Entering Xuanhua City, Zhang Yan looked around in shock for a long time. He thought that the so-called "city" was just a town surrounded by earth walls. After all, Nanyuan Kingdom seemed to be suffering from border problems all the year round, so it shouldn't have much energy on construction.
Yes. But the facts taught him a lesson.
Who said we can't engage in internal construction because of constant border problems? If we say it's a big city, then it must be a big city. Who is playing tricks with you?
Although the city wall is not high, the city is extremely prosperous, which even gave Zhang Yan the illusion of returning to the ancient capital of China, Dayi.
There was an endless stream of hawkers and shops on the roadside, and shouts and shouts came and went. Pedestrians also crowded in an endless stream. Zhang Yan even heard no less than five different dialects intertwined, which perfectly explained what "hustle and bustle" means.
What Zhang Yan couldn't bear even more was the subtle but hard-to-ignore aroma floating in the air. It was like barbecue, roasted chicken, and the smell of chili. The most unbearable thing was that smell.
The smell of wine made Zhang Yan almost unable to contain the saliva in his mouth.
"We're here, little brother, I'm going to hand over the bus there. You can get off here. Yuhua Street in the north of the city is where I told you before that you can find entertainment. Food and accommodation are also available, but they are expensive. If you want a cheaper inn, just
Go to the east side of the city, and there are a lot of things in the market, so you can bring some specialties back home."
"Okay bro, thanks. By the way, bro, do you like to play with money?"
"Huh? How about this little brother?"
"Hey, brother, I think you should stop playing around with money in the past two months. I see that your eyebrows are dull, your appearance has faded, and your luck is lacking. Especially your wealth is stagnant and sluggish. If you play around with money, I'm afraid you will lose miserably.
. Don’t take it seriously!”
The driver's face fell instantly, he snorted, turned around and left without saying goodbye. He felt unhappy but did not dare to confront Zhang Yan. But he probably didn't listen to Zhang Yan's words.
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Shrugging his shoulders, Zhang Yan didn't say anything more after he jumped out of the car. Meeting is fate, Taoism emphasizes this. He also had a pleasant chat with the driver along the way. When he left, he gave a few words of advice on the art of fortune-telling to end the conversation.
It's just a matter of fate. As for whether the other party will listen or not, that's not something he can force.
Facial physiognomy was not something Zhang Yancai learned. He used to use it when he was running around in the world on earth. It is also a rare method passed down from Longhu Mountain that can still be effective after losing the support of spiritual energy. Although it cannot be said that predicting things is like the truth of God, but
It is not too difficult to hit seven out of ten times. Especially for ordinary people, it is not difficult to obtain the short-term fortune direction from their faces.
If it is a warrior, Zhang Yan tried it in the Yubei Mountain Fortress. The higher the warrior's cultivation level, the harder it is to judge the face. It requires him to work harder and even use spiritual energy to increase his brain power to calculate something, which is very laborious. Song Qinghe is said to have already
Zhang Yan has no way of counting the warriors who have reached the Aperture Realm. It is estimated that he will need to improve his own cultivation level before he can change.
Looking at the driver's back, Zhang Yan smiled. He didn't know if the other party would lose out during this period. Declining wealth is no joke. The best way is to keep your wealth intact and cope with the changes.
, if you want to go out of your way to make money, it can cover your capital.
After turning around, Zhang Yan tightened the baggage on his back with a smile, shrugged his nose, and went in the direction of the smell of wine. He had money, the money Lin Zedong gave him when he left, and he
The remaining salary after spending part of the fortress in the past two years as a gift to my family.
The restaurant with the strongest aroma of wine is a restaurant called "Xuanhua Winery". It's not small inside, and you can see at least twenty tables inside from the door, and most of them are already occupied.
"Master Jun, please come in. The shop has the best sauced game, as well as Xuanhua City's most famous "Three Brews", which will definitely satisfy you!"
The waiter in the shop was very enthusiastic. He bowed his head and greeted guests with a smile at the door, and even revealed Zhang Yan's identity.
"Oh? How did you know I was in the military?"
"Sir, look what you said, the boots you are wearing cannot be bought anywhere else, they are only available in the military. Moreover, Xuanhua is next to Yubei Mountain. With these boots, you can not only protect the family, but also protect the family."
He is the military commander of the country. Haha." As he said this, he actually took Zhang Yan into the store while holding it in his hands.
As soon as you enter the door, the aroma inside becomes even stronger. It's not just the wine, but also the aroma of meat and vegetables. This is rare in the military.
It’s not that there’s no meat in the army, there is meat, and it’s not eaten once every ten days and a half. Basically, you can see meat every two or three days. However, it’s just “meat”. A big pot,
Just put the vegetables, rice, meat, and soup together and cook them. You can't rely on the taste. Even if it smells like shit, you have to hold your nose and wolf it down in your mouth.
Can't eat? At least in Yubei Mountain Fortress, Zhang Yan has never seen anyone complaining that he can't eat the food. He often curses the cook's eighteenth generation ancestors and complains that the food in the rice bowl is too little and not enough to eat.
"Choose a few of your store's specialty dishes, just enough for me to eat alone. If you want to drink, I'll start with half a catty. If it tastes good, I'll add more." Zhang Yan was led by the waiter to sit at a small table in the corner of the store.
In front of him, this place was obviously prepared for a solitary guest like him. But he didn't mind. Sitting inside, he could just see most of the situation in the lobby. The bustle was different from that of Yubei Mountain, and it was also different from the rest of the world.
There's a difference in the excitement.
"Okay! Just wait a moment, it will be served to you soon!"
Looking at the waiter trotting away, Zhang Yan wondered if the store paid the waiter a salary based on the number of customers. Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to imagine that an errand boy could have such enthusiasm for work.
Soon, two meat dishes, one vegetable dish and one soup arrived on Zhang Yan’s table. Each portion was generous in size, both in appearance and smell. I don’t know if it was because of eating too much military rice.
Anyway, Zhang Yan has quite an appetite at this time.
First, we had a delicious meal, followed by the "San Yong Shao" that was served to us.
"ha......"
Breathing out the smell of alcohol, Zhang Yan couldn't help but feel a flush on his face. This wine was much stronger than he expected, maybe 50 degrees?! And it was worthy of the word "burning", and it spread from the throat to the stomach in one gulp.
It was as if there was a fire stirring inside, and it was warm, with a unique aftertaste of strong liquor.
“Nice wine!”
It’s just that this time I asked for half a catty. Zhang Yan miscalculated a little. According to his measurement, he could only drink four taels of wine of this strength. If it was half a catty, he would probably walk crookedly. So he had to slow down and thought about what he would do if he drank.
If not finished, take it away.
It was the chatting of people at the table next to him that aroused Zhang Yan's interest.
"Did you hear about the fire in the suburbs the day before yesterday?"
"Isn't that right? It is said that more than ten people were burned to death, all of whom were working in the cloth workshop. Gee, that's terrible. After the fire was extinguished, it was like black charcoal, and no one could recognize it. In the end, I guess
Many of them can only be thrown into mass graves.”