Chapter 2130: Arrested upon Entering the City

Jia Zhengjin put on the ancient costume brought from the world of Yiyi. Although it was slightly different from here, the difference was not too big.

Pushing a homemade one-wheeled cart with a long wooden table and a few benches tied to the left and right sides of the cart, Gululu walked towards the city of Yejun.

When they arrived near the city gate, they saw a long line of people entering and exiting the city, and countless soldiers with yellow scarves on their heads were checking them one by one.

After following the team to the entrance of the city gate, a yellow scarf soldier stopped him and carefully looked at the tables and chairs on the car: "What is this?"

Jia Zhengjinxin said, “Don’t you even recognize tables and chairs?”

Then he smiled and replied: "Just some tables and chairs!"

The Yellow Turban soldier who stopped him turned to look at his companions with question marks on his face.

The few yellow scarf soldiers guarding the gate looked at each other, as if no one understood.

"What's the use of this thing?" The yellow scarf soldier who stopped him poked a bench in the car with a long gun.

"Stool, for sitting!" Jia Zhengjin thought for a moment, took off the stool and placed it on the ground, then sat on it, "Stool!"

Several yellow scarf soldiers were even more confused, and they chatted and discussed for a while but could not come up with any results.

Are there no stools at this time? Jia Zhengjin was puzzled. After thinking about it carefully, a TV clip about the Three Kingdoms vaguely appeared in his memory. Although it was very vague and he couldn't even recall the details, it seemed that the characters in it were kneeling?

Ah, yes! During this period, people basically sat on their knees, so straw mats were more popular. I didn’t hear about any stools. No wonder these soldiers looked confused.

After some discussion, the Yellow Turban soldiers simply ignored the stools for the time being and pointed their spears at the long table on the car: "What is this?"

"Table!" Jia Zhengjin replied.

The Yellow Turban Soldiers looked confused again, gathering around and whispering.

Could it be that they don’t even know the table?

its not right! There must be a table!

Jia Zhengjin thought for a while, untied a table and placed it on the ground, then sat on a stool and made a gesture of eating: "Table!"

"Ah~" Finally one of the Yellow Turban Soldiers reacted, "Eating table!"

"Food table?" When Jia Zhengjin heard this word for the first time, he thought it should mean table, so he nodded, "Yes, it is the food table!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk~" Several yellow scarf soldiers looked at these wooden tables and benches with regretful expressions, probably thinking that the workmanship was too poor.

"Enter the city!" He looked carefully at Jia Zhengjin's face before letting him enter the city.

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

This ancient city is quite prosperous inside, with people coming and going on the streets, and of course a large number of gold troops.

"Heaven is dead!"

"The sky is dead!!"

"Huang Tian is standing!"

"Huang Tian is standing up!!"

"You are as old as Jiazi!"

"You are as old as Jiazi!!"

"Good luck to the world!"

"Good luck to the world..."

From time to time on the roadside, I see people with yellow scarves on their heads gathering people together and leading them to shout slogans like a pyramid scheme brainwashing them.

And most of the people shouted along without hesitation, and the scene was particularly fanatical.

After walking around for a while, Jia Zhengjin almost thought he had entered a cult base.

The Yellow Turban Uprising should have started now, right?

But it seems that everything is peaceful here in Ye County. The Eastern Han Dynasty government hasn't started sending troops to conquer the Yellow Turban Army yet?

In other words, the chaos in the world has not begun yet?

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

There are vendors all around, buying cakes, selling rice, selling cloth, buying swords, and even people selling people in the distance.

That’s right, it’s selling people!

A few skinny and skinny adults, holding small children with no visible flesh in their arms, stared at the passers-by and weakly tried to sell the children with bewildered expressions on their faces.

In addition to selling children, there were also some selling women, each with a hungry look on their face, and the yellow scarf soldiers passing by turned a blind eye to them.

Jia Zhengjin was just a little surprised by this, but immediately changed his attention.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, people were in dire straits, and this situation existed everywhere. Otherwise, the largest religious peasant uprising in history would not have occurred.

The surrounding vendors were all shouting and soliciting business. Jia Zhengjin seemed a little out of place inside. He just sat there and observed the surroundings from beginning to end.

Because of this, there are no customers at all.

Of course, the tables and chairs he made were not in line with this era, and people couldn't figure out what they were for, which was also a relatively important reason.

After sitting there for most of the day with no one paying attention, seeing the sun starting to set towards the west, I got up and cleared the tables and chairs.

"Hey!" When he was cleaning up, the big cake seller next to him couldn't help but asked, "What are you selling?"

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

"What are you selling?" the pie seller asked again.

The characteristic of Furla, the goddess of knowledge, is to turn the other party's words into vernacular that Jia Zhengjin can understand, that is, what are you selling?

Jia Zhengjin's answer was also translated into something the other party could understand: "I've been sitting here for a long time, haven't you noticed? This stool is for sitting on, and the table is for eating."

The big cake seller suddenly realized it, and made a tut-tsk sound like the yellow scarf soldiers guarding the door. He looked at the wooden tables and chairs with a very regretful look. He probably thought that Jia Zhengjin couldn't even make a table, so why would he build a "stool"? It was too weird. "With all due respect, this thing is useless! Jiang Chan's food table in the west of the city is exquisitely made, and it can only be sold a few times a day."

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

"Really?" Jia Zhengjin didn't care. It was normal to be unfamiliar when you first arrived!

"You look unfamiliar, aren't you from Ye County?"

"I came from the mountains and it's my first time in the city." Jia Zhengjin replied.

"Oh, a countryman?"

"Yes!"

"My surname is Fang, and my name is Dabao. Where's your brother?"

"Jia Chong!" Jia Zhengjin gave a fake name.

"Little brother Jia, you look delicate and tender, not like a countryman, but a rich man!" Fang Dabao laughed.

"Really?" Jia Zhengjin did find that the people in the city all had sallow complexions, and most of them were skinny. A young man like himself with delicate skin and flesh was particularly conspicuous. A pancake seller felt this way, so it was estimated that many people would have noticed him after sitting here for a day.

It's better to leave the city quickly and return to the temporary base first!

He quickly put the tables and chairs on the cart and tied them up. Without talking to the pancake seller, he pushed the cart towards the city gate.

Before he left the market, a group of yellow turban soldiers appeared in front of him. The leader rode a yellow-maned horse and held a steel knife in his hand, blocking his way.

Then, the yellow turban soldiers quickly surrounded Jia Zhengjin.

"General," Jia Zhengjin quickly pretended to be confused, "why are you stopping me?"

"Humph! I have ordered people to observe for a long time. You don't look like a merchant. You look sneaky. You must be a spy of the court! Come on, take him down!"

"Swish!" The long spears in the hands of the yellow soldiers were all aimed at Jia Zhengjin.