The eyes of the local tea drinkers were strange, angry, depressed and confused.
That kind of confusion is not concealed at all, and it is an emotion that can be understood at a glance.
The foreign nobles here were stared at inexplicably, and no one liked being surrounded by such gazes.
Among them, Zhou Pengxian, the son of the Minister of Justice's family, couldn't help but said, "What are you looking at?"
"I'm wondering why you gentlemen are so pedantic." The person who answered was the storyteller.
"You say we are pedantic?" Zhou Peng said incredulously. The folding fan in his hand was pointed directly at the storyteller, "An old scholar from a border town. At this age, I am afraid that he has not even been admitted to the scholar's exam, so he is willing to become a sideshow storyteller. His stomach is full of low-quality ink. How can he have the courage?" Call us pedantic."
No one would be happy to be eliminated in this way. The job of storyteller is very prestigious in Beiyuan City, especially the storyteller who tells the stories produced by Siye Mansion is a public official and is very popular among the people of Beiyuan City.
The storyteller had a cold expression on his face, and the expressions of the tea-goers beside him were also not good-looking.
"Young Master, what you said is very unpleasant."
"Storytelling is just a sideshow."
"If you don't want to hear it, just don't listen. Why bother to hurt others with your words?"
"I thought that people coming from the Imperial City must be well-informed and elegant. But it turned out that they didn't go anywhere and had very little knowledge."
Foreign young men, including Zhou Peng, were equally embarrassed by such comments.
"You bunch of border town villains!"
"Ridiculous."
Seeing conflicts between the two sides aroused.
The shopkeeper quickly came out to mediate.
"Everyone calm down, calm down, otherwise, everyone's tea money will be free of charge today."
The shopkeeper came to Zhou Peng and said kindly: "This young master is really sorry."
Zhou Peng snorted coldly. He was about to say that apologizing was useless, but he heard the shopkeeper's next sentence: "If you and your friends don't like the stories told in the teahouse, there is no need to embarrass yourself and continue to stay here. How about changing to a place you like?" Let’s get together.”
Zhou Peng heard the meaning of the words and said angrily: "Are you driving me away!?"
The shopkeeper said: "Whatever the young master said, I can't do anything about it. I just don't want you to drink tea and get angry."
He looked like he was thinking about Zhou Peng and the others, but Zhou Peng and the others were not fools. How could they not understand that they were chasing people away.
I thought that all of them were young men from aristocratic families in the imperial city, and none of their father or brother was a court official. This time, they traveled with the monarch, so it was a matter of honor for Beier.
The people in this barren border town may only have the opportunity to meet a noble person once in their life, but they don't know how to treat him with caution and even speak rudely.
"Evil people!" Zhou Peng shouted.
He was originally a dandy in the imperial city, someone who dared to secretly commit crimes under the emperor's feet. At this time, he didn't even think about restraining himself, so he kicked the shopkeeper in anger.
He was an adult, wide and fat, and if he kicked him hard enough, he would have to stay in bed for ten days and a half.
The shopkeeper didn't expect him to suddenly make a move, so he jumped to the side in fright, but he reacted quickly and avoided it.
Zhou Peng, who hadn't kicked anyone, couldn't hold back his strength. The sound of tearing and the screams of people sounded at the same time, and Zhou Peng was forced to do a one-shot.
Everyone in the tea house was stunned by this series of changes. Only when they saw Zhou Peng's embarrassed appearance did they react and burst into laughter.
"Come on, come on!" Zhou Peng shouted miserably.
He had a boy and a guard with him, and now the boy hurriedly helped him.
Zhou Peng, who was pale and blue, shouted angrily to the guards, "Arrest them all and send them to the government office for punishment!"
The guard hesitated. With so many people in front of him, which one should he catch first?
Zhou Peng: "What are you still doing?"
Seeing that the master was angry, the guards had no choice but to move and decided to arrest the shopkeeper first.
The incident happened in this shop, and it was the shopkeeper who injured the owner.
"Here comes someone." The shopkeeper didn't take it easy either.
Four thugs from the teahouse came in response and fought with the approaching guards.
Originally, the guards did not pay much attention to these four thugs wearing bunts. Such a rabble had not even practiced serious internal martial arts. No matter how many they came, they were just a rabble.
A fist bump.
Guard: "..."
What's going on with this brute force! ?
The arm, the arm is going to be broken.
In a four-on-one situation, the guard was detained on the ground in just two breaths.
Not to mention Zhou Peng's face turned red with anger, the other young men who were about to watch the show were also dumbfounded.
And the comments of the people in Beiyuan City made them even more embarrassed.
"Is this how the Imperial City's guards are?"
"There's not much we can fight."
"I feel like I can defeat you with this level of skill."
"I'm so disappointed. Is this the noble man from the Imperial City? Even the junior students of the government school are more reasonable than them."
Zhou Peng and others: "..."
It turns out that unintentional ridicule is more hurtful than intentional ridicule.
The doubts on the faces of these local people were so genuine, indicating that they were really wondering why the people from the Imperial City were so imbecile.
There are many such examples on the streets of Beihara City, but not all of them are as serious as the teahouse.
Differences in humanities, differences in identity, differences in outlook, and differences in various aspects can easily cause conflicts between the two parties.
After reading a few times, Zuo Si vaguely understood what Mi August meant, but he still needed to confirm with Mi August.
"Let them stay for a while and let the people of Beiyuan City get along with them up close so that they can experience for themselves that the nobles in the Imperial City are not as perfect as they thought. In this way, their awe and humble thoughts towards those nobles will fade away. Go, this is more effective than using your mouth to ask them not to fear the imperial power."
"Such a difference will make them more clearly aware of how precious the favor given to them by the God Lord is, and they will gradually have a clear picture of who is better and better between believing in our Lord and fearing the imperial power. In turn, those imperial cities Visitors will also understand the power of God through personal contact, which will be of great benefit to preaching in the future."
The more Zuo Si said, the clearer the ideas in his mind became.
"The Emperor of Yi State brought these dandy boys to Beiyuan City and allowed them to wander around Beiyuan City, fearing that they might be tempted. The fourth prince was not an idiot, nor did he not understand the huge difference between spiritual masters and mortals, but he took the lead and Siye Mansion disciples fighting together is also a test."
"The ultimate beneficiary of this game is us."
After finishing speaking, Zuo Si felt refreshed, and it was pleasant to look at the bustling streets of Beiyuan City.
Mi August said: "There are many talented children in Beiyuan City. After being baptized by Lingxi Flower, their physical fitness and inspiration have been enhanced in all aspects, but they don't have enough training time."
Zuo Si: "The children your Highness mentioned include other people besides the disciples of Si Ye Mansion?"
Mi August nodded and said with a smile: "Don't you think those children are a little carried away?"
Zuo Si agreed very much, but there was still envy, jealousy and hatred in his heart.
Mi August said: "The scuffle on the training ground just served as a wake-up call for them, letting them understand that talent alone is not enough, ordinary and powerful warriors can also defeat them."
Zuo Si didn't see the melee, but it was not difficult to guess.
The disciples of Si Ye Mansion can definitely defeat the royal guards, forget about those young masters like Qiao Huai, and what Mi August said was referring to Qiao Huai's newbies.
"Yi Zhen has accomplished a good thing for us in advance." Mi August said with a smile, "After this fight, you will choose people to go to Lingzhou for training. Those little guys will not mess around with this for the time being, and will do more. Study hard."
