Regardless of whether it was a misunderstanding or not, since he was here, he couldn’t make a wasted trip. Besides, Zhang Feng had nowhere else to go.

Soon, the coachman led Zhang Feng to the so-called Red Leaf City. Countless blond-haired and blue-eyed aliens secretly looked at Zhang Feng curiously.

Zhang Feng looked around and he swore that, apart from a few relatively tall pointed-roof buildings, this place was really similar to his impression of the rural area more than ten years ago.

The driver stopped the carriage on a street, trotted out, bent over and knelt at Zhang Feng's feet.

"What are you doing?"

Looking at the driver's actions, Zhang Feng was full of question marks.

"Sir, the carriage is a bit high. Please step on me to get down to prevent me from slipping."

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Zhang Feng suddenly felt a little regretful. Since he had come to another world, he should still respect other people's habits. It was a bit hasty.

Bia! Feeling the soft touch under his feet, Zhang Feng slowly lowered his head. A disgusting stench came, and the splashing yellow oil was very dazzling.

Cotton pointed at the two-story, gray wooden hotel and spoke respectfully to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng realized that he was mistaken for a nobleman. He wanted to explain, but seeing that others were wearing shabby and dirty clothes, with yellow faces, rough skin, and a bad smell, he looked at himself. Although the style of his clothes was a little different, they were obviously much more refined than their shabby linen clothes. In addition, he had a straight figure and a handsome face, which formed a sharp contrast with them. He realized that it was difficult to explain.

Zhang Feng reached out and pinched it. It was hard and rough, not like a real bread.

After he left, people in the market were talking about this and speculating about where this noble lord Zhang Feng came from. Some said he was the heir of an earl, some said he was the illegitimate son of a duke, and some even said he was the prince of the Buck Kingdom. There were many different opinions at the time.

Seeing that Zhang Feng did not slip, the driver breathed a sigh of relief. Instead, he was not surprised that Zhang Feng stepped on a pile of shit.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Can you show me around Red Leaf City?"

"Of course, this is Red Leaf City, one of the most prosperous cities in the Sunset Mountains, the territory of Baron Charles!"

Zhang Feng, who was already mentally prepared, automatically ignored the word "luxury".

Zhang Feng found a clean piece of ground and rubbed the soles of his shoes as clean as he could. He asked again, not giving up: "Are you sure we have arrived in Hongye City?"

The coachman had no idea what Zhang Feng was thinking. He looked very proud, as if he was Baron Charles.

Before hitchhiking, both parties introduced themselves, but his name was difficult to remember and Zhang Feng forgot it.

"Sir, my name is Cotton Peters, you can just call me Cotton."

Looking at the coachman with a fawning face, Zhang Feng felt a chill. He did not have the habit of such a noble lord. Then, at the coachman's exclamation, he jumped down with a whoosh.

"Go, go, go and play somewhere else. Don't offend the noble master. Watch out for your head!"

The cloth merchants looked at Zhang Feng with shining eyes. If they didn't know that Zhang Feng was a noble lord, they would have rushed over to him long ago. For no other reason than to simply touch the clothes on Zhang Feng. The rich colors and exquisite fabrics were something they had never seen before.

"Sir, this is rye bread, the food of us common people. It is incomparable to the white bread you eat. You may not know it very well."

The vendor on the street stall looked at the nobleman in front of him cautiously, and when he saw him put down the black bread, his eyes flashed with disappointment. But he didn't dare to say anything more, because it was obvious that his black bread was not pleasing to the nobleman.

In this age of food scarcity and low productivity, food is sometimes more popular than gold coins.

Zhang Feng pointed at something on a stall next to him and asked.

Unable to bear the looks from these people, Zhang Feng took Cotton and left quickly.

At this time, a group of young children in ragged clothes holding broken bowls quietly walked to Zhang Feng. Before Zhang Feng noticed, the sharp-eyed driver immediately stood in front of Zhang Feng. His face suddenly changed to an impatient look, and his bent waist straightened up and he waved his hand.

When they heard that this man with strange but exquisite clothes and clean and handsome appearance was a noble lord, everyone dispersed at once. Common people could not afford to offend noble lords. Once they did, they would really lose their heads!

