Lord of the Desert

Chapter 188 New World

Compared with the layman who watched the excitement, Hong Fan saw more ways.

The game of moves is only part of it, and what makes him feel ashamed is the speed, reaction, and observation skills shown by both parties.

Cao Hanhai just now should have almost the same combat power as Shi Yuanwei.

But the latter is already thirty one.

The street quickly returned to its original state, obviously accustomed to such sudden martial arts exercises.

From day to noon, it's lunch time.

Hong Fan picked an alley at random and went straight into a small restaurant without tying the red flag.

The shop was very busy, and Xiao Er carried four plates in both hands and arms, and only had time to call out "please" when he caught a glimpse of the new customers entering.

Seeing that there was no one to welcome him and there was no empty table, Hong Fan set up a square table for four with a well-dressed man.

Xiao Er delivered the food twice, and then quickly stood at the table to say hello.

The customers of this store are obviously not of the level of Jinfenglou and Tinghaige, and most of them are illiterate.

That's why there is no menu when ordering, only the names of the dishes that the waiter said in a row.

Hong Fan listened carefully, and heard that cooked beef was being sold for sixty yuan a catty.

"A live cow is at most seven taels of silver, and it can produce two or three hundred catties of meat. You charge sixty coins for one catty?"

he asked.

"Guest officer, that's a good question. Slaughtering cattle will be punished."

Xiao Er said and blinked.

"This is no better than those low-grade shops in the gutter alleys. They sell clean meat. They are all good cattle that have just grown up and died of old age. They have been inspected by the government!"

Hong Fan laughed out loud when he heard the words, and immediately placed an order.

A quarter of an hour later, the four dishes he ordered had been served.

The restaurant was a little messy, but the diners talked about something very high-end.

They were talking about the intention of the new governor sent by the imperial court to station in Liangzhou.

While listening, Hong Fan slurped his food, enjoying a slightly unfamiliar sense of freedom—in the second half of the year in Jinhai City, he was famous all over the city, and he was the focus of attention everywhere.

After eating half of the cooked beef, the topic changed again.

They talked about the siege of Gimhae that happened a month ago.

"I heard the news from the Military Plane Office that the imperial court will step up the front-line defense of the western border and transfer some frontier troops from Shengzhou to the north."

A scribe in long gown said.

"The dispatch of the governor may also be related to this."

"The Governor-General focuses on the military and is not permanent, so it is naturally related to military affairs."

Another old man stroked his beard and replied.

"The old man is just surprised that I am so powerful that I am still troubled by mere snakes."

As soon as this remark came out, there was a lot of approval.

"I have a friend who has been doing business in Yuquan all year round, and he has seen snake people several times."

The scribe spoke.

"This thing is stupid, it will only rush to kill."

"If I were in charge of the army, all the soldiers would be equipped with strong bows and more arrows, so that they could not climb the wall, wouldn't it be a knot?"

"Sir is right!"

Another young man with a short hairpin praised.

"Besides, cold-blooded reptiles will be weak if they don't bask in the sun, so they can attack at night!"

The enthusiasm for chatting became higher and higher, and soon spread to four or five adjacent tables.

Accompanied by shallots and garlic, everyone expressed their opinions.

Hong Fan listened silently for a while, swallowed the last piece of cooked beef, and felt a special feeling.

In Jinhai City, war is nothing more than a concrete thing.

It is the missing edge of the hatchet, the deep ocher bricks of the city wall, the hilt of the sword that cannot be grasped in childhood memories, and a certain face that suddenly disappeared in life and never appeared again.

Among the Jinhai people, there are very few people who have never seen a snake man.

But more than a year after Hong Fan crossed, unless there were real changes in the north, few people talked about them.

Now that he has come to Xijing, a large city that has never been threatened by foreigners for hundreds of years, he finds that people who are farther away from war prefer to talk about war.

Thinking of this, he drank the mutton soup in one gulp and stopped the bowl.

"Everyone, I suddenly thought of a story."

Hong Fan spoke out, attracting everyone's attention.

"Once upon a time, there was a man named Ye Gong who respected the ancestor dragon the most. He even set up sacrifices at home and worshiped him every day."

"Later, this person went to the Dragon Summoning Festival in Shenjing, hoping to see the true body of the Zulong with his own eyes."

As soon as he stopped talking, he raised his hand to ask Xiao Er to come over and pay the bill.

"and then?"

Scribe couldn't help asking.

"Then Ye Gong saw Zulong and was frightened to death on the spot."

Hong Fan said, smiled at the man sharing the table, got up and went out.

The others were taken aback when they heard the words, and they didn't hear the meaning behind the words until they had walked away.

"Where did the outlander come from?"

The young man with the short hairpin was indignant.

"Run away with a sarcasm, argue with me face to face if you have the ability, and make Zi Chou Yinmao clear!"

Everyone agreed, but the well-dressed man at the same table as Hong Fan shook his head.

"That young master speaks with a Jin Hai accent."

He said.

"If I'm not mistaken, his belt and leather boots are all tanned from snakeskin."

This time, the restaurant finally became quiet.

Hong Fan walked out of the alley and walked along the side of the street.

The red flag does not need a leash, and follows behind its master.

In the afternoon, the sun was a little hot.

Hong Fan scanned the flow of people casually, and found that almost [-]% of them were not wearing weapons.

It was at this moment that he suddenly realized that since he entered the city, the unspeakable incompatibility with which he was not used to in all aspects was precisely the prosperity of Xijing, which had not been war-torn for hundreds of years.

Jinhai is far away.

Inside the Anning Gate, next to the Xianzun Bridge, is a new world.

PS: The administrative system in this book is a deliberate mix-and-match - there are generals in the Han Dynasty, three provinces and six ministries in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, titles and governors in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, etc. - so that they do not correspond to a specific dynasty.

In addition, organizations such as the Martial Arts Institute, Overwatch Council, and Qizuojian are completely empty.

Don't worry too much, just have fun.

(End of this chapter)