Insufficient balance

  "Proudly facing the ten thousand waves"

  Passionate like the red sunlight

  Gall like iron cast, bones like refined steel

  Chest broad as a hundred thousand zhang, eyesight stretching ten thousand li far

  I strive to be a good man...

  Zhaofu Bo hummed the General's Order taught by Martin, riding his Flying Fire Beast on the main street of Huangsha City. It had been a long time since he last went out, and he was surprised to find that Huangsha City had become so beautiful and charming.

  The houses on the streets of the prosperous yellow sand city are similar to those of the Song Dynasty, with seven or eight points in common. The shops on both sides, although not as exquisite as carved beams and painted buildings, are also not comparable to the earth-colored houses built by Arabs outside the city.

  Some small wine shops were openly flying flags, and many silk and porcelain shops were doing a thriving business. The people patrolling the streets were not the city master's men, but rather the guards of the Zhao family.

  The lord of the city could only stand on the city wall and look at the fields outside.

  Zhao Fubo hummed a song probably because it was related to his mood.

  Since holding Shu Yiner last time, Zhao Fubo, who understood the other's heart and mind, has been in a very good mood.

  This not only made his shooting better, but also made his reading progress faster.

  Shu Yu'er was surprised to find that Zhao Fu Bo was heading in the direction she had always expected, a man of both literary and military prowess.

  Of course, there are also bad places, that is, this guy has become lazy and no longer goes hunting, let alone to barbecue for everyone to eat.

  But apart from little John having some complaints, it wasn't a big deal for the others.

  "Today I'm treating everyone to a meal, we've been busy lately, so today I'll take you all out for dinner!"

  Just as the preparations for the martial arts competition were about to be completed, Martin finally agreed to give Zhao Fu Bo a day off. Who would have known that with his newfound free time, Zhao Fu Bo would invite everyone out to dinner.

  As they walked down the main street, most pedestrians dodged to either side.

  That's not because Zhao Fubo is good at flying, but because two things made everyone hide by the roadside.

  The first one is Shu Yiner, who followed him and was praised by him as the first great meritorious minister. This title was agreed upon by everyone except for Xiao Yuan, who disagreed.

  Shu Yiner, who was invited by Zhao Fubo for the first time, dressed up carefully today. In Huangsha City, she wouldn't wear an Arab abaya or a common Song dynasty skirt that girls outside the Zhao mansion would wear.

  A beautiful palace dress added beauty, and the lovely lipstick horse under her feet set off a appearance like a lotus flower coming out of the water.

  This not only makes all the women on the street feel ashamed, but also makes men can't help but take a few more glances.

  The second thing is because of Zhao Fubo's bad horse - Fei Huo Ran Tian Shou.

  This guy has been locked in the stable for too long and is not quite adapted to being on the street. Or maybe this guy is a bad egg through and through, and one that can't be changed.

  Apart from Zhao Fubo's horses that had already been taken home, he was displeased with every horse he saw.

  As soon as it sees something, it kicks its hooves and bites with its mouth. There is no dignity of the Ma Wang family at all, and even Zhao Fu's reins can't hold it back.

  What's more, those mules and donkeys, seeing it, were so frightened that they could hardly avoid it. After its loud and long bray, all of them fell to the ground, and no matter how hard they were whipped, they would not get up.

  "Shut up, shut up! With a moral character like yours, I won't take you out with me again no matter what!"

  Zhao Fubo spoiled the horse, often secretly giving it chocolate to eat and washing and brushing its coat. In his mind, this was Xiao Hei Tan's brother, and he had to treat it well no matter what.

  On this main street, it has caused a big commotion. Zhao Fubo, who was infuriated, slapped its horse head heavily with his palm, which made the guy behave himself.

  Although no longer biting other horses, it still runs wildly on the street, without any intention of giving way to others.

  Often with its iron hooves digging into the ground, sparks flying everywhere, it looks strange that Zhao Fubo is taking it out on the streets instead of galloping in the wild mountains and ridges outside.

  Martin was leisurely puffing on a long pipe, which was the happiest place in this era. At least he could smoke openly and honestly, without having to go to the corridors and verandas, those two natural "smoking rooms".

  He sat in a wheelchair, an upgraded version of the one Zhao Fubo had made for him. The main body was still a rattan chair, only the fixed way became a suspension way.

  Two metal rods connected to the chassis hang down two ropes, suspending a specially made rattan chair. Above his head, a large umbrella shades and shelters from the rain. This allows him to go wherever he wants without worrying about the sun.

  In addition, this wheelchair also has a unique traction system that can be easily pulled by a small donkey, and can go anywhere.

  At the crossroads of Huangsha City Avenue, there is the best restaurant in all of Huangsha City. It is a three-story wooden building, as if the Yueyang Tower of the Song Dynasty had been moved here.

  The name of this restaurant is still called Yueyang Tower. Shu Yiner, who has been walking all the way, introduces the origin of Huang Haicheng to everyone.

