On the avenue where the loess was flying, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with his clothes open, his trouser legs rolled up, a long cloth bag on his back, and a small bundle in his right hand, walked forward feebly.
"I have to run here every year, and Master Zhiguo is too far away from here, and it gets hotter and hotter!" The young man wiped the sweat from his forehead with his free hand and muttered.
Although it is a big road, there are high mountains on one side of the road, and shallow valleys on the other side, and some villages are scattered here and there. Each of these villages is far away from each other. If you can never see the existence of another village in one village, it can be said that "the voices of chickens and dogs do not hear each other, and they do not communicate with each other when they are old and dead." These villages can only be seen if one looks far down the road, and each village is either surrounded by stone castle walls or surrounded by lush forests. The past few years have been uneven, and all villages have built new or rebuilt wall fortresses to prevent bandits.
The boy continued to walk forward, and the road ahead turned a corner, revealing a simple thatched hut, with a broom in front of the door, a fence with a few logs in the open space outside the door, and a few thatched huts on it. A canopy was set up for the mat, and a few broken wooden tables were placed under the canopy, and a few merchants who were on their way were sitting at the tables to enjoy the cold and drink tea.
This is a tea shop opened by villagers to receive passing guests. This road is a must for merchants traveling from south to north. Opening a tea shop here will not make a lot of money, but it can also supplement the family. However, the folk customs here are fierce, and the villages and forts often fight endlessly over trivial matters for years, and there are many bandits and thieves haunting these tea shops. Many of these tea shops are the eyes and ears of these villages or bandits. If the merchants in the past were targeted by them, they would have no choice but to ask for luck.
Don¡¯t think that those who have no money will be fine. In those days, plundering and selling people was a common thing. It was a huge profit, and the buyer¡¯s and seller¡¯s markets were very active.
The young man was hot and thirsty at this time, wiped his sweat and went into the tea shop, put the torn bag in his hand on the table, sat down on the stool, and shouted: "Shopkeeper, serve tea!" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com