Jia Zhengjin put on the ancient costume brought from World B. Although it is slightly different from here, the difference is not too big.
Pushing a homemade one-wheeled cart with a long wooden table and a few benches tied to the left and right sides of the cart, Gululu walked toward the Yejun city.
When they arrived near the city gate, they saw a long line of people entering and exiting the city, and countless soldiers wearing yellow scarves were checking them one by one.
Following the team to the city gate entrance, a Yellow Turban soldier stopped him and carefully looked at the tables and chairs on the car: "What is this?"
Jia Zhengjinxin said, “Don’t you even recognize tables and chairs?”
Immediately he smiled and replied: "Just some tables and chairs!"
The Yellow Turban soldier who stopped him turned to look at his companions with question marks on his face.
Several yellow scarf soldiers guarding the gate looked at each other, as if no one understood.
"What's the use of this thing?" The Yellow Turban soldier who stopped him poked a bench in the car with a long gun.
"Stool, for sitting!" Jia Zhengjin thought for a moment, took off the stool and put it on the ground, then sat on it, "Stool!"
Several yellow turban soldiers were even more confused, and they chatted for a while but could not come up with any results.
Isn't there a stool at this time? Jia Zhengjin was confused. After thinking about it carefully, a TV clip about the Three Kingdoms vaguely appeared in his memory. Although it was very vague and he couldn't even recall the specific one, it seemed that the characters in it were sitting on their knees?
Ah, yes! During this period, people basically sat on their knees, so straw mats were more popular. I didn’t hear about any stools. No wonder these soldiers looked confused.
After some discussion, the Yellow Turban soldiers simply ignored the stools for the time being and pointed their spears at the long table on the car: "What is this?"
"Table!" Jia Zhengjin replied.
The Yellow Turban soldiers looked confused again, gathering around and whispering.
Could it be that they don’t even know the table?
No! There must be a table!
Jia Zhengjin thought for a while, untied a table and placed it on the ground, then sat on a stool and made a gesture of eating: "Table!"
"Ah~" Finally one of the Yellow Turban Soldiers reacted, "Food table!"
"Food table?" When Jia Zhengjin heard this word for the first time, he thought it should mean table, so he nodded, "Yes, it is the food table!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk~" Several yellow scarf soldiers looked at these wooden tables and benches with regretful expressions, probably thinking that the workmanship was too poor.
"Enter the city!" He looked carefully at Jia Zhengjin's face before letting him enter the city.
"Thank you!" Jia Zhengjin tied the table and chairs back and slowly pushed the cart into the city.
This ancient city is quite prosperous inside, with people coming and going on the streets, and of course there are also a large number of gold troops.
"Heaven is dead!"
"Heaven is dead!!"
"Huang Tian is standing!"
"Huang Tian is standing up!!"
"You are as old as Jiazi!"
"You are still here!!"
"Good luck to the world!"
"Good luck to the world..."
From time to time on the roadside, I see people with yellow scarves on their heads gathering people together and leading them to shout slogans like a pyramid scheme brainwashing them.
And most of the people did not hesitate to shout along, and the scene was particularly fanatical.
After walking around for a while, Jia Zhengjin almost thought he had entered a cult base.
The Yellow Turban Uprising should have started now, right?
But it seems that everything is peaceful here in the county. The Eastern Han Dynasty government hasn't started sending troops to conquer the Yellow Turban Army yet?
In other words, the chaos in the world has not yet begun?
With doubts, Jia Zhengjin found a corner of the market, took down the tables and chairs, and sat on the roadside to look around.
There are vendors all around, buying cakes, selling rice, selling cloth, buying swords, and even people selling people in the distance.
That’s right, it’s selling people!
A few skinny and skinny adults, holding little children who also had no visible flesh in their arms, stared at the passers-by and weakly tried to sell the children with bewildered expressions on their faces.
In addition to selling children, there were also some selling women, each with a hungry look on their face, and the yellow turban soldiers passing by turned a blind eye to them.
Jia Zhengjin was just a little surprised by this, but immediately changed his attention.
At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, people were in dire straits, and this situation existed everywhere. Otherwise, the largest religious peasant uprising in history would not have occurred.
The surrounding vendors were all shouting and soliciting business. Jia Zhengjin seemed a little out of place inside. From beginning to end, he just sat on the side and observed the surroundings.
Because of this, there are no customers at all.
Of course, the tables and chairs he made were not in line with this era, and people couldn't figure out what they were for, which was also a relatively important reason.
After sitting there for most of the day with no one paying attention, when I saw the sun starting to set towards the west, I got up and cleared the tables and chairs.
"Hey!" When he was cleaning up, the big cake seller next to him couldn't help but asked, "What are you selling?"
"What?" Jia Zhengjin looked back at him but didn't hear clearly.
"What are you selling?" the pie seller asked again.
The characteristic of Furla, the goddess of knowledge, is to turn the other party's words into vernacular that Jia Zhengjin can understand, that is, what are you selling?
Jia Zhengjin's answer was also translated into something the other party could understand: "I've been sitting here for a long time, haven't you noticed? This stool is for sitting on, and the table is for eating."
The big cake seller suddenly realized it, and made a tut-tsk sound like the yellow scarf soldiers guarding the door. He looked at the wooden tables and chairs with a very regretful look. He probably thought that Jia Zhengjin couldn't even make a food table, so why did he build a "stool"? It was too weird.
He said: "With all due respect, this thing is useless! Jiang Chan's food table in the west of the city is exquisitely made, and it can only be sold a few times a day."
He raised a finger, which meant that selling a food table would be pretty good.
"Really?" Jia Zhengjin didn't care. It's normal for him to be unclear when he's new here!
"My little brother is very nervous, are you not from the county?"
"I come from the mountains and enter the city for the first time." Jia Zhengjin replied.
"Oh, country folk?"
"Exactly!"
"My surname is Fang and my name is Dabao. Where is my little brother?"
"Jia Chong!" Jia Zhengjin gave a false name.
"Brother Jia, you don't look like a mountain villager with your thin skin and tender flesh, but you look like a rich man!" Fang Dabao said with a smile.
"Really?" Jia Zhengjin did find that the faces of the people in the city were all withered and yellow, and most of them were skinny and bones. Young people with thin skin and tender flesh like himself were particularly conspicuous. If a big cake seller felt the same way, then I guess there would have been a lot of people sitting here for a day.
People pay attention to themselves.
It's better to leave the city quickly and return to the temporary base first!
He quickly put the tables and chairs on the cart and tied them up. Without talking to the pie seller, he pushed the cart toward the city gate.
Before leaving the market, a group of yellow scarf soldiers appeared in front of them. The leader rode a yellow-maned horse and held a steel knife in his hand, blocking the way.
Immediately afterwards, the Yellow Turban Army quickly surrounded Jia Zhengjin.
"General," Jia Zhengjin quickly pretended to be confused, "Why are you stopping me?"
"Hmph! I ordered someone to observe you for a long time. You don't look like a merchant. You look sneaky. You must be a mastermind of the imperial court! Come and capture him!"
"Whoa!" Soldier Huang pointed all his spears at Jia Zhengjin.
