At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty as a god stick

() "Hey, these people are really weirdly dressed!" Wen Fei said.In addition to those dressed in coarse cloth, there are actually some people who seem to be wearing clothes made of sheepskin that seem to be ethnic minorities.Half of the hair was shaved, and it was full of braids hanging down.There are often some quirky decorations hanging from the end of the whip, such as mace's teeth.

"Maybe these are non-mainstream ancestors!" Wen Fei complained secretly.I also saw many people whose foreheads were shaved, but left a tuft of hair, which was spread out on both sides.Everyone is tall and burly, and when they saw Wen Fei, they looked over.He immediately stared back with eyes as big as light bulbs.

Indeed, as Wen Fei said, this market is really a small country market.And it's not the kind of fixed market town with shops, but the kind of grass market where people from all over the world gather to buy and sell.This kind of thing may still be preserved in some remote villages in later generations.Younger otaku are like Wen Fei's generation, and they can only imagine it on TV and text.

Those who make sugar figurines and weeds are all unpopular things, and they can't attract Wen Fei's attention at all.On the contrary, something attracted Wen Fei's attention, and even made his Adam's apple roll up and down, swallowing his saliva.

What sells the most in this place is not other things, but sheep sellers.You can see people everywhere, leading sheep and selling them.He looked elsewhere, and suddenly found something good.

"It's actually an egg, or a local egg!" These days, wanting to eat eggs has become a luxury.Originally, the good-bred eggs or artificial eggs fed by some feed were delicious.Now that a bird flu is coming, it's even worse than the Korean wave, and I don't even have to eat these things.Especially this kind of authentic local eggs, which can no longer be authentic, are extremely expensive to sell for seventeen or eight yuan a catty, and you may not be able to buy real ones.But the ones here will never be fake!

Which came first, the chicken or the egg, is a philosophical question, and the drooling Wen Fei naturally wouldn't think about it, although he wouldn't even think about such boring things after eating and drinking.He just knew that if someone sells eggs, there must be someone who sells chickens.Sure enough, as Wen Fei glanced around, he saw a big rooster that was full of air.

Wen Fei swallowed again with a thud, this is still a fucking chicken, clearly an eagle.Is the chicken so big and so pompous?In Wen Fei's impression, the chickens bought from the vegetable market seemed to be the kind that would not escape if they were placed on the ground.

With such a discovery, looking around, I found that there are treasures everywhere in this unremarkable country market.What is sold in the east, sheep, live sheep.What are they selling on the west side, green vegetables, green vegetables that have not been sprayed with pesticides.

It is said that in the vegetable market, occasionally there are rural farmers who do not know the authenticity and sell the green vegetables that claim to have not been treated with pesticides, and are full of insect eyes and yellow leaves. I don’t know who will rush to buy them.Green, natural, embracing, feel free to eat it!

And is there a better place than this?By the way, are there such things as pesticides and fertilizers in this year?Wen Fei's index finger moved wildly when he saw it, and he almost couldn't help but excitedly took out RMB to buy a lot.Finally remembered, looking at the scene in front of me, people use copper coins, aren't they banknotes with the image of a great man?

For a while, I was scratching my head, but I couldn't think of any valuable things on my body that I could take out... Wen Fei was wearing a cartoon beauty T-shirt, especially the beach shorts on his lower body, which was extremely coquettish.It's actually a two-dimensional beauty who spits out a cute little pink tongue towards the middle of her crotch...

It is conceivable what this body can hold.It seems that I didn't even bring my mobile phone wallet.Wait, he seemed to be holding a piece of ancient jade in his hand, Wen Fei suddenly realized his situation, he seemed to have time-traveled, and the culprit seemed to be this piece of ancient jade?So can I go back by myself?How can I go back?

It wasn't until this time that Wen Fei, a nervous guy, realized that something was wrong, and his situation seemed to be in a bad place!

It was at this time that several men in red military uniforms rushed over with straw ropes and other things, and the people on both sides gave way one after another as if encountering a flood of beasts.All of a sudden, it was as if the urban management had come, and the panic scene in those night markets was generally the same.

These people didn't say much, just tied Wen Fei's neck indiscriminately, and walked out.

Lao Tzu is not a dog, Wen Fei was fooled first.It took a long time to come back to his senses, and he was furious.But it was just furious, being tied up like this by three strong men.Don't say that he is just an otaku who can only show his spirit to scare people, even if he is a master of Neijiaquan, he probably won't be able to resist at this time.

He was rudely escorted there, walked a few hundred meters away, and left the market.I saw an old man with extraordinary appearance sitting under a big tree, with a leisurely expression.

Wen Fei was thrown on the ground viciously, and a dog gnawed on the mud, and the jade pendant in his hand also fell out.Wen Fei was shocked, and was about to throw himself at the jade pendant. This was his only hope of getting back.

His actions naturally attracted the attention of others, and he was firmly pressed on his shoulders: "Don't move!"

Hearing a peaceful but majestic voice say: "Bring me that jade pendant!"

"Yes, Zhang Canjun!" Someone picked up the jade pendant and offered it with both hands.

Naturally, Wen Fei couldn't see this, he was pressed down firmly on the ground, and he could smell the muddy smell in his mouth and nose.The place where it was pressed was even more painful.Poor Wen Fei has suffered so much since he was born, and he naturally scolded all these people in his heart.

That Zhang Canjun played with the jade pendant in his hand for a while, and then said lightly, "Who are you? Why are you dressed like this? A monk is not like a monk."

The accents of these people were a bit weird, similar to a certain dialect. Wen Fei couldn't understand it, so he shouted: "I'm not a monk, I'm not a monk!"

"Well, not a monk. Why do you have such short hair? Don't you know the truth about Xufa's parents?"

Wen Fei has short hair, which really looks like a monk's in this day and age.Not every monk has the conditions to shave his head so that it shines like on TV.

"I'm not from Middle Earth, I'm a prince from Great Britain, the continent of Europe..." Wen Fei said nonsense.

"Oh, he is a barbarian. No wonder he is so uneducated and dressed in such an indecent manner!" Zhang Canjun's tone was a little more relaxed. If the people under his rule dared to dress like this, they would have been caught by him long ago. He was beaten to death and paraded through the streets.