"Master, you eat first, I'll go down first," the servant bowed.

Zhang Jing said nothing and continued to stuff a "meatball" into his mouth.

Zhang Jing's heart was beating wildly, it was not like a fellow villager,

this……

This is also a matter of fact. After all, why can he only wear it?

Could it be that I am just one of the thousands of time travelers in this world?

At this moment, Zhang Jing thought a lot and suspected that this was just a game world.

Moreover, this seems to be impossible.

But if this person is really a "membersman", wouldn't he be a bit disappointing?

Or, this "membersman" has not yet discovered that this is a world of high martial arts.

As he ate, Zhang Jing stopped. He wanted to know if this person was a "membersman."

If so, what attitude should I face it?

Are you crying with joy?

After all, it is not easy to find a fellow villager in thousands of worlds.

Or, kill him?

What if I reveal that I am not from this world?

Zhang Jing suspects that there are real top bosses in this world.

Maybe those people are like immortals, of course, this is Zhang Jing’s imagination.

However, it is not without foundation. According to Zhang Jing's understanding, the innate realm can already live for nearly two hundred years.

What about the innate?

Is there a thousand-year-old or ten thousand-year-old monster?

Zhang Jing was not sure.

What if those ten thousand-year-old monsters know that they are not from this world, what if they erase their uncertainty?

After all, Zhang Jing has read too much in the novel.

So, Zhang Jing is very confused now.

Zhang Jing quickly solved the "meatballs" in the bowl,

Then, stand up and no matter what the plan is, you have to determine whether the person is his "membership."

"Waiter, check out," Zhang Jing raised his hand to signal.

The servant who collected Zhang Jing's silver quickly came to Zhang Jing's side, "Master, sixty copper coins."

Zhang Jing nodded and took out another broken silver from his wallet.

Put it on your hand and throw it away,

"No need to find the rest, I'll give you the rest."

"Mr. Xie," the servant smiled. How long does it take to meet such a generous guest.

Although this is just a small piece of silver, the servant is very worried.

It is worth at least several hundred copper plates.

"Don't rush to thank you first, you have to help me with something," Zhang Jing said softly.

"Master, you give me your order," the servant bowed his hand and inadvertently stuffed the silver into his arms.

Zhang Jing just thought that he didn't see it. If the servant didn't help him,

He had ten thousand ways to let the servant spit out the silver again.

The money of the village leader is not so easy to get.

"Help me call your shopkeeper over. I have something to ask," Zhang Jing glanced at the servant.

"Uh, this..." The servant was a little hesitant, not sure if it was true, maybe he wanted some money.

Zhang Jing sneered in his heart, do you really treat him as a sucker?

He exerted a little force on his left leg and a big pit collapsed under his feet.

Then he glanced at the servant coldly.

The servant took a breath, his legs and feet trembled a little.

When did he meet such a master, and he just took his money?

And, there is still a little insatiable.

What if I hold a grudge? Will I kill myself at night?

The servant has never heard of such things as people in the world.

Killing is commonplace.

In the mouth of the storyteller, the people in the world are all those who are incompatible with each other. The servant has never seen him but heard of him.

I thought it was just a story in the book, but I didn't expect that I actually met such a person.

The servant regretted taking Zhang Jing's silver and took out the silver again tremblingly, as well as the ones he had previously rewarded.

"Big, hero, I will call out the shopkeeper immediately."

Zhang Jing smiled gently and waved his hand, "I'll give you the money, just keep it. As long as you get the job done, it's done."

"Hey, hey, I'll go right away," the servant Yinzi put into his arms and hurried to call the shopkeeper.

On the way, he thought again, "Maybe big men like others don't look down on this little money."

When he was hungry, he had fantasized whether such big shots would have steamed buns for every meal?

Later, when he got it, he didn't think so.

Zhang Jing put it on the stool again, waiting for the shopkeeper to arrive.

soon,

A middle-aged rich man walked to Zhang Jing.

The servant followed behind him.

"This guest official, do you have something to ask me for?" Jiang Dacheng looked at Zhang Jing's appearance, and it seemed that he had never seen this person before.

The servant lowered his head from behind and did not tell Zhang Jing's previous kick, but said that a guest was looking for him.

Otherwise, he might not have been able to do this job for a long time.

"The odd change does not change?" Zhang Jing's eyes were Ruju stared at the look of the shopkeeper in front of him.

If you are really a "membersman," no matter how well you hide it, you will feel a little strange without preparing in advance.

"What? You say it again, I don't understand much," the shopkeeper asked in confusion.

Just now, I could understand the words of this guest official word by word, but Jiang Dacheng couldn't understand what this meant.

"Oh, nothing," Zhang Jing felt relieved for some reason, and then felt a little sad.

Just now, Zhang Jing has been staring at Jiang Dacheng's expression.

pity,

There is no problem at all.

If you are really a fellow villager, you will definitely understand it. Even if you pretend not to understand it, you will pause for a moment.

but,

In Zhang Jing's opinion,

Jiang Dacheng could not see any problem at all.

If it's really a fake, then the acting is too good.

Therefore, Zhang Jing changed the topic in time. Since he was not a fellow villager, there was no need to explain this.

"Uh, I'm going to work hard first. Please wait and see, please use it." Jiang Dacheng didn't know that Zhang Jing had just finished eating, but saw a few bowls on the table, thinking that it was left over from the previous table of guests.

"Erwa, why don't you clean up the things on the table?" The shopkeeper ordered the servant behind him.

"Hey, hey," Erwa quickly put away the bowl and left here.

"Wait," Zhang Jing called the shopkeeper.

"What? Do you have something to do?" The shopkeeper frowned.

He is still busy here, but the visitor is a guest, so he can't show off his face.

"Did you come up with this "meatball" yourself?" Zhang Jing asked.

"This..." Jiang Dacheng frowned, a little unhappy. The guest in front of him was a little too ignorant.

Zhang Jing narrowed his eyes and threw a piece of silver to the shopkeeper, "I just asked. I had eaten this kind of thing when I was in the Central Plains. I didn't expect there to be some here, so I just asked casually. If it's inconvenient for you to answer, forget it."
Chapter completed!