Wei Yunlan thought very clearly.
The northwestern countries were a completely unfamiliar place to them.
If they want to travel here, they must have a process of understanding this place. Although they are forced to be trapped in Shahe City, it is also an opportunity to learn about the customs and styles of the northwestern countries through this first city they arrived at on their trip to the northwest.
"But language is a problem." Zou Yun frowned.
The more common language here is the kind of "gibberish" that they can't understand.
Yesterday in the Prince's Palace, there were still a few servants who could speak "Dayong dialect". But when they arrived in the area where civilians lived in the north of the city, they couldn't hear a single word they could understand.
"It is not necessarily necessary to communicate with words." In Dayong, Wei Yunlan had seen people with innate oral perception but insufficient hearing perception, which is what ordinary people call "mutes".
There are ways to communicate with people without using words.
And the simplest form of communication is buying and selling.
No need to say more, just settle the payment.
"It's too conspicuous to go out together." Zou Yun suggested, "Miss Wei, I'll go out with you after it gets dark."
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The living habits of the people of Mosan are very different from those of Dayong.
Not every household here has an independent yard. Usually one house is a household, and several adjacent houses share an open outdoor area to dry clothes or store sundries that cannot be stored inside the house.
Therefore, the northern part of the city where civilians live looks particularly chaotic. Many roads that were originally used for people to pass through have been messed up by the people living nearby. It is completely different from the area near the prince's mansion that Wei Yunlan and others have visited.
They were now in a dusty house that had been uninhabited for a long time.
But the house next door is very lively.
Although they couldn't understand the language spoken by the people here, it didn't prevent them from finding out that a family of seven, young and old, lived in the house next door after a night.
There was an elderly couple, a middle-aged couple, and three young children. The oldest was almost as old as Fourth Miss Bai, and the youngest was still in swaddling clothes and looked about the same age as little Jiarong from the Wei family.
There was a lot of noise next door all night long because the baby kept waking up at night, crying and disturbing the whole family.
But this is just a good deal for Wei Yunlan and the others.
The noisier the house next door was, the less noticeable the slight noises they made in this house would be.
The sun gradually sets.
Perhaps because of the heavy dust during the day, people here don't like to go out around noon. The last time they found that most of the "neighbors" in the nearby houses were out was this morning, before it was completely light.
As evening approached, people began to go out of the nearby houses one after another.
A woman wearing a headscarf and carrying a basket also walked out of the house next door where a family of seven lived. She was the mother of three children. Wei Yunlan and others listened for half a night and most of the day, and vaguely understood that the woman's name was "Mizhu", at least that was how it was pronounced in the Dayong language.
Her basket was covered with a piece of khaki cloth with lace edges. One could vaguely see that there was something underneath the cloth, but judging from her still relaxed steps, the things in the basket should not be very heavy.
"Shall we go out and take a look together?" Zou Yun suggested.
Wei Yunlan nodded slightly, searched around, and found a basket similar to the one in Mi Zhu's hand from the pile of miscellaneous items in the house. He then found a piece of cloth to cover it, then slung the basket over his shoulder, wrapped his headscarf around it, and climbed out of the back window with Zou Yun.
Their house was the closest one to the edge of the small group of houses nearby. There was a high wall behind it, and they could just avoid being seen by others by climbing out of the back window.
The two of them walked briskly, turned a few corners, and soon saw Mi Zhu who had not walked far.
He followed her not too far behind, and soon followed her to a crowded place.
It should be a market.
When it was time to set up the stall, many people came over with carts, spread the cloth covering the carts on the ground, and started to place the things for sale on the cloth.
Wei Yunlan and Zou Yun saw from afar that Mi Zhu lifted the cloth covering her basket, reached into it and grabbed a handful of dried flowers, and exchanged the dried flowers for two bird eggs that were slightly larger than chicken eggs from a stall.
"It turns out that what was stuffed in her basket were all dried moss flowers." Zou Yun smacked his lips.
When they arrived at the market, they no longer needed to follow Mizhu.
This may be the largest market in the surrounding area. It is crowded and lively.
In the dim night, in the noisy and chaotic environment, no one noticed Wei Yunlan and Zou Yun at all, and no one could see the color of their pupils.
After all, under such light, there is almost no difference between black and brown at first glance.
Many people who come to the market, like Mizhu, carry small baskets with them, most of which are filled with things for bartering.
For some things that really cannot be exchanged with items, they will take out small black pieces the size of a fingernail from their waists and hand them over. Usually ten small black pieces can be exchanged for a headscarf or twenty eggs.
"It looks like iron?" Wei Yunlan was not sure, but it was definitely not a copper coin.
"There are also those that use silver beans." Zou Yun gently touched Wei Yunlan's arm with his arm, raised his chin, and motioned her to look in another direction.
There was an elderly woman over there who stretched out her wrinkled right hand and handed a silver bean to the stall owner.
In exchange, he got a piece of meat, a can of llama milk, and twenty or thirty scattered "small black pieces".
Wei Yunlan guessed, "That one silver bean can probably be exchanged for about a hundred small black pieces."
The black pieces should be the common currency here, some of which are similar to the copper coins of Dayong.
Wei Yunlan and his men did not have this kind of coins, but they had a lot of silver. Especially in Wei Yunlan's space, there were boxes and boxes of silver mules, and there were several boxes of them.
However, those with too unique styles were not easy to use. After thinking about it, Wei Yunlan took out two pieces of silver that he had cut off when buying things in Suizhou before. Each piece was less than the size of a little finger nail.
It is slightly bigger than the silver bean that the old woman took out just now, but not very obvious.
Most people in the market still trade with "little black pieces", very few use silver, and gold has never been seen.
It was a busy time, and not every stall was willing to accept money. Wei Yunlan and Zou Yun visited several stalls in succession, and then returned to the one the old woman had visited at the beginning. She threw out a piece of change, pointed to the two pieces of llama cheese and two cans of llama milk left on the stall, and nodded vigorously.
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