Compared with the layman's excitement, Hong Fan saw more doorways.

The game of moves is only part of the story, and what makes him even more ashamed is the speed, reaction, and observation shown by both sides.

Cao Hanhai just now, his combat power should be similar to Shi Yuanwei.

But the latter is already one in thirty.

The street quickly returned to its original state, apparently accustomed to such sudden martial arts drills.

In the middle of the day, it was time for lunch.

Hong Fan randomly picked an alley to drill, did not tie the red flag, and went straight into a small restaurant.

The shop is very hot, Xiao Er is holding four plates with both hands and arms, and he only has time to call "please" when he sees a new customer entering the door.

Hong Fan saw that there was no one to receive him and there was no empty table, so he built a four-person square table with a man in a strong suit.

Xiao Er delivered two dishes, and then quickly stood at the table to greet him.

The customers of this shop are obviously not of the grade of Jinfeng Lou and Tinghai Pavilion, and most of them are illiterate.

That's why there is no menu when ordering, only the names of the dishes that are so fast in the second bite that they are connected together.

Hong Fan listened carefully, and also heard that there was cooked beef for sale, and the price of one pound was sixty yuan.

"A live cow is at most seven taels of silver, and it can produce two or three hundred catties of meat, and you will charge sixty yuan for this catty?"

He asked.

"The guest officer is a good question, slaughtering a ploughing ox is punishable."

Xiao Er said and blinked.

"We are no better than those inferior shops in the gutters and alleys, selling innocent meat, all of which are good cattle that have just grown up and died of old age, and have been inspected by the government!"

Hong Fan laughed when he heard this, and immediately placed an order.

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

The restaurant is a little dirty, but the conversation among diners is extraordinary.

They were talking about the intention of the imperial court to send a new governor to Liangzhou.

Hong Fan listened while taking a big bite of dry rice, enjoying a slightly unfamiliar sense of ease - in the second half of Jinhai City, he was the best in the city, and he was the focus everywhere.

After eating most of the cooked beef, the topic on the side changed again.

They talked about the siege of Gimhae, which took place a month ago.

"I heard that there is news from the Military Aircraft Government that the imperial court will step up the first-line defense of Western Xinjiang, and some of the Shengzhou border troops will be transferred north."

A scribe in a long shirt said.

"The presence of the Governor may have something to do with it."

"The Governor is more military and unconventional, so naturally it has to do with military affairs."

Another old man stroked his beard and replied.

"It's just strange that with my Dahua's strength, I still suffer from snake people."

As soon as this remark came out, it led to a wave of approval.

"I have a friend who has been doing business with 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 am in charge of the soldiers, all the staff will be equipped with strong bows and arrows, so that they will not be able to go up the wall?"

"Sir has a point!"

Another young man with a short hairpin praised.

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

The popularity of small talk rose higher and higher, and soon expanded to four or five adjacent tables of people.

Accompanied by chives and garlic, everyone expressed their opinions.

Hong Fan listened silently for a long time, swallowed the last slice of cooked beef, and felt a special feeling.

In Gimhae City, war is the most concrete thing.

It is the blade of the wood knife that has been cut off, the ochre masonry of the city wall, the hilt of the sword that I have not grasped in my childhood memory, and the face that has suddenly disappeared in my life and never appeared again.

There are very few people in Gimhae who have never seen a snake man.

But for more than a year after Hong Fan crossed, few people talked about them unless there was really any movement in the north.

Now that he is in Xijing, a great city that has been built for hundreds of years and has never been threatened by aliens, he finds that people who are farther away from war prefer to talk about it.

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

"Ladies and gentlemen, a story came to my mind."

Hong Fan spoke up, attracting everyone's attention.

"Once upon a time, there was a person named Ye Gong, who respected the ancestral dragon the most, and even set up sacrifices at home, and worshipped non-stop every day."

"Later, this person went to the Dragon Calling Festival in Shenjing, wanting to see the true body of the ancestral dragon with his own eyes."

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

"And then?"

The scribe couldn't help but ask.

"Then Ye Gong saw Zu Long and was scared to death on the spot."

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

The others were stunned when they heard this, and only when they had already gone away did they hear the outside of the words.

"Where's the outlander?"

The young man with the short hairpin was angry.

"Run away with a taunt, debate with me face to face if you have the ability, and make it clear!"

Everyone agreed, but the man in the same table as Hong Fan shook his head.

"That boy is talking about Jinhaikou."

He said.

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

At this moment, the restaurant finally fell silent.

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

The red flag does not need to be leashed, and follows behind the owner.

In the afternoon, the sun was scorching.

Hong Fan casually scanned the flow of people and found that almost eight of the adults were not wearing weapons.

It was at this moment that he suddenly realized that since entering the city, the indescribable discord in all aspects that he had not adapted to was the prosperity of Xijing that had not been warped for hundreds of years.

Gimhae is far away.

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

PS: The administrative system in this book is a deliberate mix and match - there are two Han generals, three provinces and six departments of the Sui and Tang dynasties, and titles and governors of the Ming and Qing dynasties - so that the comparison will not correspond to a specific dynasty.

In addition, organizations such as the Zhangwu Yuan, the Supervision Yuan, and the Instrument Supervision Institute are completely overhead.

Don't dig deeper, just have fun.

(End of chapter)