Please don't force me to be a god.

Zhang Tian waved his folding fan and walked from the back alley to the street.

The street was bustling and prosperous, with many people, and the hawkers' cries could be heard from time to time.

Seeing Zhang Tian waving a folding fan in the cold weather, pedestrians cast strange looks at him, but no one recognized him.

Zhang Tian was very satisfied with the effect and didn't care about those strange looks.

In the future, there are more independent people, so a small look is nothing.

Walking and stopping along the way, it feels like traveling in a scenic ancient town.

But there are no modern technological equipment at all, and no one can be seen playing with mobile phone bracelets, punching in and taking pictures.

This made Zhang Tian realize that he was really in another time and space.

"Young Master, do you want to try our Lao Li's baked pancakes? They are delicious." Suddenly a voice came.

Zhang Tian looked and found that he was parked in front of a small stall.

There were half-burnt pancakes on it, and some poorly dressed people who worked as laborers were eating around.

Seeing these hard-working people chewing with big mouthfuls, and the aroma of pancakes all around, Zhang Tian's appetite was immediately aroused.

"Give me one."

"Okay."

The stall owner wrapped it with banana leaves and handed it to Zhang Tian.

The banana leaves were washed very clean, so there was no need to worry about hygiene issues. Seeing this, Zhang Tian nodded secretly.

He took a bite and it was very chewy, with a primitive flour aroma.

"Well, not bad."

The wrinkles on the stall owner's face bloomed like a flower, and he smiled and said, "Shenghui 5 coins."

"Uh..." Zhang Tian instinctively glanced at the smart bracelet.

Then he remembered that this was in ancient times and electronic payment was not possible.

But after taking two bites of the pancake, he couldn't return it, so he had to say, "Boss, I was in a hurry to go out today and forgot to bring money."

As soon as he finished speaking, people around him cast unfriendly eyes.

You ate everything, and then you said you didn't bring money. Do you want to eat for free?

If Zhang Tian had not been seen wearing scholar's clothes, he would have been scolded.

The stall owner said in embarrassment: "Sir, I am a small business, I don't sell on credit."

Zhang Tian looked at his hand, handed over the folding fan, and said: "I really forgot to bring money, why don't I give you this fan as payment for the cake."

This folding fan is well made, with paintings and poems on it.

Even if it is not from the hands of a famous artist, it is more than enough to pay for the five-cent cake.

The stall owner said: "Sir, this folding fan is much more valuable than my cake, and it is also a precious thing. We are a hardworking family with rough hands and feet, and we are afraid that we can't keep it well."

"Since you forgot to bring money, you can give it to me another day. I sell cakes here every day, so I am not afraid of not finding it."

A cake is not worth much. If it were an ordinary coolie, the stall owner might not be willing to do this favor.

But seeing Zhang Tian dressed like a scholar and taking a folding fan as collateral, he was a little afraid to accept it.

Zhang Tian said: "It's okay, you don't need to keep it, just use it as payment for the pancakes, I won't redeem it."

The stall owner still refused to take it, saying: "Young master, you see my hands are black, if I wipe the folding fan, the fan will be useless."

Zhang Tian agreed and said: "Okay, thank you. I will make up the money later."

Zhang Tian was in a good mood when he met such a simple person just after going out. He noted the location of the pancake stall and continued to stroll.

As soon as he left, Niu Er brought a few tall and strong men to surround the pancake stall.

The stall owner thought the urban management had come, so he picked up his load and ran away.

Niu Er pressed his big hand, and the stall owner could not move.

Niu Er asked, "How much did the young man eat from you just now? I'll pay for him."

The stall owner was relieved: "One big cake, five cents."

Niu Er threw a hundred coins over and said, "You are sensible and didn't make things difficult for him. This is a reward for you."

"Sir, I dare not accept this."

Although Niu Er and others were not wearing military uniforms, they had military swords on their waists. The stall owner, who was used to seeing all kinds of people, naturally recognized their identities at a glance.

Niu Er glared: "Don't tremble, I will reward you if I say reward! It's your blessing that the young man is willing to eat your cake."

After saying that, he continued to follow Zhang Tian.

The stall owner and several diners looked at each other, wondering if the young man just now was a young man from a wealthy family?

No wonder he didn't know to bring money when he went out. It turned out that his family sent someone to follow him.

However, after this incident, Zhang Tian also knew that he didn't have ancient silver coins.

When passing by many stalls, although he was greedy, he just looked at them and didn't dare to eat.

Seeing this, Niu Er and others following behind secretly blamed themselves and wanted to slap themselves a few times, blaming themselves for not preparing money for the immortal in advance.

Now the immortal wants to taste the fireworks of the world, but he loves the people and doesn't want to eat and drink for free.

Niu Er glanced at the purse in his hand and took out the silver from it.All the copper coins were poured out.

He distributed them to his men and whispered a few instructions.

Several soldiers pushed through the crowd, bypassed Zhang Tian, ​​and walked to the front.

When they saw the delicious food stalls, they threw down a hundred coins or a piece of silver, said a few words, and then continued to the next one.

Soon, someone greeted Zhang Tian enthusiastically.

"Sir, sir, come and try my mutton soup, it's guaranteed to be fresh and delicious."

Zhang Tian said, "No, I didn't bring any money today."

The mutton soup stall owner said, "No money, no money, just ask you to taste it. If you like it, come often in the future."

"Really?"

Zhang Tian was a little surprised. Was there a business method called "tasting" in ancient times?

"Of course it's true, please sit down, sir."

The stall owner hurriedly wiped the wooden stool with his sleeve, and then brought a large bowl of mutton soup, which was full of meat and steamed buns.

Just now, Niu Er asked his men to come over to give money and told the stall owner that if he saw a scholar holding a fan coming over, he should treat him to food for free.

If it was just a scholar, it would be hard to recognize him in the crowd.

But in this autumn and winter, he was waving a fan, and Zhang Tian was the only one on the whole street, so he was very easy to recognize.

The stall owner thought that some young man was out for fun, and his family was worried about him, so they sent someone to secretly arrange it.

Zhang Tian asked: "If you don't charge, then you won't lose money?"

The stall owner grinned and said: "No loss, no loss, young master, you can eat as much as you want."

The money the sergeant gave just now was at least one tael, which is one hundred coins.

For these snack stalls, a portion only costs a few coins to more than ten coins, so one hundred coins is naturally a big profit.

And they were afraid that if Zhang Tian didn't eat, the big men with knives behind him would come and take the money.

So, they were very enthusiastic.

Zhang Tian was greedy for this ancient snack, so he didn't hesitate and ate it to his heart's content.

I thought I would go back and ask General Guo for some money, and make up for it next time I go out shopping.

After eating a bowl of very filling mutton soup, Zhang Tian burped, and before he had walked a few steps, someone greeted him warmly.

"Sir, come and try my Xiangyang glutinous rice cake. I'm not bragging, my glutinous rice cake is the most delicious on this street."

"No, I just ate a lot."

Seeing that Zhang Tian was about to leave, the stall owner was anxious, wrapped a glutinous rice cake, and stuffed it into Zhang Tian's hand: "Sir, don't leave, try a small bite, it's free. If you think it tastes good, come back next time and eat a full meal."

Zhang Tian couldn't refuse the kindness, so he had to take it and eat it while walking.

I thought to myself, the people in Xiangyang City are really simple and honest.