When entering the town, the soldiers guarding the wooden sentry tower kept their eyes on this person and a dog for no more than two seconds. The sheriff responsible for randomly checking passers-by and preventing wanted criminals or gangsters from plaguing into the town was even more lazy to pay attention to Zhao Mai. Perhaps in the eyes of these people, the young people and puppies with rumbling stomachs were not considered threats, right?

I don’t have time to carefully observe the stone floor of the town, nor do I have the energy to examine the strength and living standards of the residents here, Zhao Mai’s eyes kept watching on various signs. This is not the earth, education is not popular, and illiteracy is common. So even if you don’t know anything, you can live normally here.

The patterns on the sign explain a lot of things, one of which has a fireplace, the signs of roasted chicken and beer completely attracted Zhao Mai's attention. "This is the one, it's a place to find a place to eat." The reserve grain agreed with Zhao Mai's words, shook his tail and followed the owner tightly, and walked in with his head raised.

The two maids stood under the sign of the "fireplace" tavern. When Zhao Mai strode in, the older girl covered her face with her hands. Zhao Mai politely asked them to make way out a little, and she didn't want to hurt them when entering the store. The young maid giggled. Although she understood the meaning of Zhao Mai's physical movements, she looked clumsy and didn't look like a truly educated person at all.

They stood at the door to let the guests in and out "meet" and then agreed on a bed-related transaction in an instant. The older maid's eyes were sharper. She saw Zhao Mai's black pupils and noticed the black hair exposed on the edge of the leather hat. This is a very rare physical feature, and rare means risk. Covering the face means not being interested and letting the guests get out of the way.

All of this statement was wasted, and Zhao Mai didn't understand at all. Even though he guessed the professions of two women, he knew nothing about these routines - after all, he was just a new driver. In the tavern, at the end of the hall with loud voices, a fat man with a big waist was wiping the counter. His thick palms held a huge rag and slid quickly on the table. Although his hands were busy, his small eyes, squeezed into slits, were staring at everything here with bright eyes.

The tavern is a gathering place for all kinds of things, including trouble. Those who want to hide their identities will sit in the shadows of the corners. Those who want to find out the information like to roast fires by crowded fireplaces. Those who want to get drunk occupy the tables in the hall, and those who want to put their palms on the maid's butts will control the sides of the passage from the kitchen to the front hall, where their "target" must pass.

Zhao Mai picked up the reserved grain, walked straight through the hall, and sat in the most conspicuous and closest to the fat boss. He wanted to order something to eat, but suddenly found that he didn't know the name of the local dish. After his eyes rolled around, he decided to order some of the food that would be the least wrong: "Meat, bread, eggs and ale!"

"Which stupid kid is this?" Some of the eyes that were originally concentrated on him gradually dissipated. They did not find what they wanted in Zhao Mai, whether it was the opportunity to make money or other things.

It is not a mistake for others to look down on his equipment. It was originally an old armor, but it was a little small because it was not tailor-made. It was tightly worn on the body. The survival work in the jungle and lakeside added a lot of decoration to the armor, including soil, smoke and more wear. Only the dagger and axe were slightly thin, and even the shield was added to the combatants' basic configuration.

Originally, the heavy sack behind Zhao Mai could attract everyone's attention, but his rookie outfit helped a lot, and everyone lost interest in exploring the truth.

The fat boss had the same idea. After confirming that the new customer was unable to cause trouble, the only thing he was worried about was whether he could receive the meal.

His voice was strange tremolo, and his thick lips were accompanied by "Plepler" and Zhao Mai's poor listening was basically useless. But what other problems could be found in the tavern? It was nothing more than "Do you want to rent a room?" "How do you pay the bill?" "Do you need special services?"

In many cases, life is like a game, or games can often extract the most core and most likely situations in life. Apart from gang fights, there is nothing in the tavern that cannot be solved with money - if it doesn't work, add fists. Zhao Mai guessed that the tavern owner wanted money, so he opened the dwarf's wallet to see it. The original gold coins inside had been taken out and placed in the other place, leaving only three pieces of pretense in the purse. A meal didn't cost much, and the simple food Zhao Mai asked for only a few silver coins was enough.

It’s easy to do things if you have money. In a short while, the stewed chicken with large pieces of carrots poured with potato juice, two boiled eggs, brown bread as thick as a forearm, and ale that was about half a piece of wine were brought up.

Among all the foods, the only ale wine is the most interesting to Zhao Mai. This beer-like drink is made of baked barley fermentation, and it is said to have a sweet taste and a very textured taste. The ale wine in different regions can fully reflect the local local flavor. Before this meal, all this was just an introduction Zhao Mai read from the book.

He was drinking cold boiled water all the way, but unfortunately no matter how it boiled, the lake water had a strange smell that could not be completely satisfied. Ale wine has been easy to prepare, low price, long shelf life and nutritious, and has always existed as a water alternative drink.

After swallowing it in a big mouthful, Zhao Mai felt that what he had read before was a bit exaggerated. If the beer he had drunk in the past was a lot of fresh oranges, then the ale wine was a fruit orange - there were a lot of chewy things in it. It would be sweet, which was much better than the boiled lake water, but it was just the degree to which it could be tasted. As for the aroma of the wine, Zhao Mai didn't taste it much.

It doesn't matter, just treat it as water for serving the meal. The plate in front of you is qualified from all aspects of color, fragrance and taste. Zhao Mai clearly saw a few words from the meal: "Just eat enough."

Using hunger as a condiment, he could eat any meal. Zhao Mai picked up a spoon and stuffed it into his mouth, then used ale to help swallow it, and finished a portion in a short time. The reserved grain could be divided into eggs and chicken, but it ate it very happily.

The whole meal was light, with a strong aroma but no saltiness. Zhao Mai thought for a while and ordered another large portion of barbecue. He wanted to see the local food flavors and find a way to sell his salt.

As expected, even roasted chicken is bland, or it only has the aroma of oil, but no good salt is used to induce it. Zhao Mai would not sprinkle salt on the food in public, and he lost his appetite for the time being. With the help of body language, through the half-baked common language, he rented a room as his foothold and hoped to hire a "local communication" as a temporary servant.
Chapter completed!