Zhu Kaishan ate two peanuts and drank a glass of warm wine, and his face was as normal.

When Yan Biao finished speaking, Zhu Kaishan smiled and chatted with these people, as if the suspicion in front of him did not exist.

Most of what Lao Zhu said was said about Shandong customs.

These people were very polite. Zhu Kaishan was also smiling happily. The boss also gave him one more dish, which made Lao Zhu smile happily.

After walking out of the Shandong restaurant, Lao Zhu's face was not right.

When he returned to the house, Zhu Kaishan found He Laosi, and he was confused.

"Fourth brother, you have been walking on the street these days, and you know many people. Have you heard of Yan Biao?"

Zhu Kaishan is straight to the point.

He Laosi took two sips of sobering soup and said with a drunken eye: "Yan Biao? Yan Biao, I remember this person is not a beard, but he has a good reputation in the world. He is often pulled over to serve as a person who is a good person.

What's wrong, third brother, why did you suddenly ask about this? Have you met Yan Biao and dealt with him?"

Zhu Kaishan nodded and told him what he saw today.

He Laosi didn't hear anything wrong, and Lao Zhu was a little worried.

He felt something was wrong with these people.

Lin Feng was reading, and he frowned unconsciously when he heard this.

His study is still a little far from Zhu Kaishan and He Laosi.

A little trick to control the wind is where the wind is, where the ears are.

However, his range of wind control is limited, so he only has this big house.

Beyond this house, it is a little insufficient.

After hearing this, Lin Feng reacted the same way as Zhu Kaishan.

Something was wrong with these people.

After a while, Zhu Kaishan did not answer questions and answered questions from He Laosi, so he came to Lin Feng and told everything he saw at the Shandong restaurant. Finally, he said: "This group of people said that they were farmers who fled from Shandong in the early years, but when I asked them about the customs and customs of Shandong, they were very clear.

I don't think it's right."

Lin Feng also felt that something was wrong.

The people in this group know too much. Lao Zhu knows so much because he has seen the world and went to Zhili to make a living. He is knowledgeable and familiar with all the various religions. These people claim to be a refugee who has been in Guandong and have lost land in their families. They know so much. Could it be that they went to Zhili to join the boxing troupe?

Lao Zhu didn't know what an information explosion was, but he knew what a farmer should know.

Even Lao Zhu, before he went to Zhili, there were many things that were unclear.

He spent his whole life wandering around these acres of land and didn't even go out of the village. At that time, Lao Zhu didn't even know whether the well water outside Zhujiayu was sweet or salty.

These people talk about mountains, rivers, geography, customs and folk customs, and they are very knowledgeable.

These people are wise and called Lao Zhu a little uneasy.

Hearing Zhu Kaishan's words, Lin Feng put down his Taoist technique, knocked on the table and said, "Listen to you, these people are indeed strange.

I'm afraid it's an islander!"

"Islander?"

Old Zhu frowned and said, "How can the island people speak Shandong dialect?"

"I'm afraid the instructor they are looking for is from Shandong.

They knew that there were many people from Shandong outside the pass, so they asked this group of people to learn Shandong dialect."

What Lin Feng said was not groundless.

There are expatriates from the island countries outside the pass, and people know everything they know.

There are many railways outside the pass, among which the South Manchuria Railway is a major artery occupied by the islanders.

In recent years, for the sake of ownership of the railway, the Russians and the island people started war on the territory of the Qing Dynasty, and they did not know how many people of the Qing Dynasty were killed. Although the Qing Dynasty and the island countries did not start a full-scale war, through these railways, the island countries continued to migrate their own people outside the pass.

Now outside the pass, the Far East in the eyes of Westerners is mixed with fish and dragons.

There are all kinds of people.

After a while, when the Russians come, the Ice City, which was originally inconspicuous outside the customs clearance, will become a metropolis that is no less than the Shili foreign market.

Intelligence transfer station in the Far East.