  I heard San Niang say that on the day Old Master set sail, there were three large ships with a total of 1,200 people. Unfortunately, many died or were injured along the way due to rough seas, strong winds, and disease. By the time they landed, only 613 people remained, and they and their descendants became the residents of this desert city.

  "This Yueyang Tower restaurant was built by the first generation of our family. I'm still a newcomer here, but I've heard that the food is extremely delicious. In the early days, my grandfather and third aunt had their meals delivered from this place every day, later the chef came to our house..."

  Martin listened to Shu Yiner's introduction, stroking his white beard, listening with relish and seeming to be thinking deeply.

  He had thought of the Eight Kings because of the eight-sided purple gold halberd in Zhao's house, but he didn't know who the descendants of the Eight Kings were, so naturally he couldn't make this judgment.

  Now that he heard Shu Yu'er mention the large number of people going out to sea, he thought of his conjecture again. Even if an ordinary big clan was avoiding war, they wouldn't bring so many people out to sea.

  Especially Shu Yuner's skirt on her body is so different from the people outside Zhao's family, which makes him who has been exploring the truth of things have more thoughts.

  However, what disappointed him was that Shu Yu'er only knew a little about the true origin of the Zhao family from San Niang's mouth, and could only see a glimpse of it.

  When they arrived at the restaurant, the shopkeeper took one look at their attire, especially Shu Yu'er's palace dress, and naturally knew that they were not ordinary people. Even with the two Westerners, John and Martin, in tow, he didn't ask any questions.

  Just busy asking good, carefully replacing them to tie the horse to a hook on one side of the store. The first to serve naturally was Shu Yiner, and then it was Zhao Fubo's turn.

  As he came to Zhao Fubo's side, intending to reach for the reins, the Flying Fire Heavenly Beast turned its head and bit down on his outstretched hand.

  Luckily the shopkeeper's hand withdrew quickly, otherwise this guy would probably have bitten off half of it.

  Zhao Fubo sighed and it seemed that this horse's temper was really bad, no one was allowed to touch it, not even a slight touch.

  "Never mind, I'll just do it myself!"

  When Zhao Fubo had just tied his Flying Fire Heavenly Beast to Shu Yu'er's Lipstick Horse, this guy actually stood still with all four hooves and refused to move forward.

  Originally, there was another horse on the other side of the Lipstick Horse, which was a sorrel purebred Arabian horse. Although it can't be compared to the Flying Fire Heavenly Beast, it can also rank in the same level as the Lipstick Horse.

  Seeing this scene, Zhao Fubo really couldn't help but laugh and cry.

  "Your mouth isn't big enough, how can you say such a thing..."

  "Little brother, why don't you move that horse over a bit? We can arrange our own horses on both sides of these two horses. What do you think?"

  "This... of course, of course, after you tie up this horse, just go ahead and take care of yourself, the outside matters will be left to me!"

  Originally, the shopkeeper thought Zhao Fubo was as difficult to talk to as his horse, and looking at him wearing a worn-out leather armor that seemed to be from an earlier era, he didn't seem like a rich man either.

  Just a cold glance from Shu Yu'er made the shopkeeper realize that Zhao Fu Bo was not only not Shu Yu'er's follower, but also some kind of big shot.

  Otherwise, this girl in a palace dress is obviously a beautiful girl from the Zhao family's mansion. Why doesn't she give orders to him directly? It's known that in this desert city, women wearing palace dresses have absolute status.

  After the horses were tied up, Zhao Fubo's Flying Fire Beast swung its tail back and forth, shook its head from side to side, and let out a low whinny. Then almost all the horses turned their heads away, not daring to look at it or that Lipstick Horse again.

  The young shop assistant couldn't help but look out at the originally neat and tidy hitching post, now in disarray, and all he could think was that he hoped the shop owner wouldn't come out, or else he would definitely get a scolding.

  The third floor is undoubtedly the best location in Yueyang Tower Restaurant, where you can not only see the entire city of Huangsha, but also enjoy the most exquisite dishes.

  "Hey, Erlang, you'd better be a good man. Since you're treating us to dinner, we should have the best food, can't sit at the lower table! There are so many people down there..."

  There were many tables in the first floor hall, and Shu Yiner hadn't spoken yet, but Xiao John had already expressed his dissatisfaction with the noisy voices.

  Zhao Fubo glanced quietly at Martin, roughly to ask if such expenses were acceptable. Martin didn't say a word, only made an affirmative gesture.

  "Alright, third floor it is, I'll just be a good man!"

  Today, Zhao Fubo is going to invite them to dinner and will naturally go to the third floor of Yazi. Although he doesn't have much money now, according to Jack and Abduljemal's message from Ziyun Villa, the harvest there is not bad.

  Especially telescopes have great benefits for warfare, travel and navigation, as the most concentrated commercial area of Bassaro, it has the best performance.

  To go to "Kotai" (now Kuwait) and open a second sales channel, as a big city with many people sailing, it may gain more profits.