Chapter 771

“…… Words? "

Hearing this incredible answer, Peng's eyes would stare out of the box: "you all know the witch word?!"

A Xian laughs like a silver bell: "ah, that's what we Xiwu master taught us. It's not a witch word, it's another kind of writing."

"Have you ever been to the inner city and seen the stele code?"

Peng shook his head.

A Xian walked out of the shop: "you come with me."

With that, a Xian's delicate navel suddenly shoots out a thin silk, and the other end of the silk sticks to a towering white stone pillar behind the shop.

A Xian hugs Peng's waist.

Then the silk suddenly shrinks and pulls them to the 50 meter high white stone pillar. They are suspended in the air.

Looking at Peng's big eyes, a Xian explained, "there are flaming ferns on the top. Let's just have a look at this half waist. We can see it anyway."

Peng looked down at the slender hand holding his waist: "I am not because of this..."

Such a strong man stuttered.

Feeling the soft body beside her, she glanced at her delicate side face, and her ears turned red slightly.

Although he is more than 30 years old, he has not found a partner he likes. Originally, he wanted to find one in Li tribe, but now he thinks about it, it seems that the stranger is also very good

However, although a Xian looks like an adult, he is only a few years old in fact, and his behavior is no different from that of a child. Seeing Peng so forthright, he bought all the silkworm cloth. On the spur of the moment, he looked at the stone tablet code with him, but he didn't know what Peng was thinking.

She pointed to a towering stone tablet in the inner city with a smile and said, "look, that's the code of Steles!"

Peng Bang Bang's head finally calmed down and looked at the inner city from a Xian's sight.

Since he was a child, he used the herb juice which can improve his eyesight. He has good eyesight. He can not only see the towering and thick gray stone tablet, but also see the densely arranged and rhythmic square characters on the stone tablet.

"Words..."

The palm brown pupil reflects the code of stone tablet and murmurs in a trance.

A Xian chirped: "words are very useful! You can write down everything you say and what you want to say to others. "

"Did you see those Uighur birds?"

A Xian points to the Uighur birds that come and go.

Peng: "what happened to these Uighur birds?"

A Xian: "their feet are all bound with paper. If there is a shortage of goods in the trading area, or something is missing, the shopkeeper or the stall owner will write the missing items on the paper and ask the Uighur birds to send the paper to the inner city. After receiving the letter, the inner city will deliver the things, which can save a lot of effort! "

"If you knew Chinese characters, we didn't have to send soldiers from all over the country to send messages from the Uighurs!"

A Xian speaks as loud and direct as a child. Peng is ashamed to say it.

"I only knew that there were witch words

A Xian: "it's OK. I'll learn later."

"Learning?" Peng YILENG said, "not from Xicheng Is it possible to learn? "

A Xian said with a smile: "yes, there is a big shop in the trading area, which is opened by the Xia tribe. It's not expensive to teach you how to write. If you like, you can learn it now."

Peng: "won't your master Xiwu be unhappy?"

A Xian blinked: "how can? It's said that the shop of Xia tribe was suggested by Lord Xiwu himself. "

Peng didn't understand why the master Xiwu didn't leave it to his own people alone, but he was willing to teach it to other tribesmen, but it was a good thing after all.

So Peng Youquan thumped his chest and bowed his head solemnly towards the inner city to show his respect.

To be honest, Xicheng gave him too much shock.

From architecture to food, from crafts to words He did not have the concept of civilization or advanced concept, but the name of Xicheng was very special in his mind, and its degree of particularity even exceeded that of other super tribes.

A Xian fell to the ground with the awning.

Instead of talking to Peng, she happily wrote a note asking the people of Houshan to send silkworm cloth as soon as possible, and their shops were out of stock.

Peng slightly lost, left the silkworm cloth shop, continue to walk along the street.

Seeing Peng, the shopkeeper next door who had been waiting for him immediately called on him.

"Do you want to see the bronze wine vessels?"

He just saw that the soldier had bought all the shoes in the shoe store in front of him, the telescope on the telescope stand and the silk cloth in the silkworm cloth shop.

The bronze wine vessels in their shop are so exquisite that they should buy them all, right?

Peng stopped and looked at the exquisite bronze wine vessels in the shop. His eyes were slightly bright. But considering his shriveled hide bag, Peng's face flashed a bitter smile. In the owner's expectant eyes, he shook his head and went straight away.The lantern vendor next door immediately picked it up: "do you want to bring some skeleton lanterns? How nice do you look? Buy some to send your partner to my sister! "

Peng stopped, looking at the beautiful lanterns, flashing in his eyes a few silk struggle, or left.

The next shop owner who sells woolen carpets and Tapestries says hello.

"Take a look at the woolen carpet. It's comfortable and beautiful in the room."

Peng stopped again.

There is a huge dark blue carpet with fish and bird patterns in this stone house. I don't know how the people of Xicheng weave it. It's very delicate and looks very soft. Just use your eyes and eyes, you can know how good it feels to step on it with bare feet. If you spread it in his tree house, it must be

Forget it.

There's not much left of his core.

Peng shed tears in his heart. As a member of the super tribe's senior hunting team, he first tasted the taste of poverty, the first time he knew that he wanted to buy something, but he didn't have a pit to buy. It was so sad.

Then Peng did not squint, did not look at the shops and stalls nearby, stride forward to the porcelain shop.

"I have all these porcelains..."

In the middle of the speech, Peng suddenly stopped thinking of his fur bag and room and board expenses. He paused for a moment and showed a hard smile, "no, I'll take these porcelains. Help me pack them up..."

With that, he handed the leather bag to the owner.

At the same time Peng's heart began to feel helpless.

What to do? At the beginning, EZU talked with the envoys of Xicheng and knew that Xicheng's porcelain was not expensive, so he could buy as many as he could, at least buy a hundred pieces. But now, he really can't afford it.

……

It's not just Peng.

The rest of the big tribes and super tribesmen face the same dilemma.

Their leather bags have been squeezed out by the food street for a round. After walking out of the food street, they are squeezed by other shops selling goods. Only two days later, they are unable to buy anything.

But they didn't want to go.

After all, it's not easy to come here, especially for high-level soldiers. All the places here are snatched. I don't know if I can come next time.

If you can't come here, will you not be able to eat such excellent food and live in such a comfortable place? Can't you buy something new you like?

You have to earn the core!

So those who didn't bring their own tribal specialties all rode on war beasts and went to hunt fierce beasts in distant places.

Those who bring their own local products will set up a stall in the trading area. Yes, they will set up a stall. Even the soldiers of the super tribe will not rent any more shops. They can only set up a stall on the ground in a miserable way, which is more miserable than ever before.

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