Suddenly, a group of soldiers in official uniforms appeared, one hand on the sword at the waist, walking in an orderly manner on the street. The leather boots on their feet stepped on the ground, making a neat and orderly sound, and there was an inexplicable aura of murderousness.
Li Yansong immediately imagined the scene of the people taking a detour when they saw such a group of people.
He has been in the capital for so many years, and no matter whether it is the inner city or the outer city, the appearance of such a group of people will definitely arouse the vigilance and awe of the people.
But the three of them were immediately surprised to find that the passers-by around them were indifferent!
The officers and soldiers walked quickly and hurriedly, and soon passed by Li Yansong and others.
The three were stunned...They are just ordinary soldiers, when did they become so disciplined?
The people of Banshanfang seemed to be accustomed to this and didn't care. If it were in the past, they would have stayed away from it... but here there didn't seem to be anything unusual.
Li Yansong asked curiously, "This place is well-ordered. Could it be that we really went the wrong way?"
Zhang Dongxiang was anxious and quick to speak. He was very curious about this strange phenomenon. He took a big step and walked in, saying, "Who cares! There is such a market in the outer city. Let's go in and take a look first!"
The three of them began to walk in together.
It doesn't matter if you don't leave, the more you look at it, the more frightened you become.
There didn't seem to be any ruffians here, but there were many vendors selling their wares eagerly. There were more people than they had imagined.
Flags of various colors were put up, selling snacks, handicrafts, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea, and the sounds of shouting were constant.
But the amazing thing is that so many people can still maintain order, and there is not a single speck of garbage on the ground.
This should be due to the large number of officers and soldiers...But what are those old men with red cloth on their sleeves doing?
The same thought occurred to the three of them.
Afterwards, Zheng Qiao found a teahouse and sat down, then asked the waiter, "Waiter! Is this Ban Shan Fang?!"
When the waiter saw the three old men staring at him with curiosity, he was delighted: "Hey! Three masters, have you just come from somewhere else?"
"You guys are here to poop, right?"
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