I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

"In addition to eating, do we need to prepare anything else later?"

Huang Rong followed Lin Xuan's steps and walked for several miles, and she had almost mastered the men's steps.

Taking a quick look at it, I saw that there was no big problem except that she was a little girly.

At least it's at the level of fresh meat.

"If you can't blow the tiger's head off with your bare hands, you might as well get two knives..."

"Don't underestimate this girl."

Huang Rong rolled up her sleeves, revealing the arms that were able to bully Shuang Saixue, as well as two gleaming Fenshui Emei thorns: "Besides, I am also armed with weapons."

"Okay then, I'll get a knife for myself."

Lin Xuan glanced at Huang Rong: "If possible, you can also take care of the skin color on your arms."

"There should be a small wine shop down there. You may not be able to buy knives. If you want to go to town, five hours may not be enough time."

Huang Rong didn't say much this time. She picked up another handful of soil, mixed it, and spread it evenly on her arms.

"The wine shop must have a kitchen. Just go and get their knives."

Lin Xuan thought for a while: "I don't need an ordinary kitchen knife. At least get a cattle butcher's knife... Well, the folk saying is that it should be a pig butcher's knife."

The small wine shops in the Water Margin plane are relatively wild, and beef can be seen everywhere.

Human flesh is also available from time to time.

These days, there is no such thing as a one-stop service for cold chain fresh food.

Lin Xuan estimated that the probability of immediate killing was relatively high.

If it's a black shop...

There are even more kinds of knives.

"Well, the butcher's knife should be able to stab a tiger. Huh?"

Huang Rong rolled her eyes: "Why should I go?"

"You are more agile and more suitable for this kind of thing than me."

"That's not the problem!"

Huang Rong bit her silver teeth secretly: "My daughter, the proud owner of Peach Blossom Island, went to steal someone else's butcher's knife? Don't you think it's too embarrassing?"

"It sounds a bit ugly to say stealing."

Lin Xuan comforted him smoothly: "I will put a piece of silver for them later. They can't say they suffered a loss, and we can't say we stole it."

"...If that's the case, then that's okay."

Huang Rong pursed her lips and felt that it made sense.

***

After a while, the mountain road ended and turned into a rather spacious official road.

Not far away, there is a hotel of medium size.

The hotel held a flag in front of the door, with five words written on it: "Three bowls are not enough."

"It can be considered a famous scene..."

Arriving at the door of the store, Lin Xuan took another look at the money in his pocket and walked in.

There is still three or four taels of silver in it, which is always more than enough for a meal.

The purchasing power of silver in the Song Dynasty was not as good as that in the Tang Dynasty.

According to the price of goods in Water Margin, one tael of silver can be exchanged for almost two thousand copper plates, which is two thousand coins.

A simple and crude conversion shows that one tael of silver is equivalent to two thousand yuan in later generations.

If you don't order the oiran lady, you won't spend much money on a normal meal.

In movies and TV shows, when paying the bill, you have to throw out a silver ingot or even a gold ingot before you can leave...

Then it will be a black shop that is 100% black and colorful.

If it is really a black shop...

Lin Xuan thinks it's pretty good.

Just do it directly.

Also saved money.

"What would you like, sir? Our old wine is famous far and wide. Do you want two bowls of it?"

By this time, it was already past the meal time when merchants gathered, and all the seats in the shop were empty.

As soon as Lin Xuan sat down, the waiter came over and asked politely.

"I won't drink any more. Let's get some tea and serve some food."

Lin Xuan glanced at the waiter and said calmly.

Although Huang Rong knew how to taste wine, she had no interest in this kind of village wine.

Lin Xuan was a little interested.

But you will have to fight the tiger later, so there is no need to deliberately intensify yourself.

Besides, to be honest...

In ancient times, people didn't know much about purification, and the taste of wine was far inferior to that of later generations.

The good thing is, it's not that easy to get drunk.