At that time, all kinds of old foxes, the remnants of the Qing Dynasty, and spies from various countries will gather here.

Lin Feng remembers that since the late Qing Dynasty, a large number of "Huaxiatongs" have come to the Qing Dynasty, and they have mixed up with the Qing people as merchants, expatriates, farmers, and hunters to obtain information.

They surveyed and mapped maps, looked for mineral veins, and found out their arms.

For the sake of war, the island country began to prepare for decades before the war.

Among those spies, there are many spies who speak thieves in Shandong dialect.

If we speculate based on this, it would be impossible for Lao Zhu to see the person he is a spy today.

That's the question.

What is there on Xiema Ridge that the island nation needs?

Thinking of this, Lin Feng picked up a cup of tea, took a sip and said, "Brother Third, do you think they are going to Xiemaling too?"

Then this matter is interesting.

If I don't know, I will not care, but since I know that this is a spy from the island country, I will try to get involved.

Third brother, I will tell you something, you can do it carefully.

It is not easy for you to see these fellow villagers, but it is easy for you to see Yan Biao, right?

You find Yan Biao and bring him over.

A group of islanders, wearing our clothes, speaking our dialects, and going deep into our territory.

This is a group of spies.

I just think it’s strange, in the small Xiema Ridge, there is something worth these spies coming to spy on.”

Lin Feng really found it interesting. As far as he knew, before the large-scale invasion, the island country spies and their geological experts wandered around the land outside the pass tens of thousands of times in order to find coal mines, iron ore and other resources.

Especially oil!

They dream of finding oil outside the barrier!

Unfortunately, not only the island countries, but even the geological experts from Western powers determined that the Far East was an oil-poor zone after surveying outside the pass, and that the possibility of oil was almost gone.

Lin Feng knew that there was absolutely no oil next to Xiema Ridge.

So why did they go?

Lin Feng felt a vague feeling that what these people wanted was exactly the same as what he wanted.

"Didn't these spies go to the Yuan Sect's Sutra Cave?

Lin Feng didn't know if his feelings were right, but he felt that the only thing worthy of these spies' spies' spy on Xiemaling was left with the Yuan Sect's Sutra Cave.

...

Night falls.

Inn in Ice City.

This unique inn has hot water supply, which can be regarded as a five-star rating in Ice City.

Several fellow villagers Zhu Kaishan met today took off their clothes and took a bath in the house. They closed the window door, took off their clothes, took off their bags, and soaked in the bathtub. Several people complained about the person who was anxious to make mistakes today.

Even though they are surrounded by their own people, these people still use the Shandong dialect with a straightforward word.

"Old Qi, you shouldn't be in a hurry!

Sooner or later, the things in Xiemaling belong to us!

Yan Biao is famous for his broad path outside the pass. As long as he gives him some time, he can definitely pave the way for us.

He has no good impression of us. If he knew our origin, Yan Biao would definitely turn against us.

At that time, our early efforts will be wasted!"

The man said.

Lao Qi looked resentful.

"What do you guys know?

If the news we received was true, then there is a cave of the Sutra left by the Yuan Sect on Xiema Ridge!

Do you understand the Sutra Cave?

What is that? That is culture, that is inheritance, that is written record!

As long as these things are brought back to the island country, it is the research effort of our scholars!

That's our history.

Not to mention, there may be cultural relics and antiques in the cave.

You guys are so stupid and stupid!"

Lao Qi said angrily. Just as they were chatting with a low voice, a cold wind blew through the outside, blew open the windows here, blew up the bags worn by these people, and flew out from the outside with the bags.

This situation happened too suddenly, and no one present could react.

In the inn yard, Lin Feng was wearing a hat, fur coat, and his hands were placed inside his sleeves.

In front of him, the breeze fell on the ground with a bag.

Lin Feng nodded and said to Yan Biao: "If Brother Yan doesn't believe me at noon, then look at the bag on the ground.
Chapter completed!