Along the way to Laishun, I deliberately paid attention to the shops on the roadside, hoping to find a way to make a fortune. However, apart from being dazzled by the sight of them, I gained nothing else.

Because the inventions and creations that often appear in time-travel novels have long been commonplace on this street.

Taizu Xia really didn’t leave any way for future generations to survive!

Just as he was sighing like this, the carriage turned into a side street. The street was bustling with people, and a few soldiers in uniform could be seen in the shadows.

He San slowed down the speed of the car and turned around to say hello: "Master Biao, Sifangguan Street is here!"

This Sifang Pavilion is an institution under the jurisdiction of Honglu Temple and is responsible for providing food, clothing, housing and transportation for foreign envoys. Over time, many businessmen from various countries gathered here.

However, Xue Pan poked his head out with a confused look on his face. When he saw that the water was blocked in front of him, he cursed unhappily: "These cheap guys like to join in the fun. Let them get away quickly and don't stop me from watching the Western view!"

"

Haha~

He had the nerve to say that others liked to join in the fun.

He San was obedient. He drove to a nearby place, swung the whip around, and shouted loudly: "Mother Dute, get out of the way, don't block the way of my young master!"

This voice made many people look back, but only a few were actually willing to give way.

Gein is usually a luxurious person these days. How can he not go out without being cheered by others?

Just this carriage and two followers are not much better than the shabby settlement in Nancheng, but they still have the nerve to drive people away with a loud voice?

"Damn it!"

Seeing this scene, He San cursed and was about to show the sign of Rongguo Mansion. He caught sight of Lai Shun next to him from the corner of his eye and immediately changed his mind: "Lai Shun, Master Biao has already given the order. Why don't you hurry down?"

open circuit!"

This guy!

It was obviously his first envoy's fault, but now he still holds a grudge.

Laishun cursed and got out of the carriage slowly. However, he had no intention of chasing people away. He actually squatted on the carriage shaft all the way. His whole body ached from the morning jolt and he wanted to get down to the ground to stretch his muscles.

While stretching his limbs, his eyes fell on the wheels. They were obviously equipped with rubber tires. Why was it still so bumpy when driving?

Taking a closer look, Laishun really noticed something fishy.

He stepped forward suspiciously, pinched the tire hard, and found that it was indeed a solid tire as he had guessed.

It shouldn’t be!

Evolving from solid tires to pneumatic tires may require a burst of inspiration for others, but for travelers, it is a simple matter.

Since we have already developed rubber tires, why not just do it in one step?

"Lai Shun, Lai Shun, why are you so hysterical? Get these idle people away quickly, don't keep Mr. Biao waiting!"

At this time, He San saw that he had not moved yet and instead looked up and down around the wheel, and couldn't help but urge him.

Laishun had no choice but to suppress his doubts for the time being. He looked up at the crowds of people in front of him. He pondered for a moment and suddenly asked He San: "There is a man named Sun Shaozong, do you still remember him?"

"You mean Sun Er?"

He San was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "He and Sun Da often came to our house to play in the autumn breeze. He has been familiar with us since he was a child."

Speaking of this, He San couldn't help but become suspicious: "Why are you mentioning him so politely? He was in the high school martial arts competition last year and filled the vacancy of the Dragon Guard, so he is no longer the same as us."

As an official in the Dragon Imperial Guard, and as a person known to the original owner, it can’t be wrong!

When Laishun thought of this, he couldn't help but glance at He San. This guy had been asking himself before if he hadn't read the newspaper. Now that he thought about it, he was probably the one who hadn't read it, at least he hadn't read it carefully.

Pass.

"What are you talking about?!"

At this time, the car curtain was raised, and Xue Pan stuck his head out with an impatient face, and scolded He San: "You are a bitch, why don't you hurry up and drive the car over!"

"Young Master Biao, it's not me..."

"Young Master Cousin."

He San was about to put the blame on Lai Shun, but Lai Shun was the first to say: "Even if you drive away these idle people watching the fun, there are still officers and soldiers guarding the front - if you really want to see that Western view, I have one

idea."

With Xue Pan's most impatient temperament, if He San had said this, he would have interrupted him halfway.

But because of what he had done before, he forced himself to listen and finish the story, and then he urgently urged: "If you have any bad ideas, just tell me immediately, don't play charades with me!"

As he spoke, he held on to the carport, stood on the shaft, and stretched his neck to look inside.

"Excuse me, young master, please wait here. I have to prepare some things first."

Laishun said, after checking the direction, he walked towards the corner of the street.

About a quarter of an hour later, I saw him coming back in a hurry.

Xue Pan was impatient to the extreme and jumped out of the car angrily. He was about to yell at Lai Shun when he suddenly found that Lai Shun was holding a pile of incense candles and paper money in his arms.

"What are you doing?"

In shock, Xue Pan forgot to get angry, but frowned and said: "You are not worried about bad luck!"

"This is what I came up with."

Laishun said seriously: "Sit tight in the car and let's see how I open the way."

When Xue Pan returned to the car with hesitation, he walked around to the front of the horse, took a deep breath, and shouted: "I heard that the imperial court was going to expel the Wuxi people. My young master came here to express condolences to the soul of his friend. I also invite all the elders.

Folks, give in!"

The sensation caused by this sound was naturally far greater than that of He San.

