No matter whether it is a misunderstanding or not, it is not enough to come here, so you can't go there in vain. Besides, Zhang Feng has no place to go.

Soon, the coachman led Zhang Feng to this so-called Red Leaf City, and countless blond and blue-eyed people from other world looked at Zhang Feng curiously.

Zhang Feng observed it and swore that except for a few relatively tall steeple buildings, this is really similar to the rural areas he had imagined more than ten years ago.

The coachman parked the carriage on a street, got out of the car, bent down and knelt at Zhang Feng's feet.

"You're this?"

Looking at the coachman's actions, Zhang Feng looked question marks.

"Sir, the carriage is a bit taller. Please step on me to prevent slipping."

Looking at the coachman with a flattering look on his face, Zhang Feng felt chills. He didn't have the habit of a noble master. Then he jumped down with a whoosh amid the coachman's scream.

Then--

Biya!

Feeling the soft touch under his feet, Zhang Feng slowly lowered his head, and a disgusting odor came, and the splashing yellow Oli was very dazzling.

Zhang Feng suddenly felt a little regretful. Since he had come to another world, he still had to respect other people's habits, which was a bit hasty.

Seeing that Zhang Feng did not slip, the coachman felt relieved, but instead was a little surprised that Zhang Feng stepped on Yituoxiang.

Zhang Feng found a clean floor and tried his best to clean the soles of his shoes, while asking again without giving up:

"Are you sure we have arrived in Hongye City?"

The most prosperous city in the Sunset Mountains - the road is full of shit and urine? The stench is unbearable?

What about the tall city wall - a half-meter-high earth slope?

Where are the shops in a row - the gathering place for street stalls?

Red Leaf City-Red Leaf Village?

Am I wrong, or is this world wrong?

Zhang Feng covered his nose and began to doubt his life.

"Of course, this is the territory of Baron Charles, one of the most prosperous cities in the Sunset Mountains!"

The coachman didn't know what Zhang Feng was thinking, and he looked proud, as if he was Baron Charles.

At this time, a group of ragged and not old children walked quietly to Zhang Feng with a broken bowl. Before Zhang Feng could notice, the sharp-eyed coachman immediately blocked in front of Zhang Feng, and his face suddenly changed to an impatient look. His bent waist also straightened, and he waved his hand.

"Go and go, play while playing, don't hit the noble master, be careful!"

When I heard that this man who was dressed strangely but delicately, clean and handsome was a noble man, everyone suddenly scattered. The noble man and the civilians couldn't afford to offend him. Once he got involved, he would really lose his head!

Only then did Zhang Feng realize that he was regarded as a noble master. He wanted to explain, but seeing that others were wearing shabby and dirty clothes, their faces were yellow, their skin was rough, and their body emitted an unpleasant smell. He looked at himself. Although the styles of the clothes were a little different, they were obviously much more refined than their shabby clothes. In addition, his figure was straight and his face was as beautiful as a jade, which formed a sharp contrast with them. He understood that it was a bit difficult to explain.

I can only pretend to be a temporary one.

"Can you take me to learn about Hongye City?"

Since we are here, it is always right to learn more about Hongye City or Hongye Village. Zhang Feng sent an invitation to the coachman.

"Of course, it's my honor to serve you!"

The coachman was not impatient at all, but was very happy. He waved to the crowd watching. A young man who was thinner than him walked over with some fear. The coachman explained a few words. The young man looked at the coachman with a little envious expression, but he still took the coachman's carriage away obediently.

"By the way, what's your name?"

Both parties introduced themselves before hitchhiking, but his name was hard to remember and Zhang Feng forgot.

"My name is Curton Peters, just call me Curton."

"Okay Curton, what are these, ornaments? Or weapons?"

Zhang Feng pointed to the thing on a stall next to him and asked.

They were more than a dozen black stick-like items, about one foot long, with a rough surface and a very hard look.

"Sir, this is rye bread, it is our civilian food, and it is incomparable to the white bread you eat, and you may not know much."

Curton was glad that he had heard from others on the road to trade that aristocrats did not eat black bread, but ate a food called white bread. Although he had never eaten it or even seen white bread, it did not prevent it from becoming a tool for showing off his knowledge.

"Oh, it turned out to be bread..."

