Although Yangguan has the word "Guan", it is actually a city.

There are no mountains outside the city.

There is no river either.

There are only hundreds of miles of endless Gobi Desert.

The sun sets in the west.

This makes this city feel even more lonely.

It's like an abandoned child from heaven and earth, standing miserably in a place where no one cares about it.

In fact, Yangguan is backed by the northern border of Dawei and faces the throat of the thirty-six countries in the Western Region.

Here is the strongest wine, the wildest wind, and the thickest dust.

And the most coquettish boss lady.

Zhao Rang strolled up and down the long street, finally pushed open the half-open door of a wine shop, and walked in with quick strides.

The spacious hall was full of people. Zhao Rang looked around and saw a small empty table next to the counter.

Before I could sit down, I heard a coquettish greeting:

"Oops! Here comes another guest!"

The proprietress twisted her waist and walked out from behind the counter, smiled at Zhao Rang and winked.

There is a small scar at the corner of her eye.

Not only is she not ugly, it actually makes her look prettier!

However, although these eyes are beautiful, they are too transparent.

It seemed that Zhao Rang could see all of his body through the blouse he was wearing.

"Objective, top job or hotel stay?"

Zhao Rang replied intently:

"Eat something."

The landlady stretched out her face and shrugged her shoulders forward, making the ravine on her chest even more profound.

"That means tipping?"

"Roasted lamb from the Western Regions, large plate chicken, wraps from the northern part of Dawei, and dried abalone and shark fins from the southern coast, our family has everything!"

The landlady's voice was very pleasant, like a cat playing with a wind chime.

Although Zhao Rang didn't eat what she said, he didn't interrupt the landlady, but listened to it from beginning to end with great enjoyment.

It wasn't until the landlady finished speaking that Zhao Rang slowly raised his right hand, stretched out a finger, and said:

“A bowl of plain noodles.”

The landlady was stunned and asked:

"Sir, what do you want?"

“A bowl of plain noodles!”

Zhao Rang repeated.

The landlady immediately straightened her face, straightened her back, and replied calmly:

"knew."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the back hall.

"I'm not done yet!"

Zhao Rang shouted at her back.

The landlady turned her head impatiently:

"what else do you want?"

She didn't think anyone who ordered a bowl of plain noodles would be surprised.

"I also want a pot of 'Western Region Spring'."

Zhao Rang finished speaking.

The lively hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

"Sold out!"

The landlady said softly.

The figure flashed into the back hall and muttered again:

"I ordered a bowl of plain noodles and wanted to drink 'Western Region Spring'... I'm so poor that I can't even afford my mother's foot-washing water!".

As soon as the words came out, a deafening burst of laughter erupted in the hall!

"Western Region Spring" is the most famous wine in the Western Regions.

After being transported to the northern border of Dawei through Yangguan, even if it is sold for "a hundred taels of silver for a glass of wine", it is often priced but not available, and the supply exceeds demand. It is a symbol of the privileges and financial resources of dignitaries.

Zhao Rang knew very well what the landlady meant by "sold out". She just felt like the rabble in the hall that she couldn't afford to pay.

In fact, what these people feel is correct.

Zhao Rang really didn’t have the money to buy a whole pot of Western Region Spring.

Not only that, he didn't even have money to buy a bowl of plain noodles.

There was only a hole in his pocket.

Fortunately, the landlady didn't come to check whether he could afford some noodles. Maybe someone who couldn't even afford a bowl of some noodles didn't dare to walk through the door, so he sat down generously.

Zhao Rang didn't care about these ridicules, because he knew that he would be able to afford it soon. He simply dusted off the sand on his blouse and concentrated on waiting for the plain noodles.

The plain noodles were placed on the table, steaming hot.

Zhao Rang took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage on the table, inserted them into the bowl, picked up a chopstick noodle, blew on it gently and put it into his mouth.

Such a mouthful, without any pause, is quite a flow.

The proprietress standing behind the counter, seeing Zhao Rang eating so deliciously, thought that this poor guy is quite magnanimous!

He didn't take other people's ridicule seriously, and he also developed the ability to eat a bowl of plain noodles with abalone wings.

Zhao Rang had just finished half a bowl when the door was suddenly kicked open.

The wind and sand poured in, cutting everyone's face like a knife.

More than a dozen strong men poured in one after another, surrounded by a young man in his twenties, with a dignified appearance and luxurious clothes.

The rich man had a wicked smile on his lips and looked around at everyone in the hall.

The person next to him immediately understood and stepped forward, drew out the saber from his waist, shook it a few times, and said loudly:

"You guys in the photo shop should get out of here! Don't disturb Mr. Zheng's good mood!"

There are always a majority of timid people. They glanced at the cold blade of the saber, swallowed the last mouthful of food, and then slipped out quietly against the wall.

This scene made Mr. Zheng very happy, but he said:

"It doesn't have to be like this. Wouldn't it be more lively if everyone sits together?"

But his eyes were fixed on those people in the hall, including Zhao Rang, who remained motionless.

Seeing this, the proprietress wanted to step forward to dissuade her, but she was choked by the wind and sand that came in and coughed violently, even to the point of coughing out tears.

When she opened her eyes again and raised her head, the air was already filled with thick blood.

None of the stubborn men from before are gone.

On the floor of the hall, there were several arms scattered in various directions.

Now only Zhao Rang was left sitting there calmly.

Mr. Zheng glanced sideways and said jokingly:

"Haha, cut off his chopstick-holding arm and add some meaty flavor to the plain noodles!"

The strong man walked towards Zhao Rang with a ferocious smile on his face, stood beside him, and raised the saber in his hand high.

The sword flashed.

The strong man only felt pain and numbness in the tiger's mouth, and there was a hint of fishy sweetness in his mouth.

The Western Region saber that he held tightly was suddenly in Zhao Rang's hand, and the blade had already cut his throat.

Mr. Zheng's eyes narrowed and he waved, and two more people jumped out from beside him, attacking Zhao Rang from the left and right with knives.

Zhao Rang bent down and picked up the saber that the man had dropped on the ground.

The blade is long and narrow, extremely thin, and its coldness is shocking to people. What a good knife!

Without much emotion, the two men's blades have arrived.
To be continued...