Jia Zhengjin changed into an ancient costume brought out from the world of Yizi, although it is slightly different from here, but the difference is not too big.

Pushing a self-made single-wheeled cart, with a long wooden table and several benches tied to the left and right sides of the cart, Gollum walked towards the city of Yejun.

When I arrived near the city gate, I saw a long line of people entering and leaving the city, and countless soldiers with yellow scarves were investigating one by one.

He followed the team to the entrance of the city gate, and a yellow turban soldier stopped him and carefully looked at the tables and chairs on the car: "What is this?"

Jia Zhengjin said in his heart, don't you even know the tables and chairs?

He smiled and replied, "It's just tables and chairs!"

The Yellow Turban soldier who stopped him turned to look at his companion with a question mark on his face.

Several Yellow Turban soldiers guarding the door looked at each other, as if no one understood.

"What's the use of this?" said the Yellow Turban soldier who stopped him poked at a bench in the car with his spear.

"Stool, sit on!" Jia Zhengjin thought for a moment, took off the stool and put it on the ground, and then sat on it, "Stool!"

Several Yellow Turban soldiers were even more puzzled, and they discussed a few words without coming to a conclusion.

Isn't there a stool at this time? Jia Zhengjin was puzzled in his heart, and when he thought about it carefully, there was a TV clip about the Three Kingdoms faintly emerging in his memory, although it was very vague and he couldn't even remember the specifics, but it seemed that the characters in it were kneeling and sitting?

Ah, yes! During this period, they were basically kneeling, so straw mats were more popular, and I didn't hear of any stools, so it's no wonder that these soldiers looked confused.

After a few Yellow Turban soldiers discussed, they simply ignored the stool for a while, and pointed their spears at the long table on the car: "What is this?"

"Table!" replied Jia Zhengjin.

The Yellow Turban soldiers were dazed again, and whispered together.

They don't even know the table, do they?

No, there must be a table!

Jia Zhengjin thought for a while, took off a table and put it on the ground, and then sat on the stool and gestured to eat: "Table!"

"Ah~" Finally, a yellow turban soldier reacted, "Eat the table!"

"Eating table?" Jia Zhengjin heard this word for the first time, and felt that it should mean the table, so he nodded, "Yes, it's the food table!"

"Tut~" Several Yellow Turban soldiers looked at these wooden tables and benches, showing regretful expressions, probably thinking that their craftsmanship was too poor.

"Enter the city!" and carefully checked Jia Zhengjin's face, and then let him enter the city.

"Thank you!" Jia Zhengjin tied the table and chair back and pushed the cart slowly into the city.

The interior of this ancient city is quite prosperous, with people on the streets and of course a large number of golden armies.

"The sky is dead!"

"The sky is dead!!"

"Huang Tian should stand!"

"Huang Tian should stand!!"

"Years old in Jiazi!"

"Years old in Jiazi!!"

"The world is lucky!"

"The world is ...... auspicious"

From time to time, I saw people with yellow scarves on the side of the road gathering the people and shouting slogans with them like pyramid schemes brainwashing.

And the vast majority of the people did not hesitate to shout along, and the scene was particularly fanatical.

Walking around, Jia Zhengjin almost thought that he had entered a cult base.

Now the Yellow Turban Rebellion should have begun, right?

However, it seems that the county is peaceful, and the Eastern Han government has not yet begun to send troops to recruit the Yellow Turban Army?

In other words, the chaos in the world has not yet begun?

With doubts, Jia Zhengjin found a corner of the market, unloaded the tables and chairs, and sat on the side of the road to look around.

All around were peddlers, those who bought bread, rice, cloth, swords, and even those in the distance.

That's right, it's a sale!

A few thin, skinny adults, holding children who also couldn't see a few taels of meat, looked at the passers-by, and feebly sold the children with blank faces.

In addition to selling children, there were also some selling women, each of whom was hungry, and the passing Yellow Turban soldiers turned a blind eye to this.

Jia Zhengjin was only a little surprised by this, but immediately diverted his attention.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the people were struggling to make a living, and this situation happened everywhere, otherwise there would not have been the largest religious peasant uprising in history.

The surrounding vendors were all shouting and soliciting business, and Jia Zhengjin looked a little out of place inside, just sitting by and observing the surroundings from beginning to end.

Because of this, there is not a single customer at all.

Of course, the tables and chairs he made did not conform to this era, and people did not know what they were for, which was also a relatively important reason.

After sitting for most of the day and no one cared, I saw that the sun was starting to set in the west, and I got up to clean up the tables and chairs.

"Eh!" As he cleaned up, the flatbread seller next to him couldn't help but ask, "What are you selling?"

"What?" Jia Zhengjin looked back at him, but he didn't hear clearly.

"What are you selling?" asked the flatbread seller again.

The characteristics of the goddess of knowledge, Fura, turn the other party's words into a vernacular that Jia Zhengjin can understand, that is, what are you selling?

Jia Zhengjin's reply was also translated into something that the other party could understand: "I've been sitting here for a long time, don't you see? This stool is used for sitting, and the table is for eating." ”

The sudden realization of selling flatbread also made the same smacking sound as the yellow turban soldiers guarding the door, and the eyes looking at the wooden table and wooden chairs were particularly regretful, and it was estimated that Jia Zhengjin couldn't even do a good job of eating the table, and he also made a "stool", which was too weird: "With all due respect, this thing is useless! ”

He held up a finger, meaning that it was good to sell a table.

"Really?" Jia Zhengjin doesn't care, it's normal to not know when you first arrive!

"Little brother's face is tight, not from the county?"

"I came from the mountains and entered the city for the first time. Jia Zhengjin replied.

"Oh, mountain folks?"

"Exactly!"

"A certain surname Fang, a name Dabao. Where's the little brother?"

"Jia Chong!" Jia Zhengjin reported a pseudonym.

"Little Brother Jia, look at your fine skin and tender flesh not like a villager in the mountains, but like a rich son!" Fang Dabao said with a smile.

"Really?" Jia Zhengjin did find that the faces of the people in the city were all yellow, most of them were covered with skin and bones, and young people with fine skin and tender flesh like himself were particularly conspicuous. A flatbread seller thinks so, so it is estimated that after sitting here for a day, many people have already paid attention to themselves.

Let's get out of the city and go back to the temporary base first!

He quickly put the tables and chairs on the cart and tied them, and without talking to the flatbread seller, he pushed the cart and walked in the direction of the city gate.

Before leaving the market, a group of yellow turban soldiers appeared in front of them, led by a man riding a yellow-maned horse and carrying a steel knife in his hand, directly blocking the way.

Immediately afterwards, the Yellow Turban Army quickly surrounded Jia Zhengjin.

"This general," Jia Zhengjin quickly pretended to have a confused expression, "Why did you stop you?"

"Hmph! This general has ordered someone to observe for a long time, you are not like a trader, your face is sneaky, it must be the court to do it! Someone, take him down!"

"Huh!" all the spears in the hands of the Huang soldiers were aimed at Jia Zhengjin.