064 The town of Peggis

"Isn't Piggis the richest tribe in Lebanon?" Before the ghost's words fell, several people around him smiled.

"The Pegis tribe is indeed rich, but those wealth are in the hands of a few leaders. These ordinary mountain people work for others and can eat and drink all their lives..." Lyudmila said with a wry smile.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horses' hoofs. A Gui and others leaned against the roadside and looked back. Five or six men in leather clothes riding long-haired northern horses whistled in the direction of Baisuo.

This group of guys, who don't look like businessmen or mountain people, just ran past the horse team at a glance, and those living grooms immediately cheered up as soon as they saw them.

"There are five boats, don't grab them! According to the old rules, if you have a horse, come first!" These little guys shouted as soon as they stopped. It turned out that they sent letters to these slim guys.

"Okay, let's keep going." Lyudmila took a look at the chaotic situation, snorted coldly and left, and the others continued on the road.

"E elder, what's wrong with you?" The eagle saw that Lyudmila was a little unhappy and asked in a low voice.

"Those horse riders are all heads. I've heard of these people before. These hardships have to find work under the control of the head, and the commission paid by the employer must be taken away before it falls into the hands of the groom!" Lyudmila glanced at a few arrogant guys riding on the horse and said, "I don't do anything to get money, these blood-sucking bugs!"

"Forget it, let's go, we can't control this matter..." Jiao Ying sighed and turned his head to take everyone forward.

Agui looked at the coolies around his head and couldn't help laughing bitterly. The world is like this. He doesn't resist life. Others can only maintain a temporary situation if they stand up. If these slender men don't wake up, everyone will kill several heads. There will be new ideas to control them in a few days.

Everyone quickly left the slimmen behind and avoided some Baiso mountain people who sold fresh fish to Pegis. Several horses ran for a long time and stepped into a small town of Pegis.

It is indeed several times more prosperous than Baiso. There are even many two-story buildings with stone and wood structure in the town. On the muddy roads, there are Peggis who talk and laugh in gorgeous animal skins, and there are also Baisuo people with fresh fish and thief eyebrows. When they come here, the ghost can easily distinguish the two parts of Pegis and Baiso. What's the difference? The Piggis are fair-faced and their beards are neatly trimmed. Although they are still a strong skeleton of mountain people, their words and behavior always reveal a trace of nobility. Compared with those Baiso people who carry fish baskets and wear coarse cloth and always dodge people, they are like standing among a group of beggars. Ethnic group.

Pigis's inn is much better than Baiso's wooden house. The second floor of the stone and wood structure, the first floor is a large bar, and the second floor is the place for everyone to rest. Prices in this place are also much more expensive. Each person has a silver coin for a night's sleep, but they have to pay extra for food and drink.

Although the bar with seven or eight tables is not as elegant as the Ping An Inn, it is not as lively as it is. Several braziers sitting on the ground and spreading heat, and some rough men are laughing around a few *. When the ghosts and his party came in, except for a * reason closer to the door In order to feel the cold wind slightly pulling the leather jacket on the shoulder, no one noticed that there were several strange faces in the room.

The eagle paid for the night's accommodation after asking the price at the counter, and then ordered some cheap wine and vegetables to fill everyone's stomach.

Sitting at the table, the snail's eyes have not been idle. He is like a gecko tracking mosquitoes and flies, and his eyes always follow those * back and forth.

"What's wrong? Are you excited again?" The eagle sat next to him and asked with a bad smile.

"Hey, look, these girls are all standard big boards, and it must be very comfortable to press under them," Snail skillfully commented on a few * in the room: "This is a little older, but she is very amorous. Although the one over there is young, but look at her drinking like that, she must be a hot woman... ”

"Ok, you boy, go and have fun by yourself after dinner. We don't want to listen to your fancy words..." Stinger laughed and took the wine pot sent by the store, poured a bowl of mumble and drank it to warm up.

The wine here is slightly better than the soil of the Baiso people, but it is not much better. However, after walking through the seven or eight hotels in Baiso, the ghost has been able to fill his stomach with these bad wines without changing his face.

Pigis's diet is stronger than that of Baiso and the Lek tribes. Even in this town, the scones provided by the inn are fine noodles, and the food is still sturgeon as usual. These are sent by Baiso fishermen. After eating and drinking, Liudmila was the first to stand up and go upstairs to rest, which has exhausted the old man these days. Now he can't wait to throw himself into ** and never get up.

"Ghost, shall we go around?" The snail's eyes turned red with drunken and asked the ghost with a bad smile.

"I won't go with you. You either take me to the kiln or take me to gamble," the ghost shook his head and said, "In the end, I didn't go anywhere. I'm going to have fun with you..."

Several mercenaries on the table laughed. Although the snail is thick, his ability is indeed not low. No matter what the environment is, he can always find the flower house and casino like a hound.

Finally, everyone briefly discussed that the energetic ghosts and snails are going to stroll in the town, while the poison stungs and eagles and horned eagles are going to sleep in the room. Naturally, the horned eagle should tell the ghosts and snails to go out to play, but don't cause trouble, they must come back to bed tonight!

Agui went upstairs and put the wooden crystal core upstairs, took some gold coins and went downstairs. After a while, the snail had run away. Agui dodged those provocative eyes, bowed his head and tightened his tight leather clothes, lifted the curtain and went out.

It's almost evening. Although the temperature has begun to drop, many drunk men can still be seen playing on the road. There are natural trees next to the town. Every ten steps in the short street, there is a clay pot burning wooden halber. Many drunks gather around the fire basin and shouting. I don't care if I affect others at all.

Gorgeous Peegis merchants are rarely seen, and this place seems to have become a chaotic Baisuo again, full of drunks.

The muddy ground has frozen hard, and the ghost has slipped along the street from the inn to the other end of the town. Every wooden house lacks windows, except for occasional bursts of laughter from the door cracks. The houses here are like closed boxes, and the inside and outside of the house are completely two worlds.

Standing in front of the wooden door at the end of the town, looking at the dark forest like a familiar and strange world, the ghost secretly clenched his fist, gave up the strange idea of going out to see and then turned back. There is really nothing to play in the North Country. People hide in the house. In addition to wild dogs and drunks looking for a place to live, there are only some guys with special destinations.

A guy in gorgeous leather clothes stood quietly in the middle of the road and looked at the ghost. The windproof leather hat completely covered his face, and only a pair of beautiful blue eyes were shining brightly.

Now the ghost only knows snails in this town, but now that guy will definitely not wander on the road. The ghost curiously looked at the guy standing in the middle of the road and slowly continued to walk his own way.

"Dark Apostle, what do you want to do here?" A continental franca without any local accent is as standard as the French magicians. French magicians pay special attention to tones and bytes because they need to chant spells, so the words of these mages are considered the most standard continental franca.

The crisp voice is like an phrole singing. According to the snail, this is a good voice that can be tuned out of the treble bed. Only then did the ghost find that when he admitted his mistake, the other party was actually a woman, and he must not be very old!