Qingqiu Kingdom is in the east, but Qingqiu Mountain is in the south. This is because there are several tribes of fox totem, among which the eldest clan of Qingqiu Kingdom belongs to the Tushan clan.

This Qingqiu native is a subordinate of the Tushan clan, called the Youpeng clan.

A place with lush grass and trees.

In short, it is not very important what this clan is called, as long as you know that he is from Qingqiu.

Just like traveling, people will say that you are from Shandong or Henan, and they usually don’t ask you carefully which city or district you are from. Of course, except for bulk Jiangsu people.

Uncle Xi was not interested in their dispute over the goods, but was very interested in the person who made the original plow. Although it was rough, it was not much different from the single-player model plow made by Guan.

It just seems a little ugly, and what makes Uncle Xi even more concerned is that Yan Zai named this thing Li, this place, under the foot of Li Mountain, on the lei ze, and on the land of Shouqiu, how could anyone name the same thing with the same name?

Uncle Xi thinks there must be something strange about this matter!

Could it be that Jing Zai and this young man in Shouqiu are the legendary "my friend"?

The more I think about it, the more I feel that it is possible. Jingzai is from the beginning. When bragging with Dayi, I always say that I have a friend. Although Uncle Xi thinks that the format of this sentence is learned from Dayi, Jingzai should have many friends.

Uncle Xi talked to the man who was buying water, and saw that he was holding a few apricots and a bowl of well water in his hand, and was very happy to eat.

"Oh, aren't you going to Taotang City? Now you are going to Shouqiu again? Although it's not far away,"

The man of the nail spirit knew that it was definitely not ordinary people who could go to the city of Taotang. It was the place where the emperor lived for 66 years, but even if you were a central cadre, you would have to pay more money to change the route halfway.

"Add, add!"

Money is not a problem. Uncle Xi said that he would keep it in my account book and go back to the east. If he is lucky, he can find his brother Xizhong's tribe members. Just pay the taxi fee in reverse.

The man from Dingling didn't care about these things, but he just needed to increase the money anyway, so he went to buy some dry food. There were indeed many traveling merchants from all over the mountains and seas in Shangqiu. Although the Qingqiu people had a fight with the Yu people before, and the Qingqiu people successfully led to the interference of the local clans of Shangqiu and punished the plagiarism incident, the Qingqiu people took action first, so they also fined them.

"If you have something, you have to follow the rules and hit people at any time. It is a crime for the feather man to refute goods, but you can't do it. You will not be allowed to continue selling goods next time you commit another crime? Tushan? You fox man will use Tushan to suppress me! Look at this!"

The urban management of Shangqiu family pointed at a vendor not far away to the dissatisfied Qingqiu man.

The Qingqiu people turned around.

It was a man who was three or five feet tall, with a majestic appearance, staring at his copper bell-like eyes. He bought bone flutes and cowhides, some handmade pottery, clay figures, and rare blue ice jade. All of them were in the style of Queen Mother of the West. At this time, he was staring at passers-by, as if he was saying, "Look, you can, but if you don't buy it, you will be killed."

"That's from Lintao, the West. Look at his arms are thicker than your waist and his fist is bigger than your butt. What will happen to you, a soft fox, if he punches you?"

The Qingqiu people swallowed, their long fox ears trembled and looked at the Lintao people. When the big man saw the Qingqiu people, he suddenly raised his eyebrows.

The atmosphere was once very awkward.

Xi Shu's route moved from Shangqiu to Shouqiu. After many days, he came to Shouqiu. In the near-sun, the sun rose and Shouqiu opened. The loess and dust from ancient times rose, and cows and horses were carrying goods and were led into this place by people.

Chonghua peddled plows at the market.

The things he sold were very special, so many people gathered here. Some people heard about Qingqiu people buying plows here last time, so this time, there were much fewer people watching the show than when Chonghua came to sell plows last time, and there were more people paying money.

"How is his selling stuff?"

Uncle Xi asked a cargo owner next to him that Shouqiu was of course far less prosperous than Shangqiu. Most of them were Dongyi people and overseas people, with fewer people in the Central Plains, Westerners, and southerners. The Dongyi market was basically copied from the Central Plains, but the goods flow in Shouqiu was far less than that of Shangqiu.

"You said Chonghua, this kid is a good person and has a good reputation here."

The stall owner said this and praised it for a few words. Uncle Xi was shocked and thought to himself that the maker of the plow was what Chi Songzi said, and also mentioned by Dayi, the "Dongyi Boy" who was being investigated by the emperor.

"Interesting, is he a friend?"

Uncle Xi leaned forward, and the man from Dingling came back and said, "I asked a few stall owners and said that the child was very honest in selling things, and he didn't make much money, and his family's situation."

Uncle Xi of course knew the situation of Chonghua's family. After all, Dayi and Chi Songzi had already talked about this matter many times.

Uncle Xi saw a little girl on Chonghua's plow stall, holding ink stones on the wooden board, and the things she wrote were constantly praised by people around her, and some even gave out shell coins, hoping to buy them back.

Ink was found very early, and appeared in the Neolithic Age and was found when clay was burned. However, this ink was not the later ink, but a kind of stone.

There are many dyed stones of various colors in the Shanhai Jing. The Zhongshan group, Nuji Mountain, Fengyu Mountain, is rich in this product, called "Shi Nirvana".

Yang Shen of the Ming Dynasty once said: "Stone Nirvana Black Pill is the current stone black stone."

"In ancient books, in ancient times, in ancient times, in smoke and ink"

Similarly, Li Shizhen also wrote that black stone fat is stone nigra and also graphite.

Of course, during the Tang Dynasty, stone fat was used to refer to the oil in the Western Regions during the Han Dynasty, and it was called oil "现水".

Southerners once used this thing to draw thrushes.

"That's his sister, called Shishou."

杨 means "knocking trees to obtain fruits", and the first one also has the meaning of "newborn".

"What is this drawing?"

With a kind and kind look, and compared with the man of Dingling, it was a legendary old man who was full of favorability. He looked up and handed over the painting. It was a colorful and highly polite explanation:

"It's an elephant! There are elephants plowing the fields in our field."

The one drawn on it is indeed an elephant. Of course, Uncle Xi knew that there was another "elephant" in Chonghua's family, but this elephant was a bit naughty.

Uncle Xi turned his head.

A person looked over at the stall not far away.

That's exactly what it takes to release.
Chapter completed!