It's really unbearable.

It didn't take long for the guests to take over.

…

The next morning, Zhao Hao, with dark circles under his eyes, rode a horse with Zhuo Ya again.

The team continued to set off.

In this way, they walked for another four days and a mud city appeared in front of them.

Or to be more precise, it's a small town.

The team stopped, and Zhuoya pointed to the town and said, "This is a trading place for the tribes to exchange what they have."

"There are many market towns like this on the grassland."

"It's just that, on ordinary days, there aren't many people in the market town."

"Only during the three days of each month will people from all tribes gather together to trade or exchange goods."

"We were lucky, it happened to be in the middle of the month."

At this moment, everyone has taken off their Yue military uniforms and changed into grassland attire of ordinary tribes.

It won't be too noticeable.

Everyone dismounted and walked into the market town.

You know what, it’s quite lively.

There was a lot of noise everywhere.

And there are also many faces from the Central Plains.

The goods traded were mostly cattle and sheep, as well as iron, pottery, wood and bronze.

Before he set off, Zhao Hao suddenly heard someone shouting, "Come and take a look! This is the world's best wine that only Da Gan can make. It's Gan wine!"

"This is the strongest wine in the world!"

"A real man only drinks the strongest dry liquor!"

"Everyone come and take a look!"

Zhao Hao turned his head and saw a cart with more than thirty wine jars on it. A thin middle-aged man was standing on the cart and shouting loudly.

As his voice rang out, many people quickly gathered around him.