If it was a weapon, Zhang Feng felt that he would be more likely to accept it. He wanted to ask what white bread was, but after thinking about it, he decided not to. His current persona was that of an aristocrat, so he shouldn't ask about such "common sense" that belonged to the aristocracy easily.

Cotton looked righteous on the surface, but his expectant look clearly betrayed him.

In terms of color and texture, they can't even compare to the cheap goods I own.

Zhang Feng handed it to Cotton, and before he could speak, Zhang Feng explained:

"Oh, it's bread..."

The driver was not impatient at all, but very happy. He waved to the crowd, and a young man who was thinner than him came over with some fear. The driver gave him some instructions, and the young man looked at the driver with some envy, but still obediently led the driver's carriage away.

Cotton was glad that he had heard from others on the way to trade that nobles did not eat black bread, but a kind of food called white bread. Although he had never eaten it or even seen white bread, it did not prevent it from becoming a tool for him to show off his knowledge.

"It's my great honor to help you!"

"Okay Cotton, what are these, decorations? Or weapons?"

Zhang Feng took a glance and was a little speechless. The Baron's guards were indeed "luxurious". There were almost ten of them! But he didn't care too much. Hunting was too far away and too dangerous for him. The most urgent thing was to arrange a place to live first.

Then--

"They are Baron Charles' personal guards! They are the most powerful and luxurious soldiers in Hongye City! The Baron is back! I heard that he went to hunt a brown bear as a gift for the Baroness, but... he didn't see the brown bear. It must be that the hunt failed, or he didn't find the brown bear..."

At this time, a hurried sound of horse hooves was heard in the distance. A knight dressed in fine armor and a mask, accompanied by several servants holding swords, escorted a carriage straight to the castle.

Now that we are here, it would be a good idea to learn more about Hongye City or Hongye Village, so Zhang Feng invited the coachman.

"Okay, that's all for today. Thank you for your help for so long. I don't have anything to give you..."

Passing by some stalls selling bread, Zhang Feng saw the fabrics in this world. Most of them were made of linen. What was sold here was coarse linen, and the styles were also very ordinary. The colors were black, white, and gray.

"Of course, it's my pleasure to be of service to you!"

There were more than ten black stick-like objects, about a foot long, with a rough surface and looked very hard.

"This is... well, biscuits from my hometown, a kind of food. One of these can probably keep you from being hungry for a day. Of course, it's not the kind you use for heavy work. I thought you might need this."

Looking at the carriage going away after splashing mud on the ground, Cotton explained to Zhang Feng with some excitement.

Red Leaf City——Red Leaf Village?

Cotton didn't know what biscuits meant, but he understood the word "food". Especially when he heard that such a small piece of biscuits could resist hunger for a day, Cotton's eyes lit up.

The most prosperous city in the Sunset Mountains—shit and urine all over the road? The stench is unbearable? Where are the tall city walls—a half-meter high earth slope? Where are the numerous shops—a gathering place for street vendors?

I can only pretend to be one temporarily.

Am I wrong, or is this world wrong? Zhang Feng covered his nose and began to doubt his life.

Zhang Feng reached into his backpack, fumbled around for a while, and took out a palm-sized bag of khaki items. As soon as he took it out, Cotton's nose moved. He smelled a faint milky fragrance!

Cotton carefully wrapped the exquisite compressed biscuit with a cloth. Although the faint fragrance of the biscuit made him salivate and even a little reluctant, he was not going to eat it. You know, this is the food of the noble lord! If he sold it to those cunning merchants in the city who like to show off, he might be able to exchange it for a property in Hongye City and let his wife and children become city residents!

Cotton said goodbye to Zhang Feng with some reluctance, not just because of the reward he received.

This was the best-tempered nobleman he had ever met. If the other party needed help, he would even help without any reward, because this was the first time in his life that he felt such a warm gaze from a nobleman. There was no discrimination, no arrogance, no superiority, and for a moment he even felt that the other party treated him as a fellow!

Of course, he knew that this was just his illusion. The nobles and the untouchables were two completely different races, but he liked the feeling of being treated as a human being!

Zhang Feng waved to Cotton and walked into the largest hotel in Hongye City.