When Yuan Ming heard the old man say this, he was stunned and a little confused.

"Sorry, offended, offended, don't mind the guest." Lao Yanpai's eyes flashed and he apologized repeatedly.

"Take me to the guest room quickly." Yuan Ming waved his hand and said.

The old man nodded and walked to the front, greeted and led the way, and led Yuan Ming out of the back door of the lobby, followed a corridor and went into the inner courtyard.

There are many trees planted in the yard, and the environment is quite quiet, but the rooms passing by are almost pitch black.

"There are many people in this town, but the business of this store seems to be not very good." Yuan Ming secretly complained in his heart.

When he arrived at the backyard, he saw the dull young man feeding his horses.

He followed the old cigarette bun to the innermost room. The furnishings were simple and they could only be considered neat, but Yuan Ming was quite satisfied. It was much better than the village inn he had stayed before, and the price was naturally much higher.

"Guest, you can stay there with peace of mind. I wonder if you still need to have meals at night?" the old man asked.

"No need, if there is nothing to do at night, I don't want anyone to come and disturb me." Yuan Ming said, throwing a silver coin over.

In his storage bag, there were roasted ferocious beasts, so he did not intend to eat the food provided in the store.

"Okay, no problem. Then you can rest early." Lao Yanpai took the silver coin, his eyes lit up, put it in his mouth and bit it, and then turned around and retreated.

At this time, Yuan Ming suddenly asked, "By the way, shopkeeper, do you know that there is an old-fashioned incense making workshop called "Jician Fang" in this town?"

Hearing this, Lao Yanpai paused, took out the silver coins from his mouth and put them in his pocket.

"You ask this, are you going to buy incense and candles? If you need these, the old man, I also opened a grocery store, which is sold in the store, so I will definitely calculate a discount for you." Lao Yandao asked with a smile.

"I don't buy incense, I want to learn the incense making skills. Do you know where the workshop is located?" Yuan Ming shook his head and asked.

"Oh, I know this place, but it's a bit remote. If you really want to find it yourself, it's really hard to find it. That's right, I'll take you there tomorrow morning?" Lao Yandao said with a silly smile.

"Then I'll be in trouble." Yuan Ming thanked.

Lao Yanpai turned around and closed the door for him and walked into the yard.

The young man who fed Yuan Ming's horses had not left yet, seemed to be waiting for him.

"Dad, why are you a rich man?" The young man still looked dull, but he spoke very quickly.

The old cigarette pipe immediately raised a finger to his mouth, signaling the young man to follow.

The two left the backyard, and the old cigarette pipe lit it again. After taking a "bang" sip, a wisp of white cigarette was spit out along the corner of his mouth, he slowly spoke: "What a pity..."

"Why, is it a poor man? If you have a horse, you will not be a poor man no matter how you are?" The young man's eyebrows flew up and he said in surprise.

"If I had come early in the first half of the year, I might have earned another bounty, but now... it's a bit embarrassing." Lao Yandao said indifferently without answering his son's question.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" the young man said in confusion.

"It's nothing. This young man is our noble man, so he has to be well served." After Lao Yandao said that, he smoked and walked to the front yard with his outer horoscope.

...

The next day, the curfew was lifted not long after.

Yuan Ming woke up from his practice, got up, stretched, moved his body for a while, and rushed to the front yard.

Lao Yanpai was sitting at the door of the lobby, staring at the people on the street outside.

The city gate has just opened, and there are already many small business vendors on the street, but they are just coming and going, and there is no business that can be recruited.

The old cigarette pipe was smoking a cigarette, his eyes were a little slight, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yuan Ming stepped forward and said hello before he hurriedly got up.

The two of them said a few words, and Lao Yanpai slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, I almost forgot. I promised to take the customer to find the incense making workshop yesterday."

As he said that, he called his son to go to the front to see the shop, and he took Yuan Ming along the outside street to the town.

The crowded Tiehu Town is naturally far from the lively nature of the Great Jin Capital that Yuan Ming had seen before, but the surrounding buildings are more southern Xinjiang style, with different hawking sounds and unique tastes.

Lao Yanpai is like a qualified tour guide. He told Yuan Ming about the situation in the town all the way. From time to time, he would meet one or two acquaintances on the road and say hello.

The two walked along the main street for a cup of tea, and Lao Yanpai took Yuan Ming and walked into a side alley.

After walking along this narrow alley for a long time, they finally arrived at the incense making workshop.

However, after arriving, Yuan Ming was disappointed.

It was a small courtyard with a copper lock hanging on the gate, spider webs on it, and a thick layer of gray fell.

The stone steps in front of the yard were also covered with fallen leaves and debris, and it seemed that no one had lived there for a long time.

"Is this an incense making workshop?" Yuan Ming frowned.

"That's right, it's here. Look, their sign is still there." Lao Yanpai pointed to a dirty and worn plaque on the lintel with a cigarette pole and said.

Yuan Ming went up and took a closer look, and the word "媠" was still vaguely engraved. As for the third word "官网", only the word "官" on the left was left.

"What's going on? Moving?" Yuan Ming said in confusion.

"I'm not very clear either. The guest waits for you and I'll ask for it." Lao Yandao said, and then went to a house next to him to knock on the door.

A coarse cloth woman came out of the door, said a few words to Lao Yanpai, then closed the door and went back.

"I asked clearly, my neighbor said that the owner of this workshop was addicted to gambling a year ago, and was addicted to gambling, and lost all his money. After my wife ran away with someone six months ago, he rarely saw him." Lao Yandao walked to Yuan Ming and spoke.

"It's actually a gambler..." Yuan Ming was stunned when he heard this.

"What do you think? Should we go back? Or should I ask for you again?" Lao Yandao asked.

"I still want to see him before talking." Yuan Ming thought that he had come, so he always had to ask the previous question.

"So I'll ask for information for you again." Lao Yandao said.

"Thank you. If I can really find it, I will give you a good reward." Yuan Ming hurriedly thanked.

When I heard this, the old cigarette pack's eyes lit up.

"You said, should we try our luck in the casino? Once this person becomes addicted to gambling, it will be difficult for him to quit. You can not go back to your home, but you may not necessarily go to the casino." Lao Yandao suddenly said.

"That's right. Even if you can't meet in a casino, you might be able to meet someone who knows him." Yuan Ming also felt it made sense when he heard this.

"That's the reason." Lao Yanpai nodded and agreed.

"Then there are several casinos in this town. Why don't you tell me the place and let's go and find them separately?" Yuan Ming said.

"No, no. Although there are several casinos in this town, there is only one closest to it, called "Shanhe Gambling House". The old saying goes, "Gambling near and near". If you want to go, most people will only go there. It's still early, let's go over and take a look together." Lao Yanpai said with a smile.

Yuan Ming naturally nodded without any objection.

The two of them quickly left the alley and returned to the main street.

After walking a distance to the north, I immediately saw a tall building with a towering gatehouse.

This building has three floors, each floor is about two meters high, and the whole body is built of nanmu. What is more special is that on one side of the building, there is a rockery three or four meters high, and on the right side, there is a small river about two meters wide, surrounding the building in a semi-encircled shape, which seems to have been manually excavated.

Outside the gatehouse, there is a string of diamond-shaped wooden signs hanging, with dice points carved on one side, and the words "Shanhe Gambling House" written in southern Xinjiang.

Yuan Ming followed Lao Yanpai, and the two walked to the gambling house one by one, and saw two sturdy men standing outside the gambling house gate, with a thick curtain hanging on the door.

Lao Yandao greeted the two big men in a familiar way, then stepped forward and opened the curtain.

The moment the thick curtain was lifted, the chaotic shouts, mixed with the sound of dice hitting the table, and the sound of Paijiu hitting the table came out from it.

Another sultry and unpleasant smell also hits my face.

Lao Yandao walked in with Yuan Ming, and saw that nine gambling tables were divided into one floor of the large-scale gambling workshop.

Yuan Ming glanced briefly and found that five of the tables were gambling dice to guess the size of the dice, and the other three were gambling dice. He had never seen the last table in his memory, and only saw that the gambling tools were a pile of black and a pile of white round stones.

"I'll go and ask for help." Lao Yanpai said, then walked towards a dice-playing gambling table.

Yuan Ming himself was not idle, so he came to the Paijiu table.

There were only seven or eight people playing cards on the table, and there were more than a dozen or twenty people watching next to them. They all looked red and their hands were itchy.

However, some are short of money, while others do not have a free space, so their faces are somewhat different.

Yuan Ming patted a sloppy middle-aged man on the shoulders of the outer side. The latter looked back at him and asked impatiently:

"What are you doing?"

"Brother, Lao Jia asked you about something?"

As soon as Yuan Ming finished speaking, the middle-aged man waved impatiently and said, "I don't know, I don't know..."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at the gambling table.

Yuan Ming had no choice but to pat a short man next to him who was placing his toes and looking inside with his neck stretched out.

The latter turned his head and looked at Yuan Ming. He was not as impatient as the man before, but he also said in a cold tone: "What are you doing?"

"Brother, do you want to ask you about something?" Yuan Ming said.

"Speak up, you're busy!" the short man frowned.

"Do you know where the master of the 'Jicy House' in the town went?" Yuan Ming said.

"You mean Wusang?" the short man raised his eyebrows and asked.

Only then did Yuan Ming remember that he had always thought that he would not have much trouble finding such a time-honored workshop that had been operating for so many years, so he did not even think about caring about what the owner's name was.

He subconsciously wanted to ask Lao Yanpai, but when he turned his head to look, he found that the little old man had disappeared at some point.
Chapter completed!