Mozzie has this mindset of wanting to see the other person beg for her own sake, purely because of her innocent and carefree nature. Not for anything else, but because life is depressing, and opportunities to dress up as a man and be reckless are rare, so when she can reveal her true personality, she does her best to be herself. What kind of person is she? Honestly, even she doesn't know. But one thing's for sure, it's absolutely different from what those ancient people thought.

  As for friends, it's not worth it. If they knew she was a woman, they would probably shun her from eight thousand miles away. Thinking of this, his fingers rubbed the rim of the cup, but he didn't pick up that cup of wine.

  "I don't even drink. Such kindness, I can only acknowledge in my heart, and hope that you will forgive me, sir." Unbeknownst to her, her speech and demeanor were entirely unlike those of a lowly servant girl.

  Zhang An raised his arms, holding the wine cup, ready to toast with the other person. Unexpectedly, she didn't fall for it, and he looked embarrassed. However, Mozi's words were extremely polite, making him unable to show dissatisfaction, so he had to drink the whole cup by himself. The man was dusty from traveling, while Zhang An was covered in dust from being busy. He thought that without his mediation, the atmosphere would become cold, but he was wrong again.

  "Three people came looking for me today, I wonder what's going on?" Mozi asked with a smile, without waiting for the scene to change.

  He looked at her and found that the smiling expression was not likable at all, with the corners of her mouth raised high, her eyes darting around, and a sly look on her face, accompanied by an inexplicable excitement. It could almost be determined that she must be thinking about something!

  "Why must you ask when you already know? Your partner should have told you long ago." The voice was thick and loud, like a bell, belonging to another burly, tall, and dark fellow standing beside Erlang, who was about the same age as Zhong'an but had a much worse temper.

  "This is really a joke." Mozi glanced at Xun Er sitting next to him, extremely humble, "I'm just an errand boy in front of the master, where did my partner come from? However, I heard a sentence passed on to me. But after thinking for half a day, I still didn't understand what you meant. Trouble one of the three of you who is in charge to tell me again."

  This is a provocation, directly throwing it in front of Er Lang, see if he cares.

  As expected, Zhong An and the burly man went to see Er Lang at the same time.

  "Arrange for us to cross the river." Er Lang finally spoke up, after all, silence couldn't solve anything.

  "Second Brother," Mozi called out carelessly, "it seems you left out half a sentence. It should be, arrange for us to cross the river and take the Jin Yu Tan route into South De."

  "I thought you didn't understand." Erlang gave her a cold glance, who allowed her to call him Erlang?

  In Mozi's eyes, this second son had always looked down on her a bit.

  "If I break it down word by word, I understand. But when they form a sentence, I don't get it. Suppose you're running a wine shop and someone comes in saying 'I don't want to eat, I want a boat', would you understand? Never mind if she looks down on me, she'll show her true colors."

  "If the wine shop you're referring to is Wang Qiulou, I think I understand what's going on." Er Lang had just finished speaking when a burst of applause suddenly erupted from downstairs, and it turned out that Ge Qiu's dance had come to an end.

  Awesome! Mei Zi secretly praised in her heart, but didn't reveal a hint of fear or annoyance. She wasn't being honest, so she had to pretend to be stupid and confused at this time.

  "I'm not sure what's going on in my heart, nor is it clear to me. We should just consider this a bridge returning to its origin, and a road returning to its starting point. If you want to cross the river, you should go find the government office, spend some silver to get a permit, and then you can board the ship. Our Wǎng Qiū Lóu is only doing business selling wine and water, our connections are wide but not extensive enough to reach the surface of the river. You few have really found the wrong place and the wrong person."

  "Is it?" asked Jirō calmly.

  "Yes." Mei Zi replied quickly, "Otherwise, I'll ask the guys to keep an eye out. One day when the governor's staff comes to drink, I'll introduce you and save some trouble?"

  "Xun Er——" She actually turned her head to respond.

  "The little rascal is running wild, we still need..." The sturdy man with a knife-like eyebrow stood upside down.

  "Stones, little brother, don't be rude." Zhong Wen pulled the tall man back.

  The purple eyes narrowed, and it was the Second Master's gaze that suddenly became sharp, extinguishing the loud voice of the burly man. Even though she had been silenced, she could still guess that he was probably saying they didn't need an introduction. Apparently, these people were not of low status. But if they were high-ranking officials from the capital, why would they need to sneak across the river when they could easily obtain a permit? This point, she couldn't see through for now.

  "Little brother, on the day we first met, when you heard about Jing Yu Tan, your reaction wasn't as clueless as it is now." Zhong An received a hint from beside him and his eyes opened and closed in an instant, his expression steady.

  Mozhi recalled that at that time she had indeed sprayed a mouthful of tea, thinking no one had noticed, but it still fell into the eyes of someone who was paying attention.

  "What's the big deal? Talking about fierce ghosts, white bones, and the swirling lotus flower, it sounds like you've seen them with your own eyes, just like a storyteller. It's interesting to listen to, and funny too. Just as I was about to take a sip of tea, I almost spat it out. Not good?"

  "He had never seen it with his own eyes, but was talking about the story. You have seen it with your own eyes, so it's not a big deal, that's why you find it funny." The one being hinted at by 仲安 was naturally 二郎. At that time, he was sitting closest to 墨紫 and heard clearly. "As far as I know, the danger of 惊鱼滩 is known to old and young in 洛州, and those who have heard of it are terrified."

  "...... Oh no, I wasn't careful and got too full of myself. Besides, didn't she say that this Second Brother is formidable? One shouldn't go around touching a tiger's whiskers." "This remark is so unreasonable. I'm brave and not afraid of ghosts or gods, it's just laughable, do you think I have the ability to take you all across the river?"

  "In my opinion, you laugh because others are ignorant, and also because you know that private boats can indeed pass through the Surging Fish Shoal." Er Lang's words came out, causing the person opposite him to freeze in laughter.

  "But it's just your guess, how can you prove it?" Mozi refused to admit it. In ancient times, the national borders were clearly defined, but unlike now, when going abroad, one had to go through customs and get a passport. Relatively speaking, border control was more relaxed, and people from both countries could enter and exit freely. However, in these extraordinary times, in order to prevent chaos, crossing the border has become not so easy, and inspections are very strict.

  "Nan De has few iron mines, but there is a famous sword-making technique that shocks the world. The short swords produced by this technique are not allowed to be privately bought and sold among civilians, only officials and merchants of the Great Zhou can purchase them. The Flowing Water Autumn Frost Sword at Wang Qiulou's waist seems to be very sharp." Er Lang said with a hint of satisfaction, knowing that this time he would definitely be understood.

  Purple ink understood.

  Not to mention Mozi, even Cen Er understood it.

  The autumn frost flows, a new short sword style created by the South German East Sea. Qin Dalang is not necessarily a martial arts enthusiast, but he is a collector of weapons. Mozi asked her to bring one back last time she went out.

  Few people in Luozhou understand this. Cheng Dalang usually wears it at his waist as an ordinary short sword, and no one will ask or think more about it.

  As it happens, I met someone who knows his stuff.

  In modern times, this sword is smuggled goods, and such behavior is smuggling.

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  Today's first update.