ale were served.

Of all the foods, only wheat wine was of the most interest to Zhao Mai. This beer like drink is made from roasted barley and is said to be sweet and textured. Wheat wine from different regions can fully reflect the local water and soil flavor. Before the meal, all this was just the introduction Zhao Mai read from the book.

He drank cold boiled water all the way, but no matter how it was boiled, the lake had a strange taste, which could not satisfy him completely. Because of its convenient preparation, low price, long shelf life and rich nutrition, wheat wine has always been used as a substitute for water.Full of a big swallow, Zhao Mai felt that he had read some exaggeration. If you used to drink a lot of fresh orange beer, then wheat wine is fruit orange - there are a lot of chewing things in it. It's sweet. It's much better than boiled lake water, but it's just enough to drink. As for the aroma of wine, Zhao Mai didn't taste it very well.

It doesn't matter. Just think it's water for dinner. In front of this plate of things from all aspects of color, fragrance, each one is qualified. Zhao Mai clearly saw a few words from his meal: "just have enough."

Hunger as a condiment, any meal can be eaten. Zhao Mai took a spoon and put it in his mouth. Then he used ale to help him swallow. He finished one in a short time. The reserve grain gets its eggs and chicken, but it's enjoying it.

The whole meal is light, fragrant, but not salty. Zhao Mai thought for a while and asked for a large roast. He wants to see the local food taste and find a market for his salt.

Not surprisingly, even the roast chicken is light, or only the aroma of oil, but no good salt for hair. Zhao Mai will not sprinkle salt on food in public, but he has lost his appetite for the time being. With the help of body language and his half baked common language, he rented a room as a foothold and hoped to hire a "local" as a temporary servant.

Rubbing the two gold coins in his hand, the fat boss pondered and quickly listed the available candidates in his mind. Ferdinand green, nicknamed "mad rat," might be just right.