The three cultivators were not particularly thirsty, but while people could endure it, the horses could not. So they walked over and called for the waiter to give the horses some water.
After Feng Jun smoked a cigarette in the tea stall, he finally asked, "Waiter, Hu Yuandao of Yunzhou City is dead?"
"Mm." The waiter nodded. "I heard he ran into assassins outside the city. After he got home, he did not hold on for long before he died... What a pity. He was a fine man of Yunzhou City."
"What assassins?" A man beside them spoke up. He was tall and fat, with a face full of wiry whiskers. Because of the heat, he was bare-chested and leaning against a wooden post as he napped.
Hearing the waiter's words, he slowly opened his eyes, picked up the bowl of tea beside him, and took several large gulps. Then he gave Feng Jun a lazy glance. "Give me a cigarette, and I'll tell you all about it."
Cigarettes from Pacify Arms Mountain were currently distributed by the Yu Family and the Mi Family. Since tobacco in Xia Nation was under a state monopoly, it was an outrageously profitable trade. What Feng Jun sold in this world was a typical luxury good.
One cigarette could be exchanged for more than half a jin of tobacco. It was practically robbery.
Yet some people truly liked that sort of thing. Feng Jun's tobacco business was not large, but it had spread its influence throughout the surrounding region. Even in Qingdai Commandery, two thousand li away, people recognized it.
Feng Jun handed him a cigarette. "Go on, tell me."
"Hu Yuandao offended some important figure in the government." The fat man lit the cigarette and spoke lazily. "After being a hero for twenty