"" Yan Xiaomo said nothing.
This guy is a bit narcissistic, but as long as he is happy, there is nothing wrong with praising himself appropriately.
Marco Polo returned to the car and put the pistol at his side.
"Mr.
Marco Polo, eat some fruit."
Yan Xiaomo handed a big star fruit to Marco Polo.
This water-rich fruit should be eaten in arid desert areas.
"Thank you, beautiful lady."
Marco Polo took the star fruit from Yan Xiaomo's hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, took a bite, and asked, "This fruit is really good."
"Brother, you eat too."
Yan Xiaomo handed another star fruit to Han Xin.
The car stopped not long after driving because the road ahead was blocked by a river of yellow cement.
"This bridge seems to have been blown up."
Marco Polo got out of the car and squatted on the shore to gnaw on the star fruit in his hand.
Everyone got out of the car, and the original iron bridge was cut off in the middle by something unknown.
"Can't you make it?"
Yan Xiaomo looked at the rolling water of the Yellow River.
The sound of splashing water filled his ears, and waves of wind and waves rushed towards his face.
Marco Polo shrugged, not knowing what evil thing cut off the bridge.
Although the shore is very close to the water, there are still no tall trees and plants around, only messy-looking hairy grass.
"Are there any other bridges nearby?"
King Lanling asked.
The river was very wide, and if you fell, you would be swept away by the rapid current below.
Marco Polo stood up, raised his head and thought for a while, "This place belongs to the western region and is sparsely populated.
The country did not build bridges or roads here before.
This is the only iron bridge I know of."
Yan Xiaomo sighed slowly.
It seems that this bridge cannot be crossed.
"But it's not hopeless.
I know two guys.
They must be able to help us cross the river.
But" at this point, Marco Polo paused slightly, and a trace of uneasiness flashed on his face.
"Just what?"
Yan Xiaomo asked.
King Lanling also stared at Marco Polo.
"It's not easy to invite them out.
In the past, money was still valuable and we needed to pay them a high price.
Now the money is worthless.
If we have enough food, we can still invite them."
This is the tricky part.
Now in the end of the world, where can we have enough?
of food If there is food, crossing the bridge is definitely a very simple matter.
"Don't worry about food.
How can you invite those two people out?"
Yan Xiaomo breathed a sigh of relief when she heard what Marco Polo said.
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If she wanted money, she really didn't have it, but she had a lot of food.
The warehouse was full of grain, and it almost couldn't be filled.
She hadn't gone in to harvest grain for two days because the warehouse was already crowded and there was really no extra space left to store grain.
When Marco Polo heard what Yan Xiaomo said, his eyes flashed and he said excitedly: "There is really food."
Yan Xiaomo nodded and said, "I can guarantee this.
You'd better find a way to invite the two people you mentioned."
It’s really nice to have a space in the last days, and many places can use this space.
"Okay, I'll light the red smoke and invite them over."
Marco Polo happily went to the back of the car and took out the things.
Yan Xiaomo walked around curiously and saw Marco Polo placing a bundle of things on the hill, then lighting the bundle, and soon saw red smoke slowly coming out. oshow7: