Chapter 105 (1/2)

Huang Xuan had imagined many times of him traveling to a familiar world. However, when he actually arrived in one, he realized that all his ideas were just his impractical imagination.

Thanks to the unlucky traveler's ordinate, they reached their destination, P176T0W3609. It was the year 192 AD, which was the third year of Ping in the early Han dynasty of China, when the three kingdoms were fighting against one another, a time full of heroes.

Huang Xuan had never finished reading the Three Kingdoms. He couldn't go on reading when he read about Guan Yu's death. To youths like him, life was like a fairytale; they expected stories where the prince and the princess lived happily ever after; they couldn't understand why there were more tragedies than comedies in reality. Huang Xuan never understood how such a hero like Guan Yu could fail in Mai City. He sometimes imagined if he had been in Mai City at that time, he would have picked up a six-barrel Gatling and killed all the enemies or provided Guan Yu with tens of thousand dans (1 Dan = 50 kg = 110 lbs.) of grains.

In the year 192, Dong Zhuo was at the peak of his life while Liu Bei was planning the future with his two sworn brothers.

”Where is this place?” Huang Xuan observed his surroundings slowly. He had landed on a lane in the city, with a few people nearby. Most of the houses were built with wood, and a few with thatch. Two-floor houses could hardly be seen. The only taller buildings were the bell towers in the distance.

”This is Changan City. We can stay here for 15 days and it will only be three days in P112.”

”Is this what the code does?” Huang Xuan didn't show much interest in Changan City. He had thought the three kingdoms at war were supposed to be full of opportunities, like the legendary American dream.

”It's a pity that it isn't a high-grade code and can only be used once. Otherwise, we would be able to confirm the ordinate of this place.”

Huang Xuan didn't think so. He was still thinking about the three kingdoms. The history of the hard work of hundreds of men has inspired hundreds of millions of people.

It was early spring with blue sky. Huang Xuan took off his thick clothes and Rolin put them in the pa.s.sage.

Voices came from afar. Huang Xuan was happy although he couldn't hear them clearly. He walked out of the lane in a long-sleeved s.h.i.+rt, looking quite strange in that time.

The streets were full of people in rugs. The a.s.sistants in stores were all spiritless and paid no attention to customers. Horses were not allowed to be on the street. Girls and women wandered in shops.

The rice shops of Changan were all at the east market. The price was rather high during the war. Huang Xuan walked into a store and sold a few dou of rice. The money he got was enough to get himself a set of black clothing. He didn't try to sell more rice. Since he had 15 days, he was thinking of making a good plan to earn money and get buffer zone energy.

From the materials Rolin had given him, gold was cheap in the Han dynasty, but transporting gold would consume too much energy, so it was unworthy. Among all the legacies the Han dynasty had left to the world, jade was the most valuable, which was also impossible to take back home. There were a few paintings and books too, but the prices were not so satisfactory. Huang Xuan wandered around in the street, rubbing his face. It was an old city but seemed lifeless. The pressure of living showed on every face.

If Huang Xuan hadn't paid attention to the clothes of the residents, he would have thought they were living in modern Hong Kong where people had a fast-paced lifestyle. There was no happiness of living in a capital city but anxiety on their faces. Everybody was busy and n.o.body was loitering in the street.

Huang Xuan looked around as Rolin was telling him about the time. Suddenly, people shouted and horses neighed nearby. Huang Xuan checked. It turned out that an old woman had stopped a sedan to cry out for justice. Although Huang Xuan had seen such scenes a lot on TV, he was touched by the sorrowful cries.

Her words couldn't be heard clearly. It sounded that it was about her daughter being abducted. ”Please help me, Lord Stu,” the woman cried, but the person in the sedan was never seen.