In the evening, Feng Yin and his group appeared in front of the gate of Yuzhou Prefecture.

Just like when we arrived last time, there were long queues at the city gate. When Feng Yin and others arrived, the people lined up on both sides of the road looked here.

Zhang Yiming glanced at Feng Yin and said softly: "Don't get out of the car while you are sitting, I'll go and communicate with them."

Feng Yin nodded and whispered: "Be careful."

Zhang Yiming patted her shoulder and smiled, "Don't worry, the people here will not be harder to deal with than the people I have ever contacted."

Feng Yin had no doubts about this, and looked at him with little stars in his eyes: "Well, I believe in you."

With the trust and encouragement of his beloved woman, Zhang Yiming jumped off the carriage he had just stopped in a happy mood.

On the mule cart behind, Zhang Huishu and his sister-in-law stopped when they saw the car, and couldn't help but open the curtains and look out curiously.

I found that only my father Zhang Yiming got out of the car, but my mother didn't move.

So the sister-in-law and sister-in-law looked at each other, put down the curtain and sat back, and waited quietly for the result.

Zhang Yiming was wearing a blue Confucian robe. Accompanied by Hua Zheng, he walked through the crowd gracefully and came to the city guards.

A scholar suddenly walked out of the crowd of soldiers guarding the city, and they all looked over curiously.

Zhang Yiming told Feng Yin earlier that the Dahe Dynasty where they are now is equivalent to the Song Dynasty of Lanxing, and the status of literati has been infinitely elevated.

Therefore, Zhang Yiming, a scholar with scholarship with fame and honor, appeared, and the officers and soldiers would react in this way.

Before he could reach the door, a man who was obviously the captain of the city guard quickly came up.

He bowed with his fists: "Sir, I wonder what advice do you have?"

In this era, the word "Mr." is a general term for scholars, and it also expresses the respect of ordinary people for scholars.

Zhang Yiming: "..." Although I knew that scholars in this era had a high status, I didn't expect it to be so high.

He remained calm, but smiled gently, and replied in a gentle and noble manner: "I am about to participate in this autumn boudoir, so I brought my family to the mansion to prepare for the exam in advance."

While speaking, he also pointed back at his convoy and signaled that the other party was not talking nonsense.

"It's easy to say."

Seeing this, the city guard captain hurriedly signaled behind him, "Sir, please get in the car, please let them go, please let me go."

"Thank you, I've written down you."

Zhang Yiming glanced at the person in front of him deeply, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

"Sir, you are a little Wang Xiaosan, the young commander of the Yuzhou City Guard, is not worthy of the concern of the teacher."

Wang Xiaosan was happy when he heard Zhang Yiming's words, but said in a very humble manner, "If you have any needs, just send someone to notify me."

You know, if a soldier like them can have some connection with any scholar, it will be a good thing for his ancestors to burn high incense.

Just now, Zhang Yiming said that remembering him means that he has inherited the love of Wang Xiaosan. If there is a need in the future, he will help him according to the situation.

How could this not make Wang Xiaosan excited and happy?

"You're very good."

Zhang Yiming felt funny, but he praised the other party seriously on his face, "I have recorded it."

"In the future, I will be able to learn about the situation in the city."

As he said that, he patted the other person on the shoulder, looking at the man's dark face, blushed.

He then withdrew his hand, turned around and returned to his convoy with Hua Zheng, signaling the mule cart behind to follow, and then he got on the carriage.

"So fast?"

Seeing that he came back not long after, Feng Yin couldn't help but ask curiously.
Chapter completed!