There is heaven above and Suzhou and Hangzhou below.

When Fang Zheng walked down the gangway, what he saw was the enchanting and tranquil scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Knowing the consequences of heavy industrialization, Fang Zheng considered various issues from the beginning of the planning. He did not want Chang'an to become a foggy city. Therefore, Fang Zheng placed heavy industries in relatively remote places. However, even so, smog can often be seen in Chang'an.

However, the situation in Suzhou and Hangzhou was much better, with beautiful scenery and fresh air. After walking down the gangway, he felt much more comfortable. Fang Zheng stretched comfortably and then came to the pier, where a carriage was already waiting.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Fang?"

Seeing Fang Zheng coming over, a servant quickly ran over to ask. In this era, due to the widespread use of steam power, telephone and telegraph communications have become the norm. At least in all parts of the country, telephones are no longer a rare item. There are also public telephone booths at intersections, and the various businesses generated by them are naturally diverse.

For example, the servant who came to pick up Fang Zheng was the one Fang Zheng had made an appointment with in advance over the phone - this finally made Fang Zheng find a little bit of the feeling of modern society.

"Yes, it's me."

Facing the visitor, Fang Zheng nodded, and the latter also quickly showed a warm smile.

"Please get in the car. The shopkeeper has been waiting for you for a long time. We have prepared a top-class room for you. Please come this way..."

As he spoke, the other party welcomed Fang Zheng into the carriage. Then the driver left the dock and drove forward along the street.

I still feel like I'm not used to it.

Sitting by the car window, looking at the brightly lit street outside, Fang Zheng also gave a helpless bitter smile. Perhaps because of the need to maintain tradition, most of the buildings in the palace have not been modified. Except for some relatively convenient installations, most of them remain the same. So when Fang Zheng was in the palace, he was able to maintain a little bit of the feeling of being in ancient society.

But once he was out of the palace gate, the weird and unconventional style of fantasy, technology and the supernatural that filled the streets blew Fang Zheng away to an unknown era.

But most places were still the same, which reminded Fang Zheng of the time when he met Lin Yueru, Bai Suzhen and Qing'er in the Fairy Sword world... But now it was obviously impossible. After all, there was no Jinshan Temple in this world, nor the bald Fahai.

Along the way, Fang Zheng also chatted casually with the driver who came to pick him up. After all, talking nonsense is the basic attribute of taxi drivers, and it has been like this since ancient times. This driver is no exception. Seeing that the customer is willing to chat with him, he naturally talks about everything without restraint. Of course, like all taxi drivers, he also likes to complain about the county government and the prefect here, saying that they sometimes do not do their job, and the content of his complaints is also some trivial matters.

For example, the drivers complained that they were charged a road maintenance fee every month. In fact, the money was not much, but the drivers thought that these fees were simply made up by officials to embezzle...

Fang Zheng naturally laughed at this. It was indeed the case in the eyes of these drivers, but in fact, road cleaning and maintenance in this era were much more troublesome than later times. After all, horses are living creatures, and cars are dead objects. The exhaust gas emitted by cars is invisible and intangible, but the feces excreted by horses everywhere is very troublesome.

Moreover, due to the expansion of the city and the strengthening of transportation, the problems here have become more and more prominent, so it is understandable to collect such a road maintenance fee. Otherwise, how can a city survive if there is horse manure everywhere?

Of course, it’s a different story from the driver’s perspective.

Besides that, the driver also told Fang Zheng some interesting stories, such as the one where the disciples of Huashan Sect and Hengshan Sect fought in the street for a woman, and both of them were tortured by the police. However, the woman they fought for fell into the arms of a rich second-generation young master nearby...

Well, this is the story Fang Zheng wants to hear. This is interesting.

After listening to the driver's chatter all the way, Fang Zheng arrived at the door of a "five-star" inn by the West Lake. When he got off the carriage, a waiter immediately came forward and asked him about his well-being.

"Welcome, sir. Would you like to go to your room to rest or have some tea? We have a storyteller telling the story of 'General Luo', and there will be a performance by a dance troupe from the Nanman tribe..."

"A dance troupe from the southern barbarians?"

Hearing this, Fang Zheng couldn't help but stop and looked at the waiter curiously, and the waiter nodded.