Zhang Feng reached out and pinched it. It was hard and rough, not like a serious bread.

If this is a weapon, Zhang Feng felt that he was more likely to accept it. He wanted to ask what white bread was again, but after thinking about it, he would just forget it. His current personality is a noble. Don’t ask about this kind of "common sense" that belongs to a noble.

The vendor on the street stall looked carefully at the noble master in front of him. When he saw him put down the black bread, his eyes flashed with disappointment. But he didn't dare to talk too much. It was obvious that his black bread could not get into the noble master's eyes.

In fact, not everyone can afford black bread, especially his pure bread without added wood chips, which is 20% more expensive than the market price. This is his attempt, but now it seems that no one is willing to spend more than 20% of the money, even if it tastes better.

After skipping some stalls selling bread, Zhang Feng saw that most of the fabrics in this world are mainly linen cloth. The ones sold here are coarse and the styles are also very ordinary, with three colors: black, white and gray.

Whether it is color or texture, it is not even comparable to the street stalls on your body.

The merchants selling fabrics looked at Zhang Feng with their eyes shining brightly. If they hadn't known that Zhang Feng was a noble master, they would have rushed over long ago. They just wanted to touch Zhang Feng's clothes. The plump colors and exquisite fabrics were something they had never seen before.

Unable to stand the eyes of these people, Zhang Feng and Cotton quickly left immediately.

After he left, people in the market were talking about where Zhang Feng came from. Some people said that he was the heir of an earl, some people said that he was the illegitimate son of a certain duke, and some people said that he was the prince of the Buck Kingdom. There were many different opinions for a while.

"Sir, this is the largest and most luxurious hotel in Hongye City. As a nobleman, you can enjoy meticulous care in it! They can meet any of your requirements!"

Curton pointed to the two-story wooden hotel with a grayish color and said respectfully to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng, who had already prepared something, automatically ignored the word "luxury".

At this time, a hurried sound of horse hooves came from a distance. A knight in fine armor and masked with a few attendants holding swords escorted a carriage to the castle.

"It's Baron Charles' personal guard! It's the most powerful and luxurious soldier in Red Leaf City! The Baron is back! I heard that he went to hunt a brown bear as a gift for the Baroness, but... I didn't see the brown bear. It should be that the hunt failed, or the brown bear was not found..."

Looking at the carriage that was splashing all over the mud, Curton explained to Zhang Feng with some excitement.

Zhang Feng glanced at him and felt speechless. The Baron's personal guard was indeed "luxury", and there were almost ten people!

But he didn't care too much. Hunting is too far away and too dangerous for him. It is important to arrange your residence first.

"Okay, that's all for today. Thank you for your help for so long. I have nothing to give to you..."

“It is a great honor to be able to help you!”

Curton looked righteous on the surface, but his little look of expectation obviously betrayed him.

Zhang Feng reached into his backpack, groped for a while, and took out a bag of yellowish items the size of a palm. As soon as he took it out, the tip of Curton's nose moved. He smelled a faint scent of milk!

Zhang Feng handed it to Curton, and before he could speak, Zhang Feng explained:

"This is from my hometown... Well, biscuits, a kind of food. This piece can probably resist hunger for a day, and of course it is the kind that doesn't do much heavy work. I think you may need this."

Curton didn't know what the cookies mean, but he understood the food, especially when he heard that such a small piece of cookies could withstand a day of hunger, Curton's eyes shone.

In this era of food scarcity and low productivity, food is sometimes more popular than gold coins.

Curton carefully wrapped the exquisite compressed biscuit in cloth. Although the faint fragrance in the biscuit made him salivate and he could not stop, he was not ready to eat it. You must know that this is the food of the noble master!

If it is sold to those cunning businessmen in the city who like to show off, they may be able to get a property in Hongye City, so that his wife and children can become city owners!

Curton said goodbye to Zhang Feng a little reluctantly, not just because he received the reward.

This is the best-tempered noble master he has met. He can even help if the other party needs it, because this is the first time he has felt such a warm gaze in a nobleman since he has lived for so long. There is no discrimination, no arrogance, no superiority, and for a moment he even feels that the other party regards himself as a kind of person!

Of course, he knew that this was just his illusion. The nobles and the untouchables are two completely different races, but he liked the feeling of being regarded as human!
Chapter completed!