Building a New World

　　Jia Zhengjin put on the costume brought from the world of Yi You, although it is slightly different from here, but the difference is not too big.

　　 pushed a self-made single-wheeled trolley, with a long wooden table and a few benches tied to the left and right of the car, and Guru went towards the Yejunchengchi.

　　 arrived near the city gate, and saw the people entering and leaving the city lined up to grow into dragons, and countless soldiers with yellow scarves on their heads were checking one by one.

　　 has been following the team to the entrance of the city gate. A yellow towel soldier stopped him and carefully looked at the table and chairs on the car: "What is this?"

　　Jia Zhengjinxin said you don't even know the tables and chairs?

　　 smiled and replied: "It's just tables and chairs!"

　　 He Huang Bingbing who stopped him turned to look at his companion, his face full of question marks.

　　 Several yellow towel soldiers who looked at each other looked at each other as if no one understood.

　　 "What is the use of this thing?" The yellow towel soldier who stopped him poked a bench on the car with a spear.

　　 "Stool, sit!" Jia Zhengjin thought for a moment, took the stool down and put it on the ground, and then sat up, "Stool!"

　　 Several yellow-scarred soldiers were even more puzzled, and grumbled about a few sentences without a result.

　　 Is there no stool at this time? Jia Zhengjin was puzzled in his heart and thought about it carefully. The TV clips about the Three Kingdoms appeared vaguely in his memory. Although it was vague or even inconceivable to be specific, it seemed that the character was kneeling?

　　 Ah, yes! During this period, most of them sat on their knees, so straw mats were more popular. No stools were heard. No wonder these soldiers were confused.

　　After discussing with a few yellow towel soldiers, he ignored the stool for a while and pointed a long gun at the long table on the car: "What is this?"

　　 "Table!" Jia Zhengjin replied.

　　Huangjinbing was blank again, whispering around.

　　 Maybe they don’t even know the table?

its not right! There must be a table!

　　Jia Zhengjin thought for a while, solved the next table and put it on the ground, and then sat on the stool to make a gesture of eating: "Table!"

　　 "Ah~" Finally a yellow towel soldier responded, "Food case!"

　　 "Food case?" Jia Zhengjin heard the word for the first time and thought it should be the meaning of a table, so he nodded, "Yes, it is a food case!"

　　 "Tu 啧啧~" Several yellow towel soldiers looked at these wooden tables and benches, showing regretful expressions, and probably felt that the craftsmanship was too bad.

　　 "Into the city!" Then carefully looked at the face of Jia Zhengjin, and then let him into the city.

　　 "Thank you!" Jia Zhengjin tied the table and chairs back and pushed the car into the city slowly.

　　 The interior of this ancient city is quite prosperous, and the streets are full of people. Of course, it is also mixed with a large number of golden troops.

　　 "Heaven is dead!"

　　 "Heaven is dead!!"

　　 "Huang Tian is standing!"

　　 "Huang Tian is standing!!"

　　 "Year in Jiazi!"

　　 "Year in Jiazi!!"

　　 "The world is lucky!"

　　 "The world is lucky..."

　　 From time to time, people on the roadside saw people with heads tied with yellow towels gather people, and they shouted slogans like MLM brainwashing.

　　 And most of the people did not hesitate to shout together, the scene was particularly fanatical.

　　 Going around, Jia Zhengjin almost thought he had entered a cult base.

　　Now the yellow towel uprising should begin?

　　 However, it seems that Ye Jun is peaceful here. The Eastern Han government has not begun to send troops to conquer the Yellow Scarf Army?

　　 That is to say, the situation of chaos in the world has not yet begun?

　　With doubts, Jia Zhengjin found a corner of the market, unloaded the tables and chairs, and sat down on the roadside to look around.

　　 is surrounded by hawkers, those who buy cakes, those who sell rice, those who sell fabrics, those who buy swords, and even those who sell in the distance.

　　 That's right, it's selling!

　　 Several dry, skinny, skinny adults, holding children who also can't see a few flesh, staring at pedestrians passing by, vigorously selling children with blank faces.

　　In addition to selling children, there are some women who sell, each of them is hungry, passing yellow scarf soldiers turn a blind eye to this.

　　Jia Zhengjin was only a little surprised, but immediately diverted his attention.

　　The people in the late Eastern Han Dynasty did not chat about life, and this is the case everywhere, otherwise there will not be the largest religious peasant uprising in history.

　　The merchants around were all shouting and soliciting business, and Jia Zhengjin looked a little out of place inside, just sitting around to observe the surroundings.

　　 is also because of this, there is no customer at all.

　　 Of course, the tables and chairs he made did not fit this era, and people are not sure what these are useful for, which is also a relatively important reason.

　　 sat for most of the day and no one cares. Seeing that the sun started to fall to the west, he got up to pick up the tables and chairs.

　　 "Eh!" As he was packing, the bread seller next to him couldn't help but ask, "What do you sell?"

　　 "What?" Jia Zhengjin looked back at him, didn't hear clearly.

　　 "What do you sell?" The bread seller asked again.

　　 The character of the goddess of knowledge, Fula, turned the other party's words into vernacular that Jia Zhengjin could understand, that is, what did you sell?

　　 Jia Zhengjin’s answer was also translated into something the other party can understand: “I’ve been sitting here for a long time, haven’t you seen it? This stool is used to sit, and the table is for meals.”

I suddenly realized that I was selling cakes, and like the yellow towel soldier who guarded the door, I made a humming voice. I looked at the wooden table and wooden chair with special regrets. I guess Jia Zhengjin couldn’t even do the food case. What a "stool" is too strange. Now: "Frankly speaking, this thing is useless! Chengxi Jiang Chan (chan) has done a very good food case and can only sell the number of times per day."

　　 He raised a finger, meaning that it was good to sell a food case.

　　 "Is it right?" Jia Zhengjin doesn't matter~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It's normal to be unclear when I first arrived!

　　 "The little brother's face is tight, non-Yejun people?"

　　 "I came from the mountain and entered the city for the first time." Jia Zhengjin replied.

　　 "Oh, mountain countryman?"

　　 "Exactly!"

　　 "A surname is Fang, the name is Dabao. What about the little brother?"

　　 "Jia Chong!" Jia Zhengjin reported a pseudonym.

　　 "Brother Jia, look at your fine-skinned and tender meat, not like a mountain countryman, but like a rich son!" Fang Dabao laughed.

　　 "Is it?" Jia Zhengjin did find that the people in the city were all yellowish, most of them were skinny. Young people like themselves were particularly conspicuous. Everyone who sells big cakes thinks so, it is estimated that a lot of people will pay attention to themselves if they sit here for a day.

　　Hurry out of the city, go back to the temporary base first!

　　 quickly tied the table and chairs to the car, no longer talking to the cake seller, and pushed the car towards the city gate.

　　 hasn't left the market yet, a team of yellow towel soldiers appeared in front of them. The headed man was riding a yellow mane horse, carrying a steel knife in his hand, and directly blocked the way.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the Huangjinjun quickly surrounded Jia Zhengjin.

　　 "This general," Jia Zhengjin quickly pretended to be confused, "Why stop?"

　　 "Huh! I would have ordered people to observe for a long time. You are not like a merchant. You look like a sneaky man. It must be carefully done by the court! Come and take him down!"

　　 "Uh!" All the spears in the soldier Huang's hand were aimed at Jia Zhengjin.