"really?"
When the people in the room heard this, they were all delighted.
Wang Lu followed Sang Ji up the stairs, nodded and said, "Really? We heard the kitchen staff at the Sanghua Inn in the west of the city praise the sweet potatoes for their delicate texture. They can be eaten after steaming. After they are mashed into a paste and mixed with goat or camel milk, they have a unique flavor."
At this point, Wang Lu couldn't help smacking his lips and said with a hint of regret: "It's a pity that when we arrived, it was just after dinner time, so we couldn't see the potatoes with our own eyes. But listening to their descriptions, they all match what you said, Miss Wei."
"Potato?" Wei Yunlan thought about the name.
It seems to be similar to the potatoes that Xue Linglong once mentioned, and it is very likely that they are the same thing. They are the same crop as the "potatoes" and "potatoes" that Xue Linglong once mentioned.
This is exactly the crop that the northern barbarians cultivated vigorously in their previous life!
Now they have finally found it.
"You just said you found it at the Sanghua Inn? Didn't they say that there is no such crop in Mosang Country..." As soon as he asked the question, Wei Yunlan realized, "Was it brought here by the caravans from other countries?"
“Where does that crop come from?”
Wei Yunlan asked impatiently.
If nothing unexpected happens, they will leave Shahe City tomorrow night. Knowing where to find this crop called "sweet potato" will also help them know the route to travel next and how to plan.
"It was the caravan from Qimeng." Sang Ji took over the conversation and said, "I pretended to pick up the waste discarded by the kitchen, and heard them say that those potatoes were brought here by the caravan from Qimeng."
"Qimeng Country..."
Wei Yunlan muttered, his eyes slightly brightening, "Is this the most powerful country among the thirty-odd countries in the northwest?"
"Yes!" Sangji nodded vigorously.
Although he had never been to Qimeng, he had heard that "a county in Qimeng is larger than our entire Mosan Kingdom!"
"Everyone there can ride a llama, the bedding in the house is all velvet-lined, and every meal has fresh meat and vegetables."
Sangji said this with a look of longing.
In fact, he had heard all about it from others. The Kingdom of Mosan was located in a remote area, far away from the Kingdom of Qimeng, which was located in the center of all countries. Few people here had actually been to the Kingdom of Qimeng.
Those descriptions of the Zhongqi Meng Kingdom were only spread by hearsay.
Just like in some remote continents of Dayong, although people have never visited the capital city in person, it does not stop them from spreading rumors about the capital city's bustle and prosperity in a magical way.
"After leaving Shahe City, we can head towards Qimeng Kingdom." Wei Yunlan made up his mind.
Wang Lu reminded: "Miss Wei, there is one more thing, we may have to make plans early."
"What is it?"
Wang Lu said: "The people here don't move around easily. Only caravans travel between countries. However, if you want to set up a caravan, you need to be guaranteed by other caravans. Today, we were at the Sanghua Inn and saw many people asking those caravans from other countries to guarantee them."
Wang Lu still couldn't quite understand what was being said here, but the way of giving gifts and asking others to do something was the same everywhere, so how could he not see it?
If you remember some key words and repeat them to Sangji to ask what they mean, you will know what the people gathered in the lobby of the inn are talking about.
"It seems that if we want to travel through the northwestern countries, the most convenient way is to set up a caravan?"
Seeing Wang Lu, who had just returned from the inn after inquiring about the news, nodding his head repeatedly, Wei Yunlan pondered for a moment and said, "In this case, let's find out what conditions are required to set up a caravan, and then find out about the next itinerary of the caravan from Qimeng."
If that team is also leaving Mosan in the near future, we might as well go with them, or try to reach some deals with them...
The noise outside gradually faded away.
Zou Yun, who was standing next to the window, gently closed it and said, "By the way, when you came back just now, didn't you run into the group of people riding llamas handing out candles?
"I took a look from a distance." Wang Lu did not bother to take a closer look. Firstly, he was worried that his whereabouts would be exposed to others, and secondly, he was in a hurry to come back and report what he had learned from the inn.
Sang Ji was stunned for a while, then he understood what Zou Yun and Wang Lu were talking about. "You are talking about the team that sends blessing lanterns, right?"
"Pray for the blessing lantern?"
"Yes." Sang Ji nodded and explained to everyone: "Before the Moon Worship Festival every year, the Prince of Shahe's Mansion will send people to give the people in the city lanterns for praying. When the festival ceremony begins, every citizen must worship the moon and pray for blessings, and throw the lanterns into the Moon Worship Altar. After the blessing ceremony, the lights in the Moon Worship Altar can burn for three days and three nights without being extinguished."
"Where is this Moon Worship Altar? Have you ever been there?"
"It's just outside the north city gate. Of course I've been there." After a pause, Sangji stuck out his tongue and whispered, "But I haven't been there on the day of the Moon Worship Festival. On the day of the Moon Worship Festival last year, while everyone was out of the city praying, we secretly stored enough food for nearly half a month..."
After all, there was no one in the city, and every household prepared a lot of food to celebrate the Moon Worship Festival. A little from one family, a little from another, could easily fill the stomachs of these beggars for several days.
"If you follow us, you can't do such sneaky things in the future." Zou Yun's tone became serious.
"Then..." Sang Ji hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then can you give me enough food?"
His somewhat nervous gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on Wei Yunlan, who seemed to be the one who made the decision.
"Yes." Wei Yunlan replied immediately.
"You work for us, and we certainly won't let you go on an empty stomach."
"Then I promise you." This time Sangji agreed without hesitation.
Who would be willing to do sneaky and shady things that make people look down on them every day when they can fill their stomachs in a legitimate way?
Back to the "prayer lanterns" that the Prince of Shahe's palace had just distributed to the people, Wei Yunlan asked, "I heard people next door say that the lanterns were distributed late. Aren't the lanterns distributed at this time in previous years?"
Sang Ji glanced at the sky. The sun had already set. He shook his head and said, "It's not this late. In the past, the blessing lanterns would be sent out two or three days in advance. It seems that this time they started sending out lanterns a day in advance. This seems to be the first time..."
Wei Yunlan's heart sank.
The previous speculation became clearer.
Something big must have happened in Prince Shahe's mansion, which delayed the annual tradition.
"I'm afraid there will be some unexpected changes in tomorrow's Moon Worship Festival."
Wei Yunlan felt inexplicably flustered. "After we find out about the caravan, let's leave the city as soon as possible."
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