Chapter 205 City Wall
Guan Shan returned home and quickly packed his home was simple, just three small rooms, without even a kitchen.
Because he had no family, Sikou's work had to start from dawn to dusk and there was no meal time, so he ate in the dining hall inside the Sikou compound.
Naturally, there is no need to use the kitchen.
But in the main room, there were only a few large characters written by him.
"One hundred and sixteen years"!
His handwriting was very ugly, but he would carefully write these words on the first day of every year.
From "one hundred and twenty years" to "one hundred and sixteen years", he also grew from twenty-eight to thirty-three years old.
He was reminding himself how much time he had left in his life to become the best in the world!
Time passed quickly, he closed the door, locked it, and left the city with his bag on his back.
He was very familiar with Jicheng. He greeted the Sikou with a smile along the way and left Jicheng from the west.
To the west of Jicheng is the dock, which has a railway connecting to the steel plant on the north side of Jicheng.
There are hand-cranked rail cars on the tracks, pulling iron ore and coal unloaded from the dock.
There have been many jokes about this track.
For example, after the track was built, first some people came to watch during the day, and then some people came to steal at night.
After all, some people find it hard to understand why someone would put such good iron underground just to pave roads.
How much would such good iron cost?
The second is the things that the hand-cranked cart pulls. At the beginning, there are not so many things, even less than the donkey cart. It is also very easy to break. Ordinary people can't shake such a heavy cart. Only warriors can shake it.
What a waste of time and money!
However, as the hand-cranked carts became more and more sophisticated, now with the help of a Qi Hai warrior, the hand-cranked cart can make several trips back and forth a day and transport thousands of tons of goods, which greatly improved the efficiency of the steel plant.
Even Dean Shi thinks that the efficiency is too low, saying that hand trucks are not designed to transport goods, and that one train trip can carry thousands of tons.
As for what a train is, Guan Shan asked. Dean Shi just sighed and said nothing.
Seeing the transport cart pulling a plate of ore slowly heading towards the steel plant, Guanshan continued to head towards Yuzhou.
Warrior Zhou Tian was very fast. He ran in a straight line, crossing mountains and rivers, and could run hundreds of miles in a day.
It is indeed the designated tool for delivering letters exclusively for real warriors.
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 a long history. When Guanshan arrived, the city gate was still open.
Guanshan paid a few cents 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, Guanshan frowned.
Because all he saw were pale and thin people with slightly numb expressions. Whether in terms of complexion or spirit, they were far inferior to the people in Jicheng.
But... this is the real world. The Luoyang in his memory seems to be like this.
After staying in Jicheng for a few years, Guanshan came to Xincheng and remembered the true situation of the world.
Only at this moment did he feel that Jicheng was really different from the world of Jianghu.
Guan Shan observed Xincheng carefully. Those who showed off their might on the streets were all warriors, the powerful and their lackeys.
Those bullies and hooligans intimidate and extort ordinary people, but fawn on warriors and the powerful.
I used to be accustomed to these situations and didn't find them surprising.
This is true throughout the Nine Provinces. It has been true since childhood.
Why do I feel different when I come here from Jicheng?
He needs to think about it.
There are also beggars on the street corners, looking around at people entering the city to see if they can steal or rob them.
Beggars can't get money by begging.
The sight of Guan Shan, who deliberately concealed his warrior aura, carrying a package on his back and walking in deep thought, made the beggars' eyes light up.
Although Guan Shan's hair was unkempt, he had a beard and didn't look like a rich man, but his skin was ruddy and delicate, and he didn't look poor.
Plus the bulging package on his back, could it be some poor young man?
Several beggars immediately came forward and surrounded Guan Shan, saying "Uncle, please be kind, we haven't eaten for a few days" on the left, and "Uncle, please have mercy on us and give us some money!" on the right.
Another beggar took the opportunity to go around and tried to snatch Guanshan's package, but was caught by Guanshan's leader.
"You...Master, please spare my life, please spare my life!" The beggar knew he had met a tough opponent when he saw Guan Shan's skillful grab.
Guan Shan sneered and was about to say, "You guys think you can show off all these tricks in front of me," but suddenly he felt that the beggar's hand he was holding felt like a chicken claw, and also very much like the hands that had carried Danla and Mir on his back.
It's all skin and bones.
"Please spare my life! Please spare my life!" The captured beggar begged for mercy again and again: "Please spare me! Please have mercy on me!"
When the other beggars saw that Guan Shan did not take action immediately, they knew there was still a chance of recovery and quickly begged for mercy.
"Master, we haven't eaten for a few days. We have no choice!"
"Master, please let us go. We won't dare to do it again next time!"
"Since you haven't eaten for a few days, I will treat you to a meal!" Guan Shan looked at the beggars and suddenly said.
"Ah?" The beggars didn't know what Guan Shan was up to.
"Uncle, I really know I was wrong..." He thought Guan Shan was thinking of some way to torture him.
Guan Shan simply took him for a walk on the street for a long time, and came to a bun shop, where he bought him a big bag of meat buns.
"Is it enough?" Guan Shan said.
The beggar nodded blankly and said, "Enough, enough!"
"Not enough! Not enough! It's only enough for you, not enough for others!" So Guan Shan bought another bag and said, "That's enough, you can go now!"
"Ah?" The beggar didn't know what Guan Shan meant, and said hesitantly: "Master, then I... leave!"
"You go!"
The beggar took seven or eight steps holding the bun and said, "Sir, I'm really leaving!"
Guan Shan walked towards the inn without paying any attention to him, nor did he reply or ask him not to steal again next time.
He knew that the beggars would steal again next time, because this was not their problem, but Xincheng's problem and the problem of the underworld.
There are no beggars, bullies, powerful people or messy gangs in Jicheng.
Guan Shan didn’t know what the point of buying buns for them was, but he just wanted to do it!
He looked at the city wall of Xincheng and suddenly thought of it.
City walls cannot stop top fighters, so why do we have city walls?
Why does every city have walls?
Inside and outside the wall.
(End of this chapter)
