There is heaven, there are Suzhou and Hangzhou.

When Fang Zheng walked down the gangway, he saw the intoxicating and tranquil scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou.

Because he knew the consequences of heavy industrialization, Founder had considered all aspects of the problem from the beginning of his planning. He did not want Chang'an to become a foggy city. Therefore, Founder placed heavy industry in relatively remote places. But

Even so, smoke can often be seen in Chang'an City.

However, the situation in Suzhou and Hangzhou is much better. The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the air is fresh. When I walked down the gangway, I felt much more comfortable. Fang Zheng stretched himself comfortably, and then came to the pier. Here, it was morning.

There is a carriage waiting there.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Fang?"

Seeing Fang Zheng approaching, a servant quickly ran over to ask. Due to the widespread use of steam power in this era, telephone and telegraph communications have become the norm. At least across the country, telephones are no longer a rare item. There are also ones at intersections.

Public telephone booths, and the various services generated from them are naturally diverse.

For example, the attendant who came to pick up Fang Zheng now had Fang Zheng make an appointment in advance over the phone - this finally allowed Fang Zheng to find a bit of a sense of modern society.

"Yes, it's me."

Facing the visitor, Fang Zheng nodded, and the latter quickly showed a warm smile.

"Please get in the car. The shopkeeper has been waiting for you for a long time. We have prepared a spacious room for you. Please go this way..."

As he spoke, the other party welcomed Fang Zheng into the carriage, and then saw the coachman driving the carriage away from the pier and moving forward along the street.

I still feel like I'm not used to it.

Sitting by the car window, looking at the brightly lit street scene outside, Fang Zheng also gave a helpless smile. Perhaps because of the need to maintain tradition, most of the buildings in the palace have not been modified. Except for some relatively convenient devices,

Most of it remained the same. So when Fang Zheng was in the palace, he could still maintain a little bit of the feeling of being in ancient society.

But once out of the palace gate, the fantasy, technology, and supernatural and unconventional style of painting on the streets immediately blew Fang Zheng away to an unknown era.

However, most places are still the same, which reminds Fang Zheng that he met Lin Yueru, Bai Suzhen and Qing'er here in the world of fairy swords... But it is obviously impossible now. After all, there is nothing in this world.

In Jinshan Temple, there is no bald head like Fahai.

Along the way, Fang Zheng also had a casual chat with the driver who came to pick him up. After all, being polite is a basic attribute of taxi drivers. It has been this way from ancient times to the present. The same is true for this driver. When a customer is willing to chat with him, he will naturally talk.

There is no one who can talk about everything. Of course, like all taxi drivers, he also likes to complain about the county government and the prefect here, saying that they sometimes do not do things well, and the content of the complaints is also some trivial matters.

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For example, the coachman complained that they were charged a monthly road maintenance and cleaning fee. In fact, the money was not much, but the coachman believed that these fees were simply stolen by people in the government under clever pretexts...

Fang Zheng naturally laughed at this. It was indeed so in the eyes of these coachmen, but in fact, road cleaning and maintenance in this era was much more troublesome than later. After all, horses are living creatures, cars are dead, and the exhaust emitted by cars is invisible.

You can't touch it, but the feces that your horse excretes everywhere is a lot of trouble.

And due to the expansion of the city and the strengthening of transportation, the problems here have become more and more prominent, so it is understandable to charge such a road maintenance fee. Otherwise, how can we live in a city with horse manure everywhere?

Of course, from the driver's perspective, it's a different story.

In addition, the coachman also told Fang Zheng some interesting stories. For example, the disciples of the Huashan Sect and the Hengshan Sect had a fight in the street over a woman. As a result, both of them were tortured away by the officers, and the woman they were fighting for

But she fell into the arms of a rich second-generation young master next to her...

Well, this is the story Fang Zheng wants to hear, and this is the interesting one.

After listening to the coachman talking happily all the way, Fangzheng arrived at the door of a "five-star" inn by the West Lake. When he stepped out of the carriage, a waiter immediately came up to greet him attentively.

"Welcome this guest, would you like to rest in your room now? Or drink tea? We have a storyteller here who is telling the story of 'General Luo', and then there will be a performance by a song and dance troupe from Nanman..."

"Nanman's song and dance troupe?"

Hearing this, Fang Zheng couldn't help but stop and looked at the waiter curiously, and the waiter nodded.

