The elder gave the man a blank look and smiled: "Little brother, don't listen to his nonsense. What he means is that there is no old stuff to collect here, because those who enter the town don't know where they came Jianghu people...These people, apart from the swords on them, seem to have nothing of value, so you can't exchange them for anything!"

"Jianghu people?"

Ling Luoyu suddenly suddenly opened his mouth.

"Yes, yes, I remembered that when I was walking on the road just now, I did meet a lot of people from the rivers and lakes who rode in the past..."

She pointed to the mud on her body and lowered her voice.

"Look, I got a lot of muddy water on my body, but I just didn't dare to make a sound..."

"It's right for you not to say anything, those people, it's better not to mess with them!"

The young man handed the flask back to Ling Luoyu, grinning badly.

"You are new here, so I don't know... We have heard that there are no dogs barking around Changde Inn!"

Ling Luoyu twitched his lips dumbfounded: "Does the dog barking...those people have anything to do with the dog barking...?"

"Of course! Because once a dog barks, their end will come..."

The young man seemed to have thought of something and laughed out loud.

"Don't you smell that there is a smell of dog meat in our Shangji Town?! That's because the dogs here have been almost killed in recent days..."

Ling Luoyu smiled and asked about the location of the old Chenji soup restaurant, leaving the jug to the three people and entering Shangji Town.

The young man was right. There was indeed a smell of dog meat in the town.

On this cold day, surrounding the stove, drinking small wine, and eating dog meat is indeed a great pleasure in the world.

There is no trace of a carriage in front of the Chenji Old Soup Hall.

In the old soup hall, there were only a few sparse guests sitting, quite quiet.

The shopkeeper who was roasting in front of the stove saw the customer, got up and wiped his hands on the apron.

"Guest, do you have soup or noodles!?"

"A bowl of mutton soup..."

Ling Luoyu sat down by the window and looked outside through the gap.

"Boss, was there a driver who came in just now?"

"Driver? No!"

The shopkeeper was startled, and looked up and down Ling Luoyu, his eyes were slightly different.

"Guest, if you want to inquire about things, I advise you to go to Changde Inn, because the newcomers are basically gathered there..."

"Changde Inn?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes glanced at the customers in the store indifferently, and the corners of his lips were slightly blooming.

"Presumably, they took a lot of your guests, right?"

"What customers are you robbing? I sell repeat customers. Unlike them, I slaughter one, but one..."

The shopkeeper's old Chen wiped his hands and chuckled disdainfully.

"In business, what's the use of long-term, temporary windfall?"

"That's right! That's why I came to your Chenji Laotang...because someone introduced us, saying that your mutton soup is the golden signature of Shangji Town..."

"Really?" A smile appeared on Old Chen's face: "Well, guest officer, you sit down first, and I will prepare mutton soup for you..."

After being praised, Lao Chen is in a good mood, and has more than half of Ling Luoyu's lamb.

"Little brother, I promise, you will never forget after eating this mutton soup... My old soup is..."

"boom!"

The door of the room was kicked open, and a figure rushed in with a cold breath, making a big move, almost knocking the door off.