Otherworld Management Manual

Regardless of whether it was a misunderstanding or not, we have come here, and we can't make a trip in vain. Besides, Zhang Feng has nowhere to go.

Soon, the coachman led Zhang Feng to the so-called Red Leaf City, and countless blond and blue-eyed strangers secretly looked at Zhang Feng curiously.

Zhang Feng looked around, and he swore that, except for a few relatively tall pointed buildings, this was really similar to the countryside he remembered more than ten years ago.

The coachman parked the carriage on a street, trotted out of the car, bent and knelt at Zhang Feng's feet.

"You are?"

Looking at the driver's actions, Zhang Feng had a question mark on his face.

"Sir, the carriage is a bit high, please step on me to prevent slipping."

Looking at the flattering coachman, Zhang Feng felt chills. He didn't have the habit of such a nobleman, and then he jumped down with a whoosh amid the exclamation of the coachman.

Then--

Bia chirp!

Feeling the soft touch under his feet, Zhang Feng slowly lowered his head, and a disgusting stench came, and the splash of yellow Ollie was very dazzling.

Zhang Feng suddenly felt a little regretful. Since they have all come to another world, they still have to respect other people's habits, which is a bit sloppy.

Seeing that Zhang Feng didn't slip and fall, the coachman was relieved. On the contrary, he was not surprised that Zhang Feng stepped on a lump.

Zhang Feng found a clean ground, tried his best to wipe the soles of his shoes clean, and at the same time asked again with some reluctance:

"Are you sure we've come to Hongye City?"

The busiest city in the Sunset Mountains—there is shit and urine on the road? The stench is unbearable?

What about the tall city walls - the half-meter-high earth slope?

Where are the shops lined up—a gathering place for street stalls?

Hongye City——Hongye Village?

Am I wrong, or is the world wrong?

Zhang Feng covered his nose and began to doubt his life.

"Of course, this is Red Leaf City, one of the most prosperous cities in the Sunset Mountains, the territory of Baron Charles!"

The coachman didn't know what Zhang Feng was thinking, he looked proud, as if he was Baron Charles.

At this time, a group of young children in ragged clothes quietly walked up to Zhang Feng with broken bowls. Before Zhang Feng noticed, the sharp-eyed coachman immediately stood in front of Zhang Feng, and his face suddenly changed into a With an impatient look, he straightened his bent waist, and waved his hand.

"Go, go, play, don't bump into the nobleman, be careful!"

When they heard that this strangely dressed, neat and handsome man was an aristocrat, everyone immediately dispersed. The aristocrats and ordinary people can't afford to mess with them. Once they do, they will really lose their heads!

Only then did Zhang Feng know that he was regarded as a nobleman. He wanted to explain, but seeing that everyone else was wearing old and messy clothes, their complexions were yellow, their skin was rough, and their bodies exuded an unpleasant smell. Looking at myself, although the style of the clothes is a little different, they are obviously much more refined than their shabby linen clothes. In addition, I have a straight figure and a face like a crown jade, which forms a sharp contrast with them. He understood, but it was a little difficult to explain.

It can only be pretended temporarily.

"Can you show me about Hongye City?"

Now that we're here, whether it's Hongye City or Hongye Village, it's always right to learn more, so Zhang Feng extended an invitation to the coachman.

"Of course, it is my honor to serve you!"

The coachman was not at all impatient, but very happy. He waved to the crowd of onlookers, a young man who was thinner than him walked over with some fear, the coachman explained a few times, the young man looked at the coachman with envy, but obediently led the coachman's carriage left.

"By the way, what's your name?"

Both parties introduced themselves before hitchhiking, but his name was hard to remember, Zhang Feng forgot.

"Sir, my name is Cotton Peters, and you can call me Cotton."

"Good Cotton, what are these, decorations? Or weapons?"

Zhang Feng pointed to something on a booth next to him and asked.

It was more than a dozen black stick-shaped objects, about a foot long, with a rough surface and looked very hard.

"Sir, this is rye bread, which is the food of our common people. It is incomparable with the white bread you eat. You may not know it very well."

Cotton was glad that he had heard from others on the way of trade that the nobles did not eat black bread, but a food called white bread. Although he had never eaten or even seen white bread, it did not hinder It becomes a tool for showing off your knowledge.

"Oh, so it's bread..."

Zhang Feng stretched out his hand and squeezed it, it was hard and rough, not like a serious bread.

