Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

After briefly instructing Ao Chen, Fang Zheng walked towards the priests who were excitedly discussing with a group of priests.

He asked in a loud voice, "Fathers, how do you feel about this journey?"

They had traveled by carriage, so they naturally had a clear view of the scenery along the way.

The flat roads and the beautifully constructed Taoyuan New City were naturally all in sight.

Father Solje said happily, "Now I can believe what Lord Fang said, this is indeed a good place."

Originally, he had been uneasy on the way here, but what he had seen on the road was enough to prove that Fang Zheng was not exaggerating.

Such roads and such an environment simply did not exist in the Fica countryside.

And the exquisitely decorated small buildings outside the city were even more impossible to find.

In Fica, only the homes of the wealthy could compare with such buildings.

Fang Zheng smiled slightly, extended his hand in a gesture of invitation, and said, "Then please follow me into the city for a look, but remember to restrain your men from running around. The people of our Taoyuan County have never seen foreigners like you, so as to avoid accidents."

Father Solje nodded, then shouted a long string of words to the missionaries behind him, and turned back to say, "Lord Fang, please rest assured, they are all devout believers and will never disrupt the rules here."

"Okay, let's go."

A large group of foreigners entered the city in a line under the watchful eyes of the heavily armed city guards.

After entering the city, Father Solje suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

The wide and clean road was another style altogether, with a bustling crowd and a lively atmosphere.

The missionaries behind him couldn't help but let out slight exclamations, and then began to whisper to each other again.

However, the size of this group quickly attracted the attention of the people of Taoyuan County, and some people began to move their feet together in tacit understanding, forming a human wall.

Obviously, these foreigners with high noses and deep eyes startled many people, and the space-time under the city gate seemed to freeze for a moment.

The crowd was wary, staring at Father Solje and the others.

The people of the mission also became nervous and stopped discussing, and the two sides began to look at each other.

Fang Zheng stepped out of the crowd and stood beside Father Solje, and the expressions of the Taoyuan people on the opposite side immediately eased.

Since Lord Fang was there, there should be no major problem, and they might be his guests.

Seeing a suspicious gaze focused on himself, Fang Zheng raised his hands and said, "Everyone, don't panic. This official is bringing foreigners to visit Taoyuan County, you all do your own thing! If there's nothing to do, go away, don't stare!"

Out of strong trust in Fang Zheng, the crowd gradually dispersed, and some people began to go to the corners of the wall to observe secretly.

Fang Zheng turned his head and smiled: "You are new here, so everyone is a little unaccustomed to it. After you are more active here in the future, this kind of situation will definitely not happen again."

Father Solje nodded: "Thank you, Lord. I can understand this."

After all, unlike in Fica, not to mention the culture, the difference in appearance alone is too great.

Putting himself in their shoes, if such a large group of Orientals suddenly came to Fica, they would also be vigilant.

Fang Zheng led the crowd further inside.

The onlookers were as usual, but seeing Fang Zheng taking the lead, there was no too intense reaction.

The people of the mission walked and looked.

Although they had already entered Da Jing, they had only taken a quick glance from Jiangling Port to the capital, and soon they were taken to a remote small house.

Now that they had entered a 'big city', they could be considered to have completely seen a corner of Da Jing's scenery.

The strangely styled buildings, the clean and tidy environment, and the vibrant scene.

All of this made Father Solje's heart tremble.

Good! This must be an excellent city! He had been to three countries to preach, and none of those places were not poor and backward.

Every rainy season, the soil filled the sky, and the garbage on the streets was dumped at will, and the air was always filled with a nauseating smell.

What about the people? Perhaps they could not be called people, they were all village women and farmers and serfs, always looking dirty, even with the corners of their clothes encrusted with stains, full of parasites, and with an unconcealable fatigue in their eyes.

Here it was completely different!

Not to mention the streets, the clothes of ordinary people were quite clean!

Not only was there no disgusting smell in the air, but there was also a faint fragrance due to the stalls on the street.

He had never smelled this kind of fragrance before.

Could it be the smell of the food that those people were making?

But he had never eaten anything good since he came to Da Jing, it was all boiled in clear water, with no oil, so that he now felt nauseous when he smelled the smell of vegetables.

Many times he deeply suspected that the Da Jing people's pursuit of food might be no different from that of serfs.

But this smell seemed a little special....

Father Solje's eyes turned to the street stalls, where steamed buns were being steamed and soup was being cooked, with steam rising slowly.

He couldn't help but swallow.

"Lord Fang, what is that?"

Fang Zheng turned his head and glanced: "Oh, that's steamed buns, haven't you eaten them before?"

The priest shook his head: "I haven't eaten them. We used to eat all kinds of boiled vegetables at our residence, and a kind of pasta called steamed buns. We didn't even have bread."

Seeing that the eyes of many missionaries were mainly focused on the various stalls, Fang Zheng said: "Well, you should all be hungry after such a long time on the road. Then I will take you to eat first, and after you are full, we will take our time to look around."

Father Solje licked his lips and said awkwardly, "Lord Fang, we don't have any money yet."

"It doesn't matter, this time I will treat you first, come with me."

On the way to the restaurant, the mission continued to observe, and Father Solje suddenly said, "Lord Fang, I have found that the roads here are very well built, but why do you plant so many trees by the side of the road? Doesn't it take up space?"

"Because it looks good."

"Just because it looks good?"

"Yes, beauty is productivity. We Da Jing pay attention to the way of nature in everything, and the appearance of this city is naturally the same. Don't you think it's beautiful?"

"Uh.. it is indeed quite beautiful, then what are those houses with blue and pink stick figures for?"

"That's a toilet...."

Father Solje felt both happy and bitter in his heart. Are even convenient places built so exquisitely? Fica doesn't have such places, but there are streets specifically for convenience....

They walked and chatted along the way, and soon arrived in front of the restaurant.

Fang Zheng arranged, "Lu Fa, go in and see if there are enough seats, and arrange them in groups of ten at a table. If there are not enough seats, clear a few tables, and put it all on my account. We will wait here now to avoid startling others."

Lu Fa said yes, and then entered the restaurant.

Before long, he had arranged the seats and led the mission inside.

Fang Zheng was about to enter when Lai Gou'er suddenly said, "Big brother, you go first, I'll go in later."

Fang Zheng asked in confusion, "Do you have something to do?"

Lai Gou'er smiled and took something out of his arms: "I have a good thing, I'll enjoy it before going in."

In an instant, Fang Zheng's pupils shrank sharply: "This... this is?"

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