Chapter 153 is still a side story, hahaha (crab with mutton flavor)
"Uncle, this is much better than Zhuge Liang's wooden ox and flowing horse." Fang Xing pointed at the beach buggy and introduced it to Su Shi.
"The CFMOTO Z10 combines powerful power, fun-to-drive handling, and excellent ergonomics. It can handle harsh terrain with ease and navigate complex road conditions, providing drivers with an unforgettable and exciting driving experience."
"Equipped with a 962.6cc V-twin engine, dual overhead camshafts, DOHC eight-valve electronic injection and water-cooled engine, it has an output of 57.5kW and can accelerate from 0 to 50 in just four seconds..."
"Young man, I know every word you say, but I don't understand a single word you say."
Fang Xing looked at Su Shi, who looked bewildered, and realized that he had been too excited to introduce so much to a person from the Northern Song Dynasty.
"Uncle, get in the car!"
"Practice makes perfect. I'll take you for a spin, and you'll know what excitement is. Try this push-back feeling first."
Fang Xing helped Su Shi to the passenger seat, fastened his seat belt, and then sat in the driver's seat from the other side.
Chun Xing and Xia Tao skillfully folded the rocking chair and placed it, along with the small bamboo basket, small stool and other items, in the storage cabinet at the back.
"Uncle, sit tight and hold on, we are about to leave."
Unlock with fingerprint, start with one button, and the engine roars pleasantly.
Releasing the brake and stepping on the accelerator to the bottom, Fang Xing controlled the vehicle with skillful movements, and the dune buggy rushed out like a flood and a beast, leaving the dust in the dust.
"ah--"
The sudden explosion of the beach buggy made Su Shi's heart beat violently, and the feeling of weightlessness spread throughout his body.
Due to inertia, a powerful force pressed Su Shi against the back of the chair. He could clearly feel the small bumps on the back of the chair pushing his back forward, which made him feel numb and tingling, and he couldn't help but scream.
After ten seconds, the acceleration ends and the pushing back feeling disappears.
Su Shi leaned back against the seat, the tingling sensation gone. A hint of loss washed over him. He thought of his youth, long gone, in Bianliang, its dazzling array of flowers, even the more sophisticated courtesans.
Fang Xing turned on the car's subwoofer, and the explosive DJ dance music floated above the beach car. On the central control screen, a young lady in a suspender skirt stood on the roof of the jeep and acted wildly without restraint.
"Ride my little camel and I'll take you to see the sun never sets. Put on my chalwa and I'll take you around my tribe."
Chun Xing and Xia Tao seemed like different people. They twisted their bodies to the music and shouted excitedly: "Ola-la, Ola-la, Ola-la, Ola-la..."
Su Shi stared at the screen, speechless with shock: "This - this - this -"
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Heading south, across the beach, a quarter of an hour later, a bluestone paved road appeared in front of us, leading directly to the distant Qionshan County.
Surrounded by new and novel things, Su Shi's eyes were already numb. Is this what Qiongzhou is like?
The beach buggy slowly stopped in front of a clothing store with the word "Mountain Stream" written on the plaque.
Fang Xing took Su Shi's hand and introduced, "Shanjian designs are mainly based on Song Dynasty styles. We also have a small number of Han, Jin, and Tang styles. They are gorgeous in style, exquisite in workmanship, and beautiful in patterns."
Su Shi, still in shock, looked at the dazzling array of clothes in the shop and asked, "Buy me some clothes?"
"It's our own shop. I'll get you two."
"Uncle, what do you think of this dress? It's a linen-colored, double-breasted, long-sleeved Tang suit. It suits your temperament very well."
Su Shi took the clothes and knew from the feel that they were high-end goods that he could not afford, so he subconsciously refused.
It would be fine to have some food, drinks, or ordinary clothes, but it was a bit unreasonable to accept such expensive luxury goods. I had only known the young man for less than half an hour.
Fang Xing noticed Su Shi's hesitation and quickly said, "Uncle, what you think is precious is just a drop in the bucket for me. It's far from enough to express my admiration for you. It's only natural for fans to spend some money on their idols!"
"Chun Xing, Xia Tao, you two take me to experience our one-stop service."
"Uncle, come with us."
Fang Xing was immersed in his mind, watching the system panel.
Happy Life System → Material Exchange Module → Mountain Stream
Shanjian: Top 5 Ancient Style Clothing Stores
Level: White Building Two Star
Cost: 2000 survival points
Restocking: 10 survival points/item
Environment: 1 survival point/day
Happy Life System → Material Exchange Module → Beach Car
Beach car: CFMOTO Z10UTV1000
Level: White vehicle one star
Cost: 100 Survival Points
Refueling: 10 survival points/time
Maintenance: 1 survival point/day
"Master, master, uncle is so handsome!" Chun Xing and Xia Tao's voices of praise came to my ears. It was obvious that they were already Su Shi's little fans.
Fang Xing opened his eyes and looked, and Su Shi at this moment was eye-catching.
The wind blows the fairy sleeves, making them flutter, like the dance of a feathered robe.
Walking on the white clouds to find the winged guest, carrying the bright moon with a staff to return to the immortal home.
He is tall, with a thin and vigorous appearance, an immortal-like air, a dashing and unrestrained manner, and a unique style. He exudes a sense of Confucian righteousness.
Su Shi was also very satisfied. As the saying goes, "clothes make the man, and saddles make the horse." After years of exile, he had hardly taken care of himself properly. So, he looked as strong and handsome as ever.
"Handsome, uncle is still full of charm!" Fang Xing gave Su Shi a thumbs up: "Let's go eat."
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