If it were replaced by underworld stuff like eaux-de-vie, vodka...

Lin Xuan estimated that even with Wu Song's drinking capacity, he would drink a few large bowls and doubt his life.

"Okay, you two will wait a moment."

The waiter moved quickly and soon cut up a large plate of beef, brought a pot of tea, and a bowl of rice to the two of them.

The two of them had already finished communicating on the road, and there was a waiter here, so they just immersed themselves in cooking.

Huang Rong eats gracefully and her appetite is not very large.

After eating half a bowl of rice and a few slices of beef, I put down my chopsticks, picked up the tea bowl, and drank slowly.

Lin Xuan ate two bowls of rice and was almost 70 to 80% full before he stopped.

Tiger hunting should be considered strenuous exercise.

It's not okay to be hungry, and it's not okay to be too full...

"Seller, do you sell the butcher's knives in your kitchen?"

After eating, Lin Xuan rinsed his mouth with tea and asked casually.

"Guest...Guest, what do you want with that thing?"

The waiter had obviously never seen anyone come to the store to buy a butcher knife, and he was completely shocked.

"The roads are not peaceful these days. My two brothers went out in a hurry and didn't bring anyone with them. We didn't want to be cut off."

Lin Xuan said matter-of-factly: "Carrying a butcher's knife in your arms can not only strengthen your courage, but also give you a chill when you encounter a bad person."

"So that's it. What the guest officer said makes sense..."

The waiter looked at Lin Xuan dressed as a scholar and felt a little awkward. He forced a smile and said: "But the shop only has a butcher's knife. If it is given to the guest, the shop will be inconvenienced."

"You won't be short of money, just buy another one later."

Lin Xuan felt in his pocket and threw out a piece of five or six pieces of silver: "After finishing the meal, I will use the rest to buy your butcher knife."

"Since my guest wants to defend himself, I will get it right now."

The waiter picked up the silver, weighed it, his eyes lit up, and he quickly ran into the kitchen.

"Why did you switch to buying a knife again?"

Huang Rong was confused when she heard this. She couldn't help but lightly kicked Lin Xuan and asked.

"I originally planned to buy a knife. The butcher's knife is not a precious thing, so there is no need to resort to tricks."

Lin Xuan smiled and said, "We are tiger-fighting heroes when we kill tigers. If this pig-killing knife comes from a wrong origin, it will not be good if word spreads about it."

"...Then why did you ask me to steal before?"

"I wasn't sure who the store owner was before. If it's a stubborn old man, I have to be more flexible."

"So, what I discussed with you earlier was just a bad idea."

Lin Xuan said calmly: "Our goal is just to get the butcher's knife, not to experience being a thief."

"Quite fickle."

Huang Rong pouted her lips with a thoughtful expression and put down her tea bowl.

"Sir, please take it."

Not long after, the waiter came out carrying a single-edged sharp knife of more than 30 centimeters.

It looks like it should be used to stab pigs and dismember cows.

There is a blood groove on the blade, and there are dark red blood stains inside the blood groove.

The blade of the knife looks shiny. He probably kills pigs and cattle and also cuts meat.

The wooden handle is slightly cracked, but overall it's in pretty good shape and is still far from completely cracked.

"Thanks."

Lin Xuan picked up the butcher's knife and waved it a few times, then asked the waiter for a piece of oil paper to wrap the knife, and carefully put it in his arms.

A gentleman is good at fake things.

Lin Xuan was not Wu Song, and he had no intention of trying to beat the tiger to death with his fists.

"That's almost it. Let's go."

Seeing that Lin Xuan had packed up, Huang Rong stretched and stood up.

"Master, please bring me a few cents of wine. If you are full, bring some as well."

At this moment, a bold-looking man opened the door curtain and walked in.

The big man's eyes shot up to the cold stars, and his eyebrows were as thick as paint!

When walking, it is like a dragon walking and a tiger walking, giving people a heroic feeling.