Chapter 4: The Prince of Great Britain

  "Hmm, these people are really dressed strangely!" said Wen Fei. Apart from those who were wearing coarse cloth clothing, there were also some people wearing what seemed to be ethnic minority clothing made of sheepskin. Their hair was shaved off on one side and braided into small pigtails that hung down. The ends of their whips often had strange decorations hanging from them, such as wolf teeth.

  "Perhaps these are the ancestors of non-mainstream!" Wen Fei muttered to himself. He saw many people, their foreheads shaved clean, but with a tuft of hair left in the middle, and two strands combed out to the sides. Each person was tall and majestic, and when they saw Wen Fei, they looked over at him. Immediately, their eyes, as big as light bulbs, stared back at him.

  Indeed, as Wen Fei said, this market is really just a small rural market. Moreover, it's not the kind of fixed market with shops, but rather the kind where people from all around gather on the first and fifteenth days of each month to buy and sell goods. This kind of thing may still exist in some remote villages in later generations. Younger otaku like Wen Fei can only imagine it through TV and text.

  Those who pinch sugar and tie grass are all things that don't flow, not attracting Wen Fei's attention at all. On the contrary, some things attracted Wen Fei's attention, even making his Adam's apple roll up and down, swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

  This place sells the most, but it's not something else, it's selling sheep. Everywhere you see people leading sheep for sale. He looked elsewhere and suddenly found good things.

  "It's actually eggs, and they're even free-range eggs!" These days, wanting to eat eggs has become a luxury. Originally, there were at least some decent feed-raised eggs or artificial eggs that tasted good. But now, with the bird flu outbreak, which is even more severe than the Korean Wave, we can't even get those things to eat anymore. Especially these authentic free-range eggs, they're selling for 17 or 18 yuan a catty and it's not even guaranteed you can buy real ones. But the ones here in front of us definitely won't be fake!

  Which came first, the chicken or the egg, is a philosophical question that Wen Fei wouldn't bother to consider, especially after he had eaten his fill and was even less likely to think about such boring things. He just knew that if there were people selling eggs, then there must be people selling chickens. Sure enough, as Wen Fei's gaze swept around, he spotted a majestic rooster strutting around.

  Wen Fei gulped and swallowed his saliva, this damn thing was still a chicken, but it looked exactly like an eagle. Were chickens supposed to be so big and spirited? In Wen Fei's impression, the chickens they bought from the market seemed to be the kind that were on the verge of dying, and wouldn't even run away when placed on the ground.

  With such a discovery, looking around, it was found that this inconspicuous rural market is full of treasures everywhere. What's being sold on the east side? Sheep, live sheep! What's being sold on the west side? Green vegetables, crisp and clean-looking green vegetables that you can tell haven't been sprayed with pesticides at a glance.

  In the vegetable market, there are occasionally some farmers from rural areas who come to sell those so-called pesticide-free vegetables with worm eyes and yellow leaves. I don't know how many elderly people will rush to buy them, thinking they are green, natural, and environmentally friendly, and can be eaten with peace of mind!

  Is there a better place than this? By the way, did they have pesticides and fertilizers back in those years? Wen Fei's index finger was itching, almost unable to bear the urge to pull out RMB and buy everything in sight. Luckily he remembered, looking at the scene before him, people were using copper coins, not banknotes with the image of the great leader on them.

  For a moment, he was at a loss, but couldn't think of anything valuable on him to take out... Wen Fei was wearing a cartoon beauty T-shirt, and the beach shorts below were even more outrageous. It was a 2D beauty with a pink cute tongue sticking out towards the crotch area...

  It's no wonder what this outfit can hold. It seems that not even a mobile phone or wallet was brought along. Wait, he seemed to be holding onto an ancient jade piece in his hand, Wen Fei suddenly became aware of his situation, it seemed like he had crossed over, and the culprit behind all this seemed to be this ancient jade? So could he still return? How would he be able to return?

  It wasn't until then that Wen Fei, this big-mouthed guy, realized things were going south, and his situation didn't seem too great either!

  It was at this time that several men wearing red uniforms and holding grass buns rushed over, causing the people on both sides to scatter like they had encountered a flood or a fierce beast. For a moment, it was chaotic, just like when city management arrives, and the night market's panicked scene was no exception.

  They didn't say much either, and without distinguishing between right and wrong, they tied Wen Fei's neck with a rope and took him out.

  Laozi wasn't a dog, Wen Fei was first confused. Half a day later, he came back to his senses, furious in his heart. But it was just fury, being tied up by three strong men like this. Let alone that he was an otaku who could only scare people with his spirit, even if he were a master of internal martial arts, at this time he probably couldn't resist either.

  He was roughly pushed forward by someone and walked out several hundred meters, leaving the market. Then he saw a man of extraordinary bearing sitting under a large tree, looking leisurely.

  Wen Fei was thrown to the ground with great force, and his jade pendant fell out of his hand. Wen Fei was shocked and wanted to rush towards the pendant, which was his only hope for returning.

  His actions naturally attracted attention from others, and he was pressed down on his shoulder: "Don't move!"

  A gentle yet majestic voice said, "Bring me that jade pendant to take a look!"

  "Yes, General Zhang!" Then someone picked up the jade pendant and presented it with both hands.

  Wen Fei couldn't see anything, he was pressed firmly to the ground, and his mouth and nose were filled with a stench of rotting mud. The place where he was being pressed was also throbbing in pain. Poor Wen Fei had never suffered such torture since birth, so naturally he cursed these people silently.

  That General Zhang held the jade pendant in his hand and played with it for a while, before opening his mouth to say calmly: "Who are you? Why are you dressed like this? You don't look like a monk."

  These tones were somewhat strange, similar to some dialects. Wen Fei couldn't quite understand them and shouted: "I'm not a monk! I'm not a monk!"

  "Hmm, you're not a monk. Why keep your hair so short? Don't you know the principle of respecting one's parents through one's appearance?"

  Wen Fei had a short haircut, which indeed looked like a monk's in this era. Not every monk has the conditions to shave their head until it's shiny and bright like on TV.

  "I am not a person of Middle-earth, I am a prince from the overseas European continent of Great Britain..." Wen Fei said nonsense.

  "Ah, so he's a barbarian, no wonder he's so unrefined and ignorant of propriety, dressing in such an outrageous manner!" The tone of Zhang Shangjun relaxed somewhat, if it were his subjects who dared to dress like this, they would have been beaten half to death and paraded through the streets.

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