"Hey, these people dressed up really weird!" Wen Fei said. In addition to those dressed in coarse cloth clothes, some people actually dressed like clothes made of ethnic minorities and sheepskin. Half of their hair was shaved, and they hung down with braids. There were often some weird decorations hanging at the end of the whip, such as wolf teeth.

"Maybe these are non-mainstream ancestors!" Wen Fei complained secretly. He saw many people shaved their foreheads, but they had a tuft of hair, and their sides were spread apart. He was tall and big. When he saw Wen Fei, he immediately glared at his eyes as big as a light bulb and glared back.

As Wen Fei said, this market is really a small country market. It is not a fixed market town with shops, but a grass store where the people from the 15th day of the lunar month gather together to buy and sell. This kind of thing may still be preserved in later generations. The younger otaku is like Wen Fei, and he can only imagine it in TV and text.

Those who pinch sugar and those who make grass are all insignificant things that cannot attract Wen Fei's attention at all. However, some things attracted Wen Fei's attention, and even made his Adam's apple roll up and down, swallowing his saliva.

The most popular thing in this place is not other things, but sheep sellers. People everywhere, leading sheep to sell. He looked elsewhere and immediately found good things.

"It's actually eggs, or native eggs!" Nowadays, eating eggs has become a luxury. At first, some good-bred eggs or artificial eggs fed from feed are delicious. Now a bird flows are even better than Korean waves, and there is no need to eat these things. Especially, this authentic native egg, which is not as authentic as it is, is sold at a price of 17 or 8 yuan per pound, and it may not be possible to buy real ones. But the one here in front of you will never be faked!

It is a philosophical question to have chickens first or eggs first. Wen Fei, who was drooling, naturally would not consider it. Although he would not consider such boring things after eating and drinking. He just knew that if there were eggs, there would definitely be chickens. As expected, as Wen Fei's eyes shot around, he saw a big rooster with aura.

Wen Fei swallowed again with a gulp. This is still a chicken, it is clearly an eagle. Is there such a big chicken and so arrogant? In Wen Fei's impression, the chickens bought in the vegetable market seem to be the kind that are dying and will not escape even if they are placed on the ground.

With this discovery, when I looked around, I found that there were treasures everywhere in this inconspicuous country market. What are the ones sold in the east, sheep, living sheep. Whats sold in the west, vegetables, and watery and shuiling knew that there had never been pesticide-filled vegetables at a glance.

Speaking of which, in the vegetable market, there are occasionally rural farmers who don’t know whether they are real or not to know whether they are real or not to sell those vegetables that have never been used in pesticides. There are insect eyes everywhere and yellow leaves. I don’t know who will rush to buy them. Green, natural, embrace them, and eat them with confidence!

And is there a better place than what we see in front of us? Are there any pesticides and fertilizers in these days? Wen Fei's index finger was shaking and he almost couldn't help but excitedly took out RMB to buy it. Finally, I remembered that when he looked at the scene in front of him, people used copper coins, and they were not money with the image of a great man, right?

For a moment, I grabbed my ears and cheeks, but I couldn't think of any valuable things on my body that I could take out... Wen Fei is wearing a cartoon beauty T-shirt, especially the beach pants on her lower body, which is even more coquettish. She is actually a second-dimensional beauty who spits out her pink and cute little tongue in the middle of the crotch...

It is conceivable that what can be contained in this outfit? It seems that he doesn't even have a mobile phone wallet. Wait, he seems to be holding a piece of ancient jade in his hand. Wen Fei suddenly realized his situation. He seemed to have traveled through time, and the culprit seemed to be this piece of ancient jade. So can he go back? How can he go back?

It was not until this time that Wen Fei, a tough guy, realized that things were not good, and his situation seemed to be not very good!

It was at this time that several men in red military uniforms rushed over with straw ropes and other objects. The people on both sides avoided them as if they had encountered a flood of beasts. For a moment, it was so messy, just like the urban management came, and the panic scenes in those night markets were exactly the same.

These people didn't say much, and tied Wen Fei's neck indiscriminately and walked out.

I'm not a dog, Wen Fei was confused first. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and was furious. But he was just furious and tied up like three strong men. Not to mention that he was just an otaku who could only come out to scare people, or a master who learned internal martial arts, he would probably not be able to resist at this time.

He was rudely betrayed, walked a few hundred meters away, and left the market. He saw an old man with extraordinary talent sitting under a big tree, with a leisurely expression.

Wen Fei was viciously knocked to the ground, and a dog chewing mud, and the jade pendant in his hand also fell out. Wen Fei was shocked and was about to pounce on the jade pendant, which was his only hope to go back.

His actions naturally attracted the attention of others and he was pressed hard on his shoulder: "Don't move around!"

I heard a voice with a majestic in peace and said, "Take that jade pendant to show me!"

"Yes, Zhang Zongjun!" Someone picked up the jade pendant and presented it with both hands.

Wen Fei naturally couldn't see these. He was pressed to the ground tightly, and he smelled a mud in his mouth and nose. The place where he was pressed was even more painful. Poor Wen Fei had suffered such pain since he was born, so he naturally scolded all these people in his heart.

The Zhang Zongjun put the jade pendant in his hand and played with it for a while before he spoke lightly: "Who are you? Why are you dressed like this? The monk doesn't look like a monk."

These people have a weird accent, similar to some kind of dialect. Wen Fei couldn't understand it very much, so he shouted: "I'm not a monk, I'm not a monk!"

"Well, it's not a monk. Why do you have such short hair? Don't you know the reason why your hair beard is accepted by your parents?"

Wen Fei had a short hair, which really looked like a monk in this era. Not every monk could have the conditions, just like on TV, shaved his head and shine.

"I am not from Middle-earth, I am a prince from Great Britain from Europe mainland overseas..." Wen Fei said nonsense.

"Oh, it turns out that he is a barbarian. No wonder he is so incompetent and dressed like this indifferent!" Zhang Chanjun's tone was a little relaxed. If the people under his rule dared to dress like this, he would have been beaten to death by him and paraded in the streets.
Chapter completed!