"Yes, this is the song and dance troupe that our shopkeeper personally went to Nanman and invited from there. Their performance is very interesting. Now it has become the signature of our restaurant. If you want to enjoy it, we will arrange it for you after dinner.

A good seat…”

"Okay, I'm a little interested in this Nanman song and dance troupe."

Fang Zheng thought for a moment and then made a decision. There are really not many entertainment projects in this world so far. No matter how awesome he is, there is no way he can surpass the technology of picture tubes and film projection in this era. Therefore, the public of this era

After dinner, in addition to listening to Mr. Shu telling stories, I also enjoyed singing and dancing performances from all over the world.

After all, the Red Mansion has been sealed and the gambling den has been inspected. For the people of this era, there is really no other entertainment.

"My guest, please come with me. Do you have any other requests?"

"Be quiet, have a nice scenery, don't have too many people, bring me a pot of tea and snacks."

"okay!"

Hearing what Fang Zheng said, the waiter hurriedly took him upstairs. Then he arranged a front row window seat for Fang Zheng through the revolving door. From the comfortable tables and chairs in this seat, it can be seen that this seat is definitely not suitable for everyone.

.But after all, Fangzheng is the guest who booked the "Presidential Suite" here, so of course the inn will give him some preferential treatment.

At this moment, on the stage in front, the storyteller standing in the center of the stage also came to the end of his story. Fang Zheng listened carefully and found out that it was a story about a fictional general. In fact, this is not surprising. The imagination of ancient people is no better than that of modern people.

How can I be young? During the Qing Dynasty, some people wrote steampunk novels, and they also wrote about the Qing Dynasty going to colonize the moon and Jupiter...

Of course, he died early in the morning now.

The "General Luo" mentioned by this storyteller should be regarded as fantasy according to modern classification. It is said that a man named Luo San was born into a noble family, but he was looked down upon by his family members because of his poor health. Later, he happened to meet a fairy and was attracted by her beauty.

Lost in love and fell off a cliff, unintentionally drank the genius treasure, and then naturally followed the pretentious and slap-in-the-face routine of "Don't bully young people who are poor" and "It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge", and finally walked together with the fairy...

Tsk tsk tsk, the whole plot is full of ups and downs and makes people want to stop.

"... General Luo was shocked and angry when he heard what Nai's father said. He shouted and was about to rush towards him to fight to the death. However, at this moment, the door suddenly opened, and then a black shadow enveloped him.

The fragrant wind rushed in and jumped into General Luo's arms. General Luo looked at it intently and couldn't help but trembled. Therefore, the person who jumped into his arms at this moment was not someone else, but himself.

My childhood sweetheart’s adopted brother! What General Luo didn’t expect was that his adopted brother would actually reveal a shocking secret at this time!”

Having said this, the storyteller slapped the gavel hard.

"I know what will happen in the future, and listen to the next episode of "The real lady sheds tears on the general's lapel, and the fake tiger father reveals the love between mother and son"!"

"good!!!"

After listening to the storyteller's narration, the melon-eating crowd at the rear immediately applauded and clapped vigorously. Fang Zheng was also confused after listening to it——With such an ups and downs of the plot, are you from the beginning?

"Morality and Law" came from time travel, right?

Soon, the storyteller left the stage, and then the number of spectators increased. It was obvious that many people wanted to watch the performance of the so-called "Nanman Song and Dance Troupe".

Soon, I saw a bunch of figures walking over on the other side of the screen and starting to prepare for the performance.

However, the moment these people appeared, Fang Zheng, who was leaning on the chair like a salted fish, could not help but narrow his eyes.

There's something evil about it!

That's right, the moment these people appeared, Fang Zheng immediately felt a hint of demonic aura, and it was not an ordinary demonic aura. As a time dragon, Fang Zheng could feel that there was even some demonic aura in it.

Mixed with a sense of vicissitudes like the ancient times...

What the hell is this?

Could it be that there are still beasts from ancient times that have transformed into monsters?

So what about Tyrannosaurus Rex? Or Triceratops? Or Plesiosaur?

There’s no way it’s a trilobite that became a sperm!

Fang Zheng knew that before he became the emperor, the history of this world was still very "scientific", and it was impossible for the story in many fantasy novels to actually happen, where he wakes up and finds himself transformed into a Tyrannosaurus rex, and then cultivates for 30,000 years. However,

There is indeed a trace of the ancient prehistoric era hidden in this demonic aura...

Hmm...that's very interesting.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng also became interested and sat down on the chair again.
Chapter completed!