Chapter 946

Before reaching the king's house, Zhang Feng heard bursts of noisy noise.

I couldn't help but lift the car curtain. I couldn't help but straighten my eyes.

In the place where the king's house is located, there are all vendors on both sides of the street, and even some barbecue stalls.

What's more, there are Hu merchants wearing different clothes everywhere.

Zhang Feng just thought and understood.

Those who are qualified to live here are those who are either rich or expensive. They are the rich areas in the typical rich areas.

Why are so many people running here?

It's all money, but it's also because of this. There are really many people wearing fashionable clothes in this street. No, there are really many people in bright and luxurious clothes.

In Chang'an City, you can find a man dressed in gorgeous clothes. Which one is not like 250000?

But the people here are basically even servants in fashionable silk costumes, but these people are very low-key. All of them just do their own things. They are not like those steamed buns in the outer city. They look strange and want to die. They wear slightly better clothes. That guy has to spit fire in his nostrils.

But there are also some fashionable ones.

After all, Hu merchants and Zhang Feng here are sure to be the largest presence in Chang'an city.

All of these people wearing traditional costumes of the Tang Dynasty, more or less, will bring some Hu accessories to show their differences.

The integration of foreign culture makes this street the most beautiful street in Zhang Feng's task.

Even the food culture here, as well as the culture of clothing, food, housing and transportation, have been affected.

For example, the Hu cake, that is, the pulp of later Xinjiang, the Indian flying cake, and the thing that Zhang Feng can't name, but only knows that it's something strange on the betel nut leaves, and then burn it with fire and put it directly into your mouth. Unexpectedly, some people dare to try it here.

People in the Tang Dynasty are quite open-minded. After all, the richest place in Chang'an here eats and vomits ordinary things. Sometimes they come to an exotic style, which still adds some interest to life.

It can be seen that the mind of the people of the Tang Dynasty is really not generally open. Perhaps this is why there is the rule of Zhenguan and what is behind it.

Even the barbecue stand he invented has changed.

For example, the Turk's favorite sanlejiang, Tibetan wine, and Tibetan mare's milk are all placed on the wine shelf on the side of the barbecue shelf.

For selection.

Tang people rode the Turkic sweat BMW, drank the Turkic sanlejiang, ate the barbecue invented by Zhang Feng, and even some people stopped playing with their favorite birds. Instead, they rode a horse, led a Tibetan mastiff, or a pug from the western regions, and wandered around the street.

That's eye-catching.

There is no limit!

Zhang Feng sincerely gave a thumbs up to the man.

The Tibetan mastiff is taller than a calf. Zhang Fengsheng is afraid of this thing. If he goes crazy, will he eat people in the street?

However, Zhang Feng just shrugged.

It has nothing to do with him.

He simply leaned against the sedan chair and fantasized about other gardens.

A moment later, Zhang Feng opened his eyes when the sedan bearer shouted.

"Master Zhang, here we are ~!"

Hearing the speech, Zhang Feng opened the curtain and was stunned by the scene in front of him.

Outside the sedan chair, Wei Zheng and others had already stood at the front door of a mansion covering at least twice the size of the king's house elsewhere.

The two pillars at the gate are actually red sandalwood, carved with dragons and phoenixes. Obviously, this is not something that ordinary people can live in, but it seems that Zhang Feng can vaguely see that there are traces of modification.

In Zhang Feng's opinion, this place should have been inhabited by people like a prince. Zhang Feng really doesn't have time to think about who it is.

Beyond the pillar, there are two gates made of bronze and wrought iron. It's no problem that the gate and two carriages go hand in hand. What's more, the gate... Directly has the height of a house. There are two big stone lions at the gate. That guy is no less than the stone lions at the gate of the imperial city.

This time, Zhang Feng became more and more strange.

But before he asked, the ruddy eldest sun Wuji came forward with a smile and joked, "what's the matter? Is this house elegant?"

Zhang Feng, urged by Jing Shu and Zhang Yuyao, stepped out of the carriage and sighed, "it can't be described with style!"

"Lao Wei, you are the most honest one here. Tell me, which Prince once owned this house?"

"Damn it, it's just... A reduced version of the imperial city! Are you sure it's okay for me to live in it?"

Several people seemed to know that Zhang summit was so shocked. They laughed and said, "don't worry. If there are no procedures here, who dares to live? You have the title deed in your arms. What are you afraid of? Go, go, I'm waiting for a good drink!"

Zhang Feng was dizzy and hurried to the door.

At the door of the mansion, Jing Shu, who had come to manage in advance, waited for the servant girls she had bought with her private money. Once again, when she saw the people coming, these servants were already excited and worried, one by one shrinking their necks and pestling on both sides of the gate waiting for the people.

When Zhang Feng came to the door of the other garden, Zhang Shan personally took his wife and others out of the other garden with a smile, blocking the way of Zhang Feng and others: "wait."

"Come on, put on the fire basin and burn the artillery!"

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