Chapter 26 Pier

Getting closer and closer.

Fang Zhixing soon saw the Xiaoqinghe market town clearly, with houses everywhere and bluestone roads.

Those houses were not earthen walls or thatched houses.

Instead, they were built with a combination of stone and wood, with carved beams and painted rafters, exuding an antique and elegant charm.

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

"This is the market town, not bad!"

The dog raised his head and stretched his nose, smelling the faint smell of barbecue and spices in the air, and couldn't help but lift his tail, wagging it back and forth, fascinated.

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

"Dreaming of 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 leave their homes and live like ants, and there is grief everywhere."

He sighed seriously: "Alas, how do you say that? When the country prospers, the people suffer; when the country perishes, the people suffer."

"Humph, the people are nothing!"

Fang Zhixing curled his lips in disdain, and said with a blank expression. Expression: "I tell you, no matter whether it is a prosperous or chaotic world, people at the bottom will always be miserable, poor and helpless.

But similarly, no matter whether it is a prosperous or chaotic world, there are always people who have overwhelming power and wealth, who can turn the tide and enjoy endless pleasures."

He looked at the most prosperous place in the market town, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Since there are frozen dead bones on the road, there are also rich people who enjoy wine and meat! Our goal is to be the rich people who enjoy wine and meat."

After hearing this, Xigou was speechless for a while.

Fang Zhixing is an extremely realistic person, with stable emotions and not so much sentimentality.

Crowds of people poured into the town.

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

The area in the east is isolated by a high wall. The buildings behind the wall are quite magnificent and spectacular, far better than the other three areas. At a glance, it is clear that the area is a gathering area for the rich.

The refugees kept on walking, swarming in and crossing the street.

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

Although it is called Xiaoqing River, it is not small at all. The width of the river is 40 to 50 meters.

There is a dock on the river bank.

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

In addition, there are three large ships.

Each boat hangs a lantern, swaying in the wind, illuminating the river surface.

Night has already fallen, but there are still many workers loading and unloading, busy.

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

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

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

"To the outside!"

The owner of the Water Buffalo Village replied: "Xiaoqinghe Town is actually just a transition point. Starting from here, you can leave the Funiu Mountains and go outside by boat in half a day."

"Yes!"

The head of the Little Cow Village 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 City."

The head of the Black Cow Village agreed with him and sighed: "I heard that people in the county town are drunk and drunk every night, and never starve or freeze. These refugees can survive even if they just pick up some leftovers."

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

The head of the Water Buffalo Village said: "There is a homestay in the town. The place is relatively large and the fee is low. Every time we come to the market town to sell goods, we stay there."

The three elderly elders led the way.

Soon, the group arrived at a low courtyard.

Fang Zhixing looked around and saw that there was no plaque or memorial archway at the door. It was 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 smiled and said, "How is business recently? House prices haven't risen, right?"

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

The owner of the buffalo village understood and smiled, "It doesn't matter. 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 soon as Fang Zhixing walked to the door, he was hit by a pungent smell of feces and farts, which made him frown tightly.

The room was very large, larger than a basketball court, but there was no bed.

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, old and young.

They were either lying down to sleep or sitting on the floor.

In the corner, a baby was crying loudly, 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 owner of the Buffalo Village did not make any complaints and nodded, "It's okay, we can just squeeze in."

The group of people entered one after another.

Fang Zhixing did not move, but turned his head and asked the boss, "Do you have a single room here?"

The boss couldn't help but get excited and said: "Yes, yes, but the price is a bit expensive. It costs forty-five yuan to stay a night!"

Fang Zhixing responded: "Bring me a cleaner room."

"Okay, okay, please come this way."

The boss was overjoyed and instantly became extremely enthusiastic, nodding and bowing to lead the way.

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

Fang Zhixing took a look inside the room. It was not a big place and there was only one bed with pillows and quilts.

"Sir, are you satisfied? If not, I'll give you another room, but the style is pretty much the same. It's not much better or worse."

The boss rubbed his hands and smiled apologetically.

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

The boss nodded and said: "Of course, but there is a charge for firewood. A bundle of firewood costs a fortune, and water is free."

Only then will you know that nothing is impossible.

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

The night passed quickly.

In the early morning of the next day, Fang Zhixing, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a noise.

He stood up and opened the door and saw that it was still bright and foggy outside.

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

Three elderly people were among them, each leaving in a convoy.

Fang Zhixing yawned, lay down on the bed and continued to sleep for a while. He slept until it was completely bright before getting up.

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