Chapter 205 City Wall

Guan Shan returned home and quickly packed his luggage.

His home is very simple, with only three cabins and no kitchen.

Because he had no family, Sikou worked early and late, and had no meals, so he always ate in the dining hall of Sikou's compound.

Naturally, there is no need to use the kitchen.

But in the main room, there were only a few large characters written by himself.

"One hundred and sixteen years"!

The handwriting is also ugly, but he will write these words carefully on the first day of every year.

From "one hundred and twenty years" to "one hundred and sixteen years", he also went from twenty-eight to thirty-three years old.

He is reminding himself how long he has in the rest of his life to become number one in the world!

Soon, he closed the door inside the house. He locked the door and left the city with his luggage on his back.

He was very familiar with Jicheng. He smiled and greeted those Sikou along the way, and left Jicheng from the west.

Jicheng to the west is the wharf, and there is a railway track connecting the wharf to the steel plant on the north side of Jicheng.

There is a hand-cranked rail car on the railway track, and the iron ore and coal unloaded from the dock are pulled behind it.

Many jokes were made about this track.

For example, after the track was built, first people came to watch during the day, and then people came to steal it at night.

After all, some people find it difficult to understand why someone would put such good iron and steel underground just to pave the way.

How much does it cost for such a good piece of iron?

The second thing is that the things pulled by hand carts were not that many at first, and they were not even as large as those pulled by donkey carts. It is also very easy to break. Ordinary people cannot shake such a heavy car. Only warriors can do it.

What a waste of time and money!

However, as the hand-cranked cart became more and more perfect, now the hand-cranked cart can transport thousands of tons of goods several times a day when rocked by a Qihai warrior, which greatly improved the efficiency of the steelmaking plant.

Dean Shi still felt that the efficiency was too low. He said that the hand truck was not meant for hauling goods, and that a single trip by train would take several thousand tons.

As for what is a train? Guan Shan asked. Dean Shi just sighed and said nothing.

Seeing the transport hand truck pulling a load of ore slowly towards the steelmaking plant, Guan Shan continued to set off towards Yuzhou.

The Zhou Tian warrior is very fast. He runs in a straight line, crossing mountains and rivers. He can run hundreds of miles a day.

It is indeed a designated tool for real warriors to transport letters.

By the time it was getting dark, he had crossed most of the map of Jingzhou and arrived at Xincheng, where Jingzhou and Yuzhou meet.

He decided to find a place to rest so that he could reach Luoyang tomorrow night.

Xincheng is also an old city with quite a history. When Guan Shan arrived, the city gate had not yet been closed.

Guan Shan paid a few coins and entered the city smoothly.

Some cities in Kyushu collect city fees, while others do not. Everything depends on the wishes of the city lord.

As soon as he entered Xincheng, Guan Shan frowned.

Because all he saw were sallow and thin people with slightly numb expressions. No matter in terms of appearance or spirit, he is far from the people in Jicheng.

But... this is the real world, and the Luoyang in his memory seems to be like this.

After staying in Jicheng for several years, Guan Shan came to Xincheng and remembered the real situation in the world.

Only then did he feel that Jicheng was really different from Jianghu.

Guan Shan observed Xincheng carefully. Those who showed off their power on the streets were all warriors, powerful men and their lackeys.

Those bullies and gangsters threatened and extorted ordinary people, while they bowed their heads to warriors and powerful people.

I was used to these situations before and didn't find them surprising.

This is the case within Kyushu.

This has been true since childhood.

Why do I feel different when I come here from Jicheng?

He needs to think carefully.

There are still beggars on the street turning their eyes at the people entering the city to see if they can steal or rob.

A beggar cannot get money by begging.

A man like Guan Shan, who deliberately concealed his warrior aura and carried a package, looked deep in thought while walking, which made several beggars shine.

Although Guan Shan's image is shaggy, slovenly, and bearded, he doesn't look like a rich man. But the skin is rosy and delicate, not like a poor girl.

Coupled with the bulging package on the back, could it be some down-and-out young man?

Several beggars immediately moved forward to surround Guanshan. They said to the left, "Well done, sir. I haven't eaten for a few days." and to the right, "You must be pitiful, sir. Please give me some reward!"

There was also a beggar who took the opportunity to go around and try to grab Guan Shan's package, but was caught by Guan Shan.

"You...sir, spare your life, please spare your life!" The beggar saw Guan Shan's skillful grasp, and he encountered a tough problem.

Guan Shan sneered. He originally wanted to say, "You charlatans want to show off in front of me," but suddenly he felt that the beggar's hand was like a chicken claw, and it was very similar to the hand holding Danla and Mir behind his back.

All skin and bones.

"Master, have mercy on me! Master, have mercy on me!" The captured beggar begged for mercy again and again: "Master, please have mercy on me! Have mercy on me!"

Several other beggars saw that Guan Shan did not take action immediately, and knew that there was still a chance of improvement, so they quickly begged for mercy.

"Uncle, we haven't eaten for several days, we have no choice but to do it!"

"Uncle, let us go. We won't dare to do it next time!"

"Since you haven't eaten for a few days, I'll treat you to dinner!" Guan Shan said suddenly as he looked at the beggars.

"Ah?" The beggars didn't know who Guan Shan came from.

"Uncle, I really know I was wrong..." He thought Guanshan was thinking of some way to torture him.

Guanshan just dragged him along, walked for a long time, came to a shop selling steamed buns, and bought him a big bag of meat buns.

"Is it enough!" Guanshan said.

The beggar nodded blankly and said, "Enough, enough!"

"Not enough! Not enough! It's only enough for you, not enough for others!" So Guanshan bought another bag and said, "That's enough, you can go!"

"Ah?" The beggar didn't know what Guanshan meant, and said hesitantly, "Uncle, then I... leave!"

"You can go!"

The beggar walked seven or eight steps with the buns in his arms, and said again, "Uncle, I'm really leaving!"

Guanshan walked towards the inn, and didn't pay any attention to him, didn't reply, and didn't ask him not to steal next time.

He knew that the beggar would steal again next time, because this was not their problem, but Xincheng's problem, and also the problem of the underworld.

There were no beggars, bullies, dignitaries, and messy gangs in Jicheng.

Guan Shan didn't know what the point of buying them buns was, but he just wanted to do it!

He looked at the city wall of Xincheng and suddenly thought of it.

The city wall can't stop the top warriors, so why do we have city walls?

Why does every city have a city wall?

Inside the wall and outside the wall.