Chapter 203 Wild WaysFeng Qingquan sat in the carriage, preparing to leave the city for the next city in Yangzhou.
His goal was to go all the way south, then take a boat north from Nanhai Hai City, and finally return to the north of Yizhou, to the human and demon family.
This journey through the martial arts world is finally complete.
It has been several years since I started wandering around the world.
As for why he didn't return to Yizhou from the inland, it was because his carriage was too cool in Yizhou.
What legend of the "flying carriage under the moonlight"? When he arrived in Yangzhou, he could actually hear the legend about himself in Yizhou. It was really outrageous.
The carriage suddenly stopped and he heard a noise in front of him, so he stuck his head out and saw a dozen people arguing in front of a small building.
"Why? Why did you rob our ancestral home? Why did you do that?"
"Yes! When we came back from fleeing, we had no home left!"
"Our Liu family's hundreds of years of foundation in Jicheng is gone just like that!"
In front of the small building, there was a man in blue and white clothes. He looked at them calmly and said, "The land of Jicheng and even Yangzhou belongs to the Jianghu Reform Committee. Don't force it yet. Each of you has a debt to our committee."
"What account?" someone asked.
"It's what you did in Jicheng in the past." The man in blue and white clothes said calmly, "You don't think that after a few years, no one will remember what you did before? Take it away!"
He waved his hand and a dozen people wearing the same clothes as him came out. They ignored the resistance of these people and took them away directly.
After these people were taken away, the only sounds left on the street were discussions.
"Master Ma, these people are so domineering!" Feng Qingquan and the others were almost dispersed, so he sat in the driver's seat of the carriage and said.
That's right. You occupy someone else's house and then say you have a debt to settle with them.
Isn't this just sucking the marrow out of the bones?
"Indeed! The martial arts world isn't like that. Whoever has the bigger fist is right!" Shou Ma shook his head and said, "Don't mess around with chivalry. There are many real warriors in Jicheng! Grandpa may not protect you!"
"I understand! Master Ma." Feng Qingquan said.
"Oh! No wonder others always blame Yangzhou. Blame Yangzhou. Yangzhou is indeed very strange. There are too many real warriors here." said Shouma.
"Indeed! In other places, there is only one real warrior in a city, and at most two." Feng Qingquan has traveled around Kyushu and naturally understands that real warriors are not common people and can be found everywhere.
But there are too many real warriors in Jicheng. He only has Qihai cultivation and cannot sense real warriors, but the great demon Ma Ye can sense that real warriors often fly to Jicheng.
Three? Five?
Who knows?
"But the wine from Jicheng is pretty good! It's worth your effort that you bought me a box to drink on the road!" said the skinny horse with a snort.
A real box, packed in a metal box.
"Jicheng is really strange. He actually thought of using iron to make a wine box, and it's round!" Feng Qingquan looked back and saw a round iron barrel in the carriage. He wondered, "Shouldn't it be square?"
"Who knows!"
The two of them were chatting about nothing when they suddenly saw a man in front of them stopping them with a dung bag in his hand.
"Hey, stop for a moment~" the man waved.
"What's the matter?" Feng Qingquan thought he was hitchhiking, so he stopped.
"Hey, little brother! My surname is Cao, nice to meet you!" the man bowed.
"Brother Cao, nice to meet you!" Feng Qingquan also bowed. "Little brother, this is your first time in Yangzhou." Brother Cao said.
"Hmm?" Feng Qingquan didn't understand what Brother Cao meant, so he said, "Brother Cao, please speak frankly."
"Hey... little brother, in Yangzhou, the horses, donkeys and camels pulling carts are not allowed to urinate or defecate anywhere. You need a dung bag." Brother Cao raised the dung bag in his hand and said, "We are destined to be together, so why not give me two hundred coins!"
"..."
Feng Qingquan didn't know what expression he had.
So you stopped me just to sell a dung bag.
The dung bag is hung on the horse's butt to prevent the dung pulled by the horse from falling to the ground.
Animals like horses eat a lot, so they naturally excrete a lot, especially when they run, they excrete feces, which is really normal.
Therefore, the job of a horseman is usually done by a servant, because when driving, you have to face the horse's buttocks.
But the skinny horse is a big monster, so it naturally won't run and pull shit like ordinary animals.
Skinny horses in particular love to drink alcohol and eat meat, and they don't eat much grass.
"Little brother, this dung bag of mine is made of fine steel and woven with fine grass. It is durable. Two hundred coins is definitely not a loss! If your horse urinates and defecates anywhere and is seen by the Sikou, the fine will be more than these two hundred coins!" Brother Cao said repeatedly when he saw Feng Qingquan in deep thought.
Feng Qingquan looked at the dung bag. There was a bag woven under the arc-shaped iron hoop. As long as the iron hoop was tied to the carriage and the bag was pointed at the horse's butt, the horse manure would fall into the dung bag.
Simple, practical and inexpensive!
But he doesn't need it!
But he was in a playful mood and said to the skinny horse: "Master Ma, let me give you one?"
"Damn it!" The skinny horse's curse exploded in Feng Qingquan's mind.
This thing looks like an adult diaper. How can you let a big monster like him carry this?
Isn't that hilarious?
"Little brother, how about a...?" Brother Cao didn't hear what Shouma said, he looked at Feng Qingquan and said.
"Well...it seems possible..." Feng Qingquan said pretentiously.
But before he could finish, he saw the skinny horse turned around in a flexible posture and bit him!
If this bite gets through, his arm will probably be gone!
"Ouch! Little brother, your horse has gone crazy!" Brother Cao was also frightened by the ferocious look of the skinny horse.
He looked at the horse with its mane crooked and its thin ribs visible. Its black and red fur was also dirty. He never expected that the horse would suddenly bite its owner.
"Master Ma! Master Ma! I was just kidding!" Feng Qingquan begged for mercy: "I'll wash your car for you, I'll wash your car for you!"
"Wax! Wax!"
When Brother Cao saw this young man suddenly begging for mercy from the horse, he felt that there might be something wrong with this man, or that this horse was so psychic that it could actually understand human language.
He originally thought that this deal was hopeless, but suddenly when he heard the word "waxing", his eyes lit up.
After finally calming the skinny horse, Feng Qingquan said to Brother Cao apologetically, "I'm sorry, Brother Cao, we don't need the dung bag."
Then, he saw Brother Cao take out a large box of car wax from his arms, and heard Brother Cao say: "Little brother, I not only sell dung bags, I also sell car wax! This is the authentic product of Jicheng Wax Factory, guaranteed to be genuine!"
"..."
Car wax is so expensive, why did you take out such a big box?
A dung bag was only two hundred coins just now. How many dung bags would it take for such a big box of car wax!
Feng Qingquan feels that the people in Jicheng are so wild!
(End of this chapter)