If it was a weapon, Zhang Feng felt that it was easier for him to accept it. He really wanted to ask what white bread is, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. His current personality is set as an aristocrat, and this kind of "common sense" belonging to aristocrats should not be easily asked.

The vendor on the street looked cautiously at the nobleman in front of him, and when he saw him put down the black bread, his eyes flickered with disappointment. But he didn't dare to talk too much, obviously his black bread couldn't catch the eyes of the noble lord.

In fact, black bread is not affordable for everyone, especially his pure bread without added wood chips, which is 20% more expensive than the market price. This is his first attempt, but now it seems that no one is willing to spend more 20% of the money, even if it tastes better.

Skipping through some bread stalls, Zhang Feng saw that the fabrics in this world are mostly linen. The ones sold here are all coarse linen, and the styles are also very common. The colors are black, white, and gray.

Whether it's color or texture, even the street stalls on my body can't compare.

Those cloth merchants all looked at Zhang Feng with bright eyes. If they hadn't known that Zhang Feng was a nobleman, they would have rushed to him long ago, not for anything else, but simply wanted to touch Zhang Feng's clothes. , the rich colors and delicate fabrics they had never seen before.

Unable to stand the eyes of these people, Zhang Feng took Ke Dun and left immediately.

After he left, everyone in the market was arguing about where this maple came from. Some said he was the heir of an earl, some said he was the illegitimate son of a certain duke, and some even said he was Buck. The prince of the kingdom, there are different opinions for a while.

"Sir, this is the largest and most luxurious hotel in Hongye City. As a nobleman, you can enjoy meticulous care in it! They can meet any of your requirements!"

Ke Dun pointed to the two-story gray wooden hotel, and said respectfully to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng, who was already prepared, automatically ignored the word "luxury".

At this time, there was a rush of horseshoes in the distance, and a knight in fine armor and a mask led a few attendants with swords to escort a carriage straight to the castle.

"It's the personal guard of Baron Charles! The most powerful and luxurious soldier in Hongye City! The baron is back! I heard that he went hunting a brown bear as a gift for the baroness, but... I didn't see the brown bear, it should be The hunt failed, or the brown bear was not found..."

Looking at the carriage going away after splashing mud, Ke Dun explained to Zhang Feng excitedly.

Zhang Feng glanced at it, feeling a little speechless in his heart, the baron's personal guards were indeed "luxurious", there were almost ten of them!

But he didn't care too much. Hunting such things was too far away and too dangerous for him. The most urgent thing was to arrange a place to live first.

"Okay, that's it for today, thank you for your help for such a long time, I don't have anything to give you..."

"It's a great honor to be able to help you!"

On the surface, Ke Dun looked righteous and awe-inspiring, but his little expectant eyes obviously betrayed him.

Zhang Feng reached into his backpack, groped for a while, and took out a bag of khaki items the size of a palm. As soon as he took it out, the tip of Ke Dun's nose moved. He smelled a faint milky fragrance!

Zhang Feng handed it to Ke Dun, and before he could speak, Zhang Feng explained:

"This is from my hometown... Well, biscuits, a kind of food, such a piece can probably withstand a day's hunger, of course it is the kind that does not do much heavy work, I think you may need this."

Coton didn't know what the biscuits meant, but he understood the food, especially when he heard that such a small biscuit could withstand a day's hunger, Coton's eyes lit up.

In this era of food scarcity and low productivity, food is sometimes more desirable than gold coins.

Coton carefully wrapped this exquisite compressed biscuit in cloth. Although the faint fragrance in the biscuit made him salivate, and even made him want to stop, he was not going to eat it. You must know that this is the food of the nobles!

If he sells it to those cunning businessmen in the city who like to show off, he may be able to exchange for a real estate in Hongye City, making his wife and children a city resident!

Ke Dun reluctantly bid farewell to Zhang Feng, not just because of the reward.

This is the best-tempered nobleman he has ever met, even if the other party needs it, he can help without any reward, because this is the first time he has felt so much in a nobleman since he has lived for so long Warm eyes, no discrimination, no arrogance, no superiority, and even for a moment he felt that the other party treated him as the same kind!

Of course, he knew that this was just his own illusion, the noble lord and the pariah were two completely different races, but he liked the feeling of being treated as a human being!

Zhang Feng waved to Ke Dun and walked into the largest hotel in Hongye City.