"Yes, this is the song and dance troupe that our boss personally invited from Nanman. Their performance is very interesting and has become the signature of our restaurant. If you want to enjoy it, we will arrange a good seat for you after dinner..."

"Well, I am somewhat interested in this Nanman dance troupe."

Fang Zheng thought for a moment and then made a decision. There were really not many entertainment programs in this world so far. No matter how awesome he was, he couldn't have come up with the technology of cathode ray tubes and film projection in this era. Therefore, in addition to listening to storytellers, the public of this era would enjoy singing and dancing performances from all over the world after dinner.

After all, the Red Mansion was closed and the gambling houses were investigated. For the people of that era, there was really no other entertainment.

"Sir, please follow me. Do you have any other requests?"

"It should be quiet, with good scenery and not too many people. Bring me a pot of tea and some snacks."

"Okay!"

Hearing Fang Zheng's words, the waiter hurriedly took him upstairs, and then turned the door to arrange a front-row window seat for Fang Zheng. From the comfortable table and chairs in this seat, it can be seen that this is definitely not a place that everyone can sit in. However, Fang Zheng was a guest who booked the "Presidential Suite" here, so the inn would of course give him some preferential treatment.

At this moment, on the stage in front, the storyteller standing in the center of the stage was also coming to the end of his story. Fang Zheng listened carefully and found that it was a story about a fictional general. In fact, this is not surprising. The imagination of the ancients was not much smaller than that of modern people. During the Qing Dynasty, someone wrote a steampunk novel, and even wrote that the Qing Dynasty went to colonize the moon and Jupiter...

Of course, it's already early in the morning.

The "General Luo" mentioned by this storyteller should be considered a fantasy story according to modern classification. It is about a man named Luo San who was born into a noble family, but was poor and looked down upon by his family. Later, he happened to meet a fairy and was mesmerized by her beauty and fell off a cliff. He accidentally took a natural treasure, and then naturally followed the pretentious and face-slapping routine of "Don't despise the poor young" and "It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge", and finally he ended up together with the fairy...

Wow, the whole plot is so ups and downs that it makes people unable to stop.

"...General Luo was shocked and angry when he heard his father's words. He shouted and was about to rush over to fight him to the death. However, at this moment, the door suddenly opened, and then a black shadow rushed in with a fragrant breeze and threw himself into General Luo's arms. General Luo took a closer look and couldn't help but tremble. The person who jumped into his arms at this moment was not someone else, but his childhood sweetheart, his sworn brother! What General Luo didn't expect was that his sworn brother would actually reveal a shocking secret at this moment!"

Having said this, the storyteller slammed the gavel hard.

"To know what will happen next, please listen to the next episode "The real wife sheds tears on the general's collar, and the fake tiger father reveals the love between mother and son"!"

"good!!!"

After listening to the storyteller's narration, the audience cheered and clapped loudly. Fang Zheng was also confused after listening to it - with such an ups and downs plot, you must have traveled from "Morality and Law".

Soon, the storyteller left the stage, and more and more audiences came. It was obvious that many people wanted to watch the performance of the so-called "Nanman Song and Dance Troupe".

Soon, a group of figures came over from the other side of the screen and began to prepare for the performance.

However, the moment these people appeared, Fang Zheng, who was leaning back in his chair like a salted fish, couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

There's something weird!

That’s right. The moment these people appeared, Fang Zheng immediately sensed a faint demonic aura. Moreover, it was not an ordinary demonic aura. As a time dragon, Fang Zheng could sense that this demonic aura was even mixed with a sense of vicissitudes that seemed to come from the ancient times…

What the hell is this?

Could it be that the wild beasts from ancient times have transformed into monsters?

So was it the Tyrannosaurus Rex? Or the Triceratops? Or maybe the Plesiosaur?

It can't be that the trilobite has become a spirit!

Fang Zheng knew that before he became the emperor, the history of this world was still very "scientific", and it was impossible for the stories in many fantasy novels to happen, where one wakes up and finds himself transformed into a Tyrannosaurus Rex, and then cultivates for 30,000 years. However, this evil aura does have a hint of the ancient times...

Hmm...this is very interesting.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng also became interested and sat back in his chair.

He wanted to see what tricks this so-called Southern Barbarian Song and Dance Troupe was playing.