Chapter Four, Prince of Great Britain

Wen Fei was violently thrown to the ground, landing in a disheveled state, and the jade pendant in his hand was knocked out. Startled, Wen Fei immediately lunged for the jade pendant, as it was his only hope of returning.

Wen Fei could not see any of this; he was firmly pressed to the ground, with a foul smell of rotten mud filling his mouth and nose. The area where he was pressed down was also faintly aching. Poor Wen Fei, who had never suffered such torment since his birth, naturally cursed all these people in his heart.

Hmm, not a monk. Why keep such short hair? Do you not understand the principle that hair is a gift from one's parents?

It is easy to imagine what this outfit can hold. It seems he hasn't even brought his phone or wallet. Wait, he appears to be holding a piece of ancient jade. Wen Fei suddenly realizes his situation; it seems he has crossed over, and the culprit appears to be this piece of ancient jade. So, is there still a way for him to return? How can he go back?

"Yes, Officer Zhang!" Someone picked up the jade pendant and presented it with both hands

The most sold item in this place is not anything else, but sheep. Everywhere one can see people selling sheep. He then looked towards another area and immediately discovered something valuable.

With such a discovery, looking around, one finds that this unassuming rural market is filled with treasures. To the east, there are sheep, live sheep. To the west, there are vegetables, fresh and vibrant vegetables that are clearly free from pesticides.

At this moment, several men dressed in red military uniforms rushed over with straw ropes and other items, causing the people on both sides to scatter as if they were facing a flood or a ferocious beast. In an instant, chaos ensued, reminiscent of the panic that occurs when city management arrives at a night market.

The sugar figurines and the straw crafts are all trivial items that fail to capture Wen Fei's attention. However, there are certain things that caught Wen Fei's eye, even causing his Adam's apple to bob as he swallowed.

It is said that in the vegetable market, there are occasionally rural farmers whose authenticity is uncertain, selling vegetables that claim to be pesticide-free, yet are riddled with insect holes and have yellowing leaves. One wonders how many elderly men and women crowd and scramble to buy them. Green, natural, environmentally friendly, eat with peace of mind!

Wen Fei swallowed hard with a gulp, thinking to himself that this was still a chicken, but it clearly looked like an eagle. Do chickens really get this big and look so spirited? In Wen Fei's memory, the chickens bought from the market seemed to be the kind that were barely alive, the sort that wouldn't even run away if placed on the ground

A calm yet authoritative voice said: "Bring that jade pendant to me!"

For a moment, I found myself scratching my head, unable to think of anything valuable I possessed that I could offer. Wen Fei, on the other hand, was wearing a cartoon character T-shirt, and his beach shorts were particularly flamboyant. The shirt featured a two-dimensional beauty playfully sticking out a cute pink tongue towards the center of her crotch area.

That Officer Zhang held the jade pendant in his hand, playing with it for a moment or two, before speaking lightly: "Who are you? Why are you dressed this way? You do not look like a monk."

Perhaps these are all non-mainstream ancestors! Wen Fei secretly complained. He saw many people again, their foreheads shaved clean but leaving a tuft of hair, with the sides hanging down. Each one was tall and strong, and upon seeing Wen Fei looking over, they immediately stared back with eyes as big as light bulbs.

Is there a place better than this? Speaking of which, in this day and age, are there still things like pesticides and fertilizers? Wen Fei's appetite was whetted, and he almost couldn't help but excitedly pull out cash to make a lavish purchase. Finally remembering, he looked at the scene before him; the currency being used was all copper coins, not the banknotes featuring the images of great leaders.

Indeed, as Wen Fei mentioned, this market is truly a small rural fair. Moreover, it is not a fixed town with shops, but rather a grass market where local people gather to trade on the first and fifteenth days of the month from the surrounding villages. Such gatherings may still be preserved in some remote villages in later generations. Younger homebodies, like Wen Fei and his peers, can only imagine such scenes through television and literature

It was not until this moment that Wen Fei, this thick-skinned fellow, realized that things were not looking good; his situation seemed rather precarious

"I am not a person of Middle-earth; I am a prince from the overseas continent of Europa, Great Britain..." Wen Fei spoke nonsense.

Wen Fei had a short haircut, which indeed resembled that of a monk in this era. Not every monk can have the conditions to have their heads shaved to a shiny gloss like those depicted on television

Oh, so he is a barbarian; no wonder he is so uncultured, dressed in such an indecent manner! That Zhang, the military officer, softened his tone a bit. If the people under his rule dared to dress like this, they would have long been beaten half to death and paraded through the streets for public humiliation.

I am not a dog, Laozi thought, as Wen Fei was initially taken aback. It took him a while to regain his senses, and he felt a surge of anger. However, it was merely anger; being bound by three strong men like this left him helpless. Not to mention that he was just a reclusive man who could only scare others with his spirit, even if he were a master of internal martial arts, he would still be unable to resist in this situation.

These individuals said little, indiscriminately fastening a noose around Wen Fei's neck, and then proceeded to leave.

His actions naturally drew the attention of others, and he was firmly pressed down by someone on the shoulder: "Do not move!"

These accents are somewhat strange, resembling a certain dialect. Wen Fei finds it difficult to understand and exclaims, "I am not a monk, I am not a monk"

Rudely pushed forward by someone, I walked several hundred meters and exited the market. There, I saw an extraordinary person sitting under a large tree, appearing relaxed and at ease

"Oh, these people are dressed quite strangely!" Wen Fei remarked. In addition to those dressed in coarse cloth, there were even some individuals wearing what seemed to be clothing made from sheepskin, resembling that of ethnic minorities. Their hair was shaved on one side, with numerous small braids hanging down. The ends of their whips were often adorned with peculiar decorations, such as wolf teeth.

Whether the chicken or the egg came first is a philosophical question that Wen Fei, who is caught up in trivial matters, would naturally not ponder. After he has eaten and drunk his fill, he is even less inclined to consider such a boring topic. He simply knows that where there are sellers of eggs, there must also be sellers of chickens. As expected, as Wen Fei's gaze swept around, he spotted a proud and lively rooster.

It turns out to be an egg, and a free-range one at that! In this day and age, wanting to eat an egg has become a luxurious affair. Originally, there were at least some quality eggs produced from feed or even artificial eggs that tasted good. Now, with an avian flu outbreak that is even more severe than the Korean wave, these items are no longer available. Especially these authentic free-range eggs, which are sold at an exorbitant price of seventeen to eighteen yuan per jin, and even then, one may not necessarily get the real deal. However, what is in front of me here is definitely not counterfeit! Especially these authentic free-range eggs, which are sold at an exorbitant price of seventeen to eighteen yuan per jin, and even then, one may not necessarily get the real deal. However, what is in front of me here is definitely not counterfeit!