Chapter 193 Poor physical condition? !

The river gradually narrowed, and the boat awning passed by the plum branches on the shore. The hardworking old lady was spreading the plum embryos on the star sand sieve to dry, and the wrinkles were embedded with years of plum stains.

The five-colored city walls become clearer in the sunset: coral red, bluestone white, star sand gold, crystal purple, and shell green. Each petal is the work of a different ethnic group.

The girl selling plum-pit lanterns was packing up her stall. The star sand in the plum pits glowed faintly, merging with the fishing lights in the distance.

As dusk dyed the boat's sail red, the sound of oars gradually died down.

The wooden house was getting closer and closer. Tang Jia and Mi Zhizhi finally put down their laptops and went ashore.

Old man Simingen was the last one to get off the boat, and he did not forget to bow and thank the boatman.

"Thank you for your help, boatman!"

The boatman returned the greeting and said, "Boss, you are so polite!"

That polite look was also a scene, which was recorded by Tang Jia in his own brain.

The boatman glanced at Tang Jia, then looked at old man Simingen, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said: "It's late at night and the dew is heavy, boss, please pay attention to safety!"

Old man Simingen seemed to understand something and nodded heavily. Then he led his family of eight towards the hotel.

The boatman watched the group walk for a long way, and finally gritted his teeth and followed them.

But it was too late, Xu San's group had already surrounded them.

To the boatman's surprise, the group of guests who had not bargained and had even raised the price proactively did not panic at all. Instead, they quickly formed a circle and surrounded the two little kids and the middle-aged woman who had been clapping.

The amiable old man still had a smile on his face and said in a friendly tone, "What are you guys doing?"

Xu San laughed heartily and said, "It's already this hour, and the old man is still showing off his knowledge!"

Feng Er even said directly: "Robbery, do you understand?"

Old Master Simingen asked doubtfully, "Robbery on the street, aren't you afraid of the Special Incident Investigation Department?"

Xu San and Feng Er smiled at each other and said, "That also requires the Special Incident Investigation Section to produce evidence, right?"

Old Master Simingen suddenly realized, "Oh! This is a blind spot for surveillance!"

Ms. Sun Nianhan smiled.

Tang Jia's fingers also began to move.

The next second, each of the dozen or so "robbers" who surrounded them "received" a potion.

For a moment, screams and groans were heard everywhere.

The little girl who had also been taking pictures along the way checked the conditions of Xu San's group one by one, and occasionally chatted with the middle-aged woman who threw the medicine.

The way he looked at Xu San and the others was no different from the way he looked at the small animals in the laboratory.

What was even more terrifying was that the girl glanced in his direction and curled the corners of her mouth.

Although she said nothing and did nothing, and lowered her head to continue her busy work, the boatman couldn't help but feel a chill on his back, and cold sweat flowed down his face involuntarily.

The tolerance of those in a higher position does not provide a source of provocation for those in a lower position.

Otherwise, your fate will be the same as that of Xu San, Feng Er and their group.

The boatman quietly evacuated the scene and only breathed a sigh of relief when he returned to the wooden house.

I thought Xu San, Feng Er and their group were probably not going to survive, but who knew that the boatman actually met them in the clinic.

Although he was listless and half-dead, Qing was waiting for the doctor's treatment, but he did have body temperature, shadows, and was still alive.

The boatman, who had been worried all night, finally felt relieved.

With the help of the boatman, everyone soon knew about Xu San's group. With the lessons learned, everyone unconsciously became much more polite to Tang Jia's family.

After Feng Youlan came back, with her help, Tang Jia and Ms. Mi Zhizhi got to know many "Meicheng natives".

He lived a leisurely life, learning how to make plum-core lanterns from the antler girl Lu Youyou; learning how to dye cloth from Qian Huanyu, the mother of the Feather Clan; learning how to make plum jam, salted plums, and candied plums from Zeng Am, the grandmother of the Human Clan; and painting and sketching by the river in Meicheng.

Tang Jia also entered the development period of artistic creation. He could produce three sketches a day and a masterpiece every three days, which made Ms. Mi Zhizhi very happy.

The majestic Nineteen Peaks of Meishan, the winding Meicheng River, the bustling market, the mixed-race girl selling lanterns, the boatman rowing a boat... all come alive on paper, nourishing Tang Jia's artistic bloodline and making her works increasingly mature.

Therefore, when Tang Jia threw down his paintbrush and sat on the rowboat with his teammates to discuss the competition schedule, the boatman who had lived on the water for most of his life forgot to row for the first time.

Mei Lixin reacted immediately, picked up a spare pole nearby and thrust it into the river. He used his brute strength to steady the rowboat. He turned to look at Tang Jia and asked, "What did you do to scare the boatman like this?"

Tang Jia shrugged and spread his hands.

"What can I, a weakling who only knows how to draw and make potions, do?"

The boatman came to his senses and opened his mouth in disbelief after hearing this.

After beating up Xu San's group, he still wants to participate in the Interstellar High School Championship... a weakling?!

The boatman was so shocked that he accidentally muttered what was on his mind.

Tang Jia's face couldn't help but twitch, while his teammates laughed out loud without any hesitation.

"Jia Jia, don't ever call you a weakling again. The boatman won't recognize you!"

"You are a weakling, how can I, your defeated opponent, survive?"

"Yes, yes, yes! We don't admit it either!"

“…”

Seeing that no one's attention was on him, the boatman breathed a sigh of relief, scratched his head and continued rowing.

Amid the sounds of oars and lights, the laughter of a group of people spread far and wide, all the way to... the large ship Y docked nearby.

“It’s great to be young!”

The middle-aged man sighed softly.

The adjutant beside him chuckled upon hearing this and said, "Your Highness is now in the prime of life, there is no need to envy others."

Hai Zhengze shook his head and looked silently into the distance.

There, it seemed as if there were some old friends, replaying some past events, enticing him to come to Meicheng year after year.

"Kitten!"

The soft and familiar voice woke Hai Zhengze and forced him to lift the curtain and look outside.

In the dim light of the plum-core lanterns and the fishing lights, a familiar yet unfamiliar face, wearing that familiar white dress, softly called...someone else's name.

The girl who was laughing just now turned around when she heard the sound and let out a happy "Ah".

Without waiting for the rowboat to reach the shore, he rushed over impatiently, put his arm around her, and chattered something.

She smiled and listened, just as she had done many years ago.

Hai Zhengze looked at it greedily, not even willing to blink.

The adjutant followed his gaze and was instantly startled. He quickly opened his computer and looked for something.

In an instant, the adjutant's computer was filled with all kinds of information, all of which were related to the woman in white.

Mizhizhi, these three words filled the adjutant's computer screen.

Occasionally, there are nouns such as Tang Chengjia, Tang Jia, Youlan Hotel, etc.

The adjutant quickly summarized the information, formed a document as soon as possible, and sent it to Hai Zhengze's computer.