Nan Sha was very big. The prosperous places were very prosperous, and the remote places were also very remote. Because of the vast territory, the cities were almost all very far apart from each other.
Fortunately, the scenery along the way was also extremely beautiful. At least Yi Feng had seen some scenery along the way that he had not seen in his previous life.
"Sir, I..." At this time, Wu Yonghong came over and stammered: "I just received a message that there is some trouble at my home that I need to go back to resolve, and because it is more troublesome, I also want to borrow a few people to help. I still hope that the sir will agree."
Hearing this, Uncle Wang and others also came over when they heard the news.
"Oh, what happened at your home?" Yi Feng asked quickly, also knowing in his heart that Wu Yonghong was not actually a person from Pingjiang City.
"A little trouble, it's a long story, but I won't bother the sir to worry about it." Wu Yonghong quickly said, "I just hope that the sir and everyone can agree."
"What agree or not agree, if there is something to do, go back and resolve it quickly!" Yi Feng quickly said, "As for you saying that you want them to help, I will naturally have no opinion. You only need their own consent."
After speaking, Yi Feng looked towards Uncle Wang and the others.
"We are all old friends, and when a friend is in trouble, we should help." Uncle Wang said with a smile.
"As long as the sir has no opinion, I will naturally have no problem."
"Yes, we are all old friends."
For a while, the others also expressed their stance.
Seeing this, Wu Yonghong was immediately grateful and bowed to everyone.
"Thank you sir, thank you all!"
Seeing this, Yi Feng said again: "Old Wu, don't be so polite. If it is really troublesome over there, if you need me, just let me know."
Hearing this, Wu Yonghong was moved to tears. The anxiety that was originally on his face dissipated a lot instantly.
For him, this sentence from Yi Feng was an absolute guarantee.
After packing up a bit, Wu Yonghong took Pork Rong, Uncle Wang, Lu DaSheng and others on the trip.
And after everyone left, Yi Feng realized that it was extremely quiet, leaving only him with Lu Benwei and the dog.
But it was also good. Having less people also had the benefits of having less people.
After a short break, one person, one skeleton, and one dog set off again on the spring tour.
When they arrived at the next city, Yi Feng was already starving with hunger pangs.
Adding insult to injury was that this city was very small. Yi Feng had wandered around for half a day before finding a restaurant.
But when he walked in and took a look, he found that it was already full and there was no vacant seat at all.
This really troubled Yi Feng.
It was hard to say whether there would be vacant seats at the next restaurant. If he waited here for a table, he didn't know if he would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey.
However, Yi Feng noticed that the table by the upstairs window had only one person eating.
It was a middle-aged man, dressed gracefully, with a ruddy complexion.
At the same time, there was also a man in black standing behind him, who looked like a guard. It was clear that this man had some status.
After hesitating for a moment, Yi Feng walked over there.
Seeing Yi Feng walk over, the guard in black took a step forward, trying to stop Yi Feng.
However, the middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Step back."
After speaking, he looked at Yi Feng, surveying him with interest.
He was very curious what this young man was coming over for.
Under his surveying gaze, Yi Feng smiled and cupped his fist, asking, "Brother, I'm really hungry. Since there are no vacant seats, may I share a table with you?"
The middle-aged man surveying Yi Feng raised his eyebrows.
The corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
Share a table?
It seemed no one had dared to sit opposite him and eat before!
"Sit," he said, unexpectedly stretching out his hand.
Good guy.
Yi Feng was overjoyed in his heart. He cupped his fist at the middle-aged man and plopped down on the seat.
Seeing this, the guard's face darkened slightly.
But since the middle-aged man didn't say anything, he naturally didn't dare act rashly.
Soon, several dishes were brought up to the table.
Yi Feng immediately started eating without saying anything. After a few bites, he felt very satisfied.
Washing it down with a mouthful of wine made him even more satisfied.
He promptly ordered a pot of wine, but one sip made him feel it was extremely unpalatable.
Just as Yi Feng was at a loss, he noticed that next to the middle-aged man was an exquisite small bottle with a faint scent wafting from it.
This made Yi Feng's eyes light up instantly.
"Uh, bro, can I drink some of your wine? The wine here is really too unpalatable." Yi Feng said with a smile.
As soon as these words fell, the guard's eyes flashed coldly.
This man really had a lot of guts!
The middle-aged man was also greatly surprised.
It was one thing to share a table with him, but he actually wanted to drink his wine too?
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