In the middle of the sun, Zhang Lang and his group rested in the tea shed beside the official road. There were not many guests in the tea shed, but they filled the entire tea shed.

The store owner and the waiter all came out to greet him, and the ones who served tea and snacks were served, and they were very busy.

Zhang Lang took a sip of tea and asked the store: "Store, I heard that many refugees have fled to Jingzhou?"

The store nodded and said in disgust: "Originally, our Jingzhou is beautiful and prosperous, and the people are happy, but since the refugees came, it has become a mess. In terms of public security, it has become much worse than before! Robbery, murder and robbery happen from time to time!"

Zhang Lang smiled and said, "If there is war today, only Jingzhou is still stable. If the refugees don't run here, where can they run?"

The store owner deeply feels the same, "The customer said this!"

Zhang Lang asked: "Is the store a local?"

The shop nodded, "My ancestors were actually from Hebei. Since my grandfather moved to the ground, they have taken root here." He smiled, "I am now a native of Jingzhou!" Then he asked curiously: "I think my accent of the guest seems to be from the north?"

Zhang Lang nodded, "We came from Guanzhong and brought Guanzhong specialties to Jingzhou to sell them."

The shop owner smiled and said, "I guessed that you dress up, you are businessmen who travel around the world. Since you are from Guanzhong, have you seen General Lu Bu?"

The people around Zhang Lang couldn't help but smile. Zhang Lang smiled and said, "I've seen you! I've seen you often!"

The shop owner said angrily: "Just brag! How can a general be seen at will?" Then he gestured happily: "Is Lu Bu so tall? So strong?" Judging from his gesture, Zhang Lang was more than three meters tall, two men were so tall, so tall and majestic, were he still human?

Zhang Lang laughed loudly, "It's almost the same!" He turned his head and looked ahead of the official road. He saw the distant mountains and was hazy. The rice fields on both sides of the official road were green, and he could not see at first sight. "Shop, how far is this place from Xiangyang?"

"It's not far away, it's less than twenty miles away." He pointed to a low-high hill lying next to the road in the distance, "If you turn the hill, you can see Xiangyang!"

Zhang Lang nodded, turned around and asked the store owner, "Is there a Wolonggang nearby?"

The store owner shook his head, "I haven't heard of it. I have grown up here since I was a child, but I have never heard of such a place."

Zhang Lang was surprised and thought to himself: This is the case? Didn’t Zhuge Liang live in seclusion in Jingzhou? How could there be no Wolonggang? Is it a fictional novel? Zhang Lang is confused.

I put this problem down for the time being, drank tea, had snacks, and had enough rest, and the group started back on the road.

Not long after walking, I turned over the hills and saw a huge city coming into my eyes, which was Xiangyang. Xiangyang was backed by the vast Jingshan Mountains, beside the vast Xiangjiang River, with tigers and dragons standing in the plaque, and a huge atmosphere.

The group followed the official road and headed towards Xiangyang. Zhang Lang seemed a little absent-minded. He was still thinking about what the store owner said just now.

The group came outside the city gate and saw many soldiers checking the passing pedestrians at the city gate. There were rows of soldiers wearing helmets and armors holding long spears on the city walls, looking very ready. Zhang Lang knew what was going on. Not long ago, after Sun Jian occupied Jiangxia, he was hoarding heavy troops on the border, as if he was about to fight at any time. In view of this, it was natural for Xiangyang City to strengthen its vigilance.

Zhang Lang and his group waited at the city gate for a while, and finally it was their turn. The officer looked at them, frowned slightly, and came to Zhang Lang, "Who are you? Where did you come from? What are you doing in Xiangyang?"

Zhang Lang said: "I am a businessman, I came from Guanzhong, so I naturally do business when I come to Xiangyang."

"Guanzhong?" The officer was shocked. He left Zhang Lang, walked to the carriages that transported goods, waved his hand, "Open and check." Immediately, more than a dozen soldiers came up, lifted the tarpaulin covering the surface, and opened the wooden boxes. It turned out that there were some specialties from Guanzhong.

The officer got on the carriage and searched in the wooden box for a moment, but found no problems. He jumped down, and then checked several other carriages and several mules, but found no problems.

The officer returned to Zhang Lang and looked at Zhang Lang, "Since he came from Guanzhong, can he have an official position?"

Zhang Lang took out the official document that had been prepared and handed it to the officer. The officer took it and turned it open, and found that it was indeed from Guanzhong. His original vigilance disappeared immediately. The officer returned the official document to Zhang Lang, gave it to the side, waved his hand, "Get in."

"Thank you." Zhang Lang clasped his fists and raised his hand, leading a "caravan" of more than 200 people into Xiangyang City.

As soon as he entered Xiangyang, Zhang Lang felt a completely different temperament from Guanzhong. The city of Xiangyang is filled with a strong literary atmosphere, exquisite and elegant, but it lacks the rough and heroic nature of Qinchuan, Guanzhong. The people here are dressed brightly and politely, not as casual and casual as Qinchuan and Guanzhong. Zhang Lang can't say anything better, they can only say that each has a unique charm. In fact, this is better, and each place should be different.

The group found an inn, booked a yard, and settled it temporarily.

Zhang Lang sat in the small hall to rest, thinking about the next action.

Yang Kun quickly stepped in, clasped his fists and said, "Young master, everyone has settled down!"

Zhang Lang nodded, "Go and take the box of jewelry you prepared before."

"No." Yang Kun retreated, and after a moment he hugged a wooden box and put it on a small table.

Zhang Lang stood up, walked to the small table, opened the wooden box, and immediately the pearls and treasures reflected Zhang Lang's face. Zhang Lang smiled and closed the wooden box, "It's time for us to visit General Cai Mao!"

A moment later, Zhang Lang and Yang Kun came to Cai Mao’s mansion with gifts. Yang Kun went up the steps and said to the guard who was guarding the door: "We want to see Cai Mao!"

The guard looked at Yang Kun and said angrily: "Who are you? Can you see the Grand Governor just by seeing him? Get out of here!"

Yang Kun was furious. As the captain of the Tiger Ben of the General's Mansion, he had never suffered such bird energy. He was about to explode immediately. Fortunately, Zhang Lang came up in time and held him down, took the wooden box from Yang Kun's hand, handed it to the guard, and smiled and said, "The General said he wanted to see us. This is our greeting gift!"

The guard took the wooden box and felt very heavy to get it. He was shocked. Thinking of what the other party said just now that Cai Mao promised to see them, he did not dare to neglect it, and said, "You wait, I'll report it." He turned around and entered the door with the box of jewelry.
Chapter completed!