Seeing countless people looking back, Laishun held up the paper money and incense candles in his arms and shouted: "My young master's friend was one of the envoys sent by the imperial court to the Qianxiang Kingdom and was killed by Wuxi Yangyi! Why don't you return?

Please make it convenient for us, fellow citizens, so that we can pay our respects to the heroes who died for our country!"

The originally noisy street suddenly became much quieter.

Immediately afterwards, the heads of people moved, and soon a passage appeared.

Laishun strode forward, followed closely by He San. After passing through the sea of ​​people, he saw two cordons posted in front of an exotic building, one outside and one inside.

The police cordon outside was filled with policemen armed with swords and guns, with the purpose of intimidating the onlookers.

The cordon in the inner circle is composed of dragon guards armed with live ammunition, mainly for monitoring the interior of the building.

Seeing Laishun approaching with paper money, incense and candles, leading a carriage, the government officials were a little at a loss.

Just as the leader was about to step forward to inquire, Laishun already raised his voice again and shouted: "My young master is the young cousin of the Rongguo Mansion, and he has come specifically to express his condolences to his good friend Sun Shaozong, Captain Sun!"

Before he finished speaking, He Sanxian exclaimed: "What? Sun Er is dead?!"

Fortunately, his voice was not loud. Although several government officials heard him, the dragon guards in the inner circle only heard Lai Shun's shouting.

Then there was a commotion in the inner circle. Not long after, an officer with a blue copper tassel badge came out of the crowd, raised his hands towards the car and asked: "But is the eldest son of Ziweishe's family?"

Xue Pan jumped out of the car, returned the salute rudely, and said arrogantly: "It's Xue!"

As he said that, he stretched his neck and looked inside again.

This guy is really...

Although Lai Shun himself was not a gentleman, he was still speechless at the rude behavior of Xue Pan.

For fear that the officer would be suspicious, he hurriedly added another conversation: "Sir, my son and Captain Sun are close friends. I heard that the imperial court was going to expel the Wuxi people, so I came here to express my condolences to Captain Sun's spirit in heaven."

As he said that, he pointed to the door of the building and said, "We won't go in either. We'll just pray outside and burn some paper money for Captain Sun."

The officer had actually noticed something strange, but he had just checked the 'code' and knew that the person coming was indeed the young master of Rongguo Mansion.

As far as he knew, this was Taiwei Wang's nephew.

Therefore, after a slight hesitation, the officer said with emotion: "Both Captain Sun and I are in the army. Since Mr. Xue is here to pay homage to him, so what if my Korean gang has some relationship?!"

This Korean gang deliberately used names because they wanted to sell Xue Pan's personal favor.

But Xue Pan's mind was filled with thoughts of old ladies and Western scenes, so he didn't bother to pay close attention to what he said. He heard that he meant letting go, so he hurriedly rushed in.

The officer had no choice but to follow and clear the way for him.

A group of four people arrived in front of the tavern door. Laishun placed paper money, incense and candles on the ground, and asked the officer for a piece of fire.

He was about to call Xue Pan to show off, but when he looked up, he found that this guy was staring at a woman in a dress on the balcony on the second floor with saliva on his face.

Lai Shun also glanced at her, but she was just a middle-aged person. Aunt Xue alone could throw her several blocks away.

What can barely be called a distinctive feature is the blond hair and blue eyes.

Alas~

I have never seen the world!

Laishun lighted the incense candle in a boring way, drew a circle with a gap on the ground, then rubbed out a stack of paper money and led it away, muttering something in his mouth: "Brother Sun, just accept these paper money. If you meet me in the underworld,

Come to Shun, don’t forget to share some with him.”

Since Sun Er was an acquaintance of the 'original owner' and he died serving his country, it was appropriate to express condolences.

While I was talking in my mind, a few chirping birds suddenly came to my ears, but Laishun understood most of them.

"what are they doing?"

"Maybe some kind of witchcraft?"

"These ignorant Easterners! I'm afraid only war can make them realize the reality!"

Laishun followed the reputation, but saw a few more Wuxi foreigners on the balcony. They probably thought that the Xia people could not understand their mother tongue, and they did not hide their arrogant and arrogant remarks.

"Is there really going to be a war? Isn't it too hasty? After all, Xia Kingdom is not comparable to Qianxiang and Zhenla."

"What? Do you think that the brave and fearless imperial army will be defeated by the Xia people's C-guns?"

"Haha, these Xia people are so ridiculous. They always eat with their mouths. Only humble Easterners would think of eating with their butts!"

What G-gut gun?

What mouth and butt?

Laishun was confused at first, but later he secretly observed the muskets carried by the Dragon Guard soldiers, and then he suddenly understood.

Emotions they are talking about the way to load bullets.

The muskets used by the Xia Kingdom were rear-loading, but the muskets of the Wuxi people were obviously still primitive front-loading types.

This is not surprising. After Xia Taizu made so many "inventions", he would naturally not forget to improve weapons and equipment, so it is natural that Xia Guo's firearms are ahead of other countries.

But the Wuxi people used muzzle-loading guns, but instead made fun of Xia Guo's breech-loading guns. This was a bit funny.

However, they were still condescending and complacent, and even wished they could declare war on Xia Kingdom immediately.

The enemies of Xia State must all be this kind of people.

Then wouldn’t I, Daxia...

[Everyone, this grandson is not the other grandson. Don’t forget that as soon as "Detective" starts, the real Sun Shaozong has already died in Qianxiang Kingdom.
Chapter completed!