Full level ruthless person

Chapter 26 The Dock
Get closer and closer.

Fang Zhixing quickly saw clearly the Xiaoqinghe market town, with houses everywhere and roads paved with bluestones.

Those houses are not mud walls or thatched houses.

Instead, the building is a combination of stone and wood, with carved beams and painted beams, exuding an antique and elegant charm.

The contrast between the town and the village is sharp, like two worlds, completely different.

"This is a market town, it's not bad!"

The thin dog raised its head, stretched its nose, and smelled the faint smell of barbecue and spices floating in the air. It couldn't help but raise its tail and wag it back and forth, fascinated.

Fang Zhixing nodded secretly and said through a message: "Xigou, take a look at those high-rise buildings with glazed tiles. Doesn't it feel like you're dreaming back to the Tang Dynasty?"

"Dream back to Datang?"

Xigou disagreed and complained: "It's a pity that it's the late Tang Dynasty. The mountains and rivers are broken, the people are living in troubled times, they have left their hometowns, their lives are like ants, and mourning is everywhere."

He sighed solemnly: "Hey, how do you say that? When things prosper, the people suffer; when they die, the people suffer."

"Humph, the common people are nothing!"

Fang Zhixing curled his lips with great disdain and said expressionlessly: "Let me tell you, no matter it is a prosperous or troubled time, the people at the bottom will always be miserable, impoverished and helpless.

But equally, no matter in prosperous times or troubled times, there are always people who have mastered the overwhelming power and wealth, turning their hands into clouds and rain, and enjoying boundless enjoyment. "

He looked at the most prosperous place in the market town and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Since the road is frozen to death, there will be a wealthy family that smells of wine and meat! Our goal is to be a wealthy family that smells of wine and meat."

After hearing this, Xigou was speechless for a moment.

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

People poured into the town.

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

The area on the east side is isolated by a high wall. The buildings behind the wall are quite gorgeous and spectacular, far better than the other three areas. You can tell at a glance that this area is a gathering place for the rich.

Refugees poured in without stopping and crossed the street.

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

Although the name is Xiaoqing River, it is actually not small at all, with a width of 50 to [-] meters.

There is a pier on the river bank.

In the surging river, many awning boats and bamboo boats gathered, arranged closely and next to each other.

In addition, there are three large ships.

Each boat is hung with lanterns, swaying in the wind, making the river surface sparkle.

Night has long fallen, but there are still many workers loading and unloading goods, and it is very busy.

"Quickly, let's go to the dock!"

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

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

"go outside!"

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

"Yes!"

The head of Xiaoniu Village nodded repeatedly, "These refugees have no way to survive in the Funiu Mountains. They have no choice but to leave. Beyond the mountains, there are fertile lands, wealthy towns, and Qinghe County. "

The head of Heiniu Village was convinced and sighed: "I heard that the people in the county and town play music and live happily every night, and never go hungry or cold. These refugees ran over, even if they just picked up some leftovers, I can survive.”

Fang Zhi knew it, nodded and said: "You don't have to leave the market town, right? Where will you stay tonight?"

The owner of the buffalo village continued: "There is a B&B in the town. It is a relatively large place and the fees are low. Every time we come to the market town to sell goods, we stay there."

Three elderly people led the way.

Not long after, the group arrived at a low compound.

Fang Zhixing took a look and saw that there was no plaque hanging at the door, and no archway was erected. There was no way this place was an inn. "welcome."

A middle-aged couple came out with smiles on their faces.

"Boss, lady boss."

The owner of Buffalo Village smiled and said hello, "How is business lately? Housing prices haven't gone up, right?"

The boss spread his hands and said with a smile: "Well, life is getting more and more difficult. The house prices are still the same and have not increased, but the food expenses are..."

The owner of the buffalo village understood and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, we brought our own dry food."

The boss said continuously: "Okay, okay, please come inside."

The group entered the gate, crossed the yard, and entered a large room.

As soon as Fang Zhixing walked to the door, the pungent smell of feces and urine hit his face, making him frown tightly.

The room was very spacious, bigger than a basketball court, but there was no bed.

The ground is covered with a layer of straw.

At this moment, there were hundreds of people in the house, mostly unkempt refugees, including men, women, old and young.

They either lie down and sleep, or sit on the ground.

In the corner, a baby was crying loudly, and a woman had to turn her back to the wall, unbutton her clothes and breastfeed.

The boss smiled and said: "Please, please, there is definitely enough room for you to stay."

The owner of the buffalo village was not picky and nodded: "It doesn't matter, we can just squeeze it together."

A group of people filed in.

Fang Zhixing didn't move, so he turned his head and asked the boss: "Is there 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 45 yuan to stay a night!"

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

"Okay, this way please."

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 there is nothing you can't do.

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?"

(End of this chapter)