Chapter 26 Pier

Getting closer and closer.

Fang Zhixing quickly saw the Xiaoqinghe town, which was full of houses and had bluestone roads.

Those houses are neither mud walls nor thatched houses.

Instead, the building is made of a combination of stone and wood, with carved beams and painted buildings, exuding an antique and elegant charm.

The town and the village are in sharp contrast, like two completely different worlds.

"This is the market town, not bad!"

The thin dog raised its head and stretched out its nose, smelling the faint aroma of barbecue and spices in the air. It couldn't help but lift its tail and wag it back and forth, fascinated.

Fang Zhixing nodded secretly and said in a voice transmission: "Xiaogou, take a look at those tall buildings with glazed tiles. Don't they feel like you are dreaming of the Tang Dynasty?"

"Dreaming of returning to the Tang Dynasty?"

Xigou disagreed and complained: "It's a pity that it's the late Tang Dynasty. The mountains and rivers are broken, and the people are born in troubled times. They have to leave their homes and their lives are like ants. There is grief everywhere."

He sighed solemnly, "Alas, what's the saying? When a country prospers, the people suffer; when a country perishes, the people suffer."

"Humph, the people are nothing!"

Fang Zhixing curled his lips in disdain and said expressionlessly: "I tell you, no matter whether it is a prosperous or chaotic era, people at the bottom of society will always be miserable, poor and helpless.

But in the same way, no matter whether it is a prosperous or chaotic era, there are always people who have enormous power and wealth, who can make clouds and rain with a flip of their hands and enjoy endless pleasures. "

He looked towards the most prosperous part of the town, his eyes narrowed slightly, "As long as there are dead bodies freezing to death on the road, there are also wealthy families enjoying wine and meat! Our goal is to become that wealthy family enjoying wine and meat."

After hearing this, Xigou was speechless for a moment.

Fang Zhixing is an extremely realistic person, emotionally stable and not very sentimental.

Crowds of people poured into the town.

Looking around, two intersecting "diagonal cross" avenues divide the entire town into four irregular areas.

The area on the east side is separated by a high wall. The buildings behind the wall are quite magnificent and spectacular, far better than the other three areas. It is obvious at a glance that the place is where rich people gather.

The refugees kept pouring in and made their way across the street.

Just at the end of the street, there is a big river, which is Xiaoqing River.

Although it is called Xiaoqing River, it is actually not small at all. The width of the river is about forty to fifty meters.

There is a pier built on the river bank.

In the surging river, there are many black-sailed boats and bamboo boats, which are closely arranged and next to each other.

In addition, there are three large ships.

Every boat was hung with lanterns, swaying in the wind, illuminating the rippling river surface.

Night had already fallen, but there were still many workers busy loading and unloading goods.

"Hurry, let's go to the dock!"

Most of the refugees rushed to the dock, with hope in their eyes.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where do they want to go by boat?"

"Go outside!"

The head of the Shuiniu Village replied, "Xiaoqinghe Town is actually just a transition point. From here, you can take a boat for half a day and leave the Funiu Mountains and go outside."

"yes!"

Village Chief Xiaoniu nodded repeatedly. "These refugees have no way to survive in the Funiu Mountains. They have no choice but to leave. Outside the mountains, there are fertile lands, wealthy towns, and Qinghe County."

Village Chief Hei Niu agreed with this and sighed, "I heard that people in the county town revel every night, living a life of luxury and never go hungry or cold. If these refugees run over there, even if they only pick up some leftovers, they can still survive."

Fang Zhixing understood and nodded, "You don't have to leave the town, right? Where are you staying tonight?"

The head of the Buffalo Village said, "There is a homestay in the town. It's quite large and charges low fees. Every time we come to the market town to sell goods, we stay there."

Three elderly men led the way.

Soon, the group arrived at a low courtyard.

Fang Zhixing took a look and saw that there was no plaque hanging at the door or any memorial archway erected. It was completely impossible to tell that this place was an inn.

"Welcome, welcome."

A middle-aged couple came out with smiles on their faces.

"Boss, boss lady."

The owner of the Buffalo Village greeted him with a smile, "How's business lately? House prices haven't gone up, have they?"

The boss spread his hands and smiled, "Alas, life is getting harder and harder. The housing prices are still the same and have not increased, but the food expenses are..."

The head of the Buffalo Village understood and said with a smile: "It's okay, we brought our own dry food."

The boss said, "Okay, okay, please come in."

The group entered the gate, crossed the yard, and entered a large house.

As Fang Zhixing walked to the door, a pungent smell of feces, urine and fart suddenly hit him in the face, making him frown.

The space inside the house is very large, larger than a basketball court, but there is no bed.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The ground was covered with straw.

At this moment, there were hundreds of people in the house, most of them were refugees with dishevelled hair and dirty faces, men, women, young and old.

They either lay down to sleep or sat on the ground.

In the corner, a baby's loud crying could be heard, and a woman had to turn her back to the wall and unbutton her clothes to breastfeed.

The boss smiled and said, "Please, please, there is definitely enough room for you to stay."

The head of the Buffalo Village did not complain and nodded, "It's okay, we can just squeeze in."

A group of people came in one after another.

Fang Zhixing didn't move, but turned his head to ask the boss: "Do you have a single room here?"

The boss couldn't help but cheer up and said, "Yes, there is, but the price is a bit expensive, forty-five dollars a night!"

Fang Zhixing responded: "Give me a cleaner one."

"Okay, okay, this way please."

The boss's brows lit up and he instantly became extremely enthusiastic, nodding and bowing as he led the way.

After a while, he took Fang Zhixing into a separate guest room.

Fang Zhixing looked inside the room. It was not a big place with only a bed with pillows and bedding.

"Sir, are you satisfied? If not, I can change it for you. However, the styles are similar. They are not much better, nor are they much worse."

The boss rubbed his hands and smiled apologetically.

Fang Zhixing nodded and asked, "Can I use your kitchen to cook?"

The boss nodded and said, "Of course, but firewood is charged. A bundle of firewood costs a lot of money. Water is free."

Only then will you know that there is nothing wrong with doing it.

Then he went to the kitchen, made a fire, cooked a meal, fed the donkey, and then went back to his room to sleep.

The night passed quickly.

Early the next morning, Fang Zhixing was awakened from his deep sleep by a loud noise.

He got up and opened the door, only to see that it was still daylight outside and foggy.

There were many refugees walking around in the yard, leaving the inn one after another.

Three elderly men were also among them, and they left with their convoys.

Fang Zhixing yawned, lay back on the bed and continued to sleep for a while, and did not get up until it was completely light.

Xigou jumped onto the bed, squatted in front of Fang Zhixing, and asked, "What are your plans for the next step?"

(End of this chapter)