"Does this have anything to do with Shirley Yang's dream?"
Hu Bayi asked.
Zhang Tian shook his head.
"I don't know yet, but I can be sure that Shirley Yang's dream is at least credible."
Zhang Tian said softly.
Hu Bayi nodded.
Hu Bayi didn't say anything more, his gaze fell on Shirley Yang.
Shirley Yang was clearly much better this time.
She slept quite soundly.
Zhang Tian, on the other hand, fell into deep thought, looking at the three hexagrams he had calculated.
According to the original story, after entering Southern Yunnan, Hu Bayi and his companions came to a village in search of the Tomb of the King of Offerings.
Later, they were chased by the villagers and fled to the holy land, finally finding eight stone monkey statues in a temple.
Following the stone monkey statues, the group found the location of the Tomb of the King of Offerings.
What was the connection between all this and his own hexagrams?
Zhang Tian was a little puzzled.
After thinking for a long time and not coming up with anything, Zhang Tian stopped thinking about it. What was meant to come would come, and there was no use thinking too much.
As time passed.
The next morning.
The train had been traveling for almost a day.
They finally arrived in Yunnan Province from Beili.
At the Yunnan Provincial Railway Station, a large group of people were holding their luggage, big and small.
Their clothing was very simple.
Some people who came to greet the train even wore their hometown's traditional clothing.
You might not see many young people wearing traditional robes on your travels in Yunnan now.
But it was different in this era.
The streets were full of such people because most families were still poor and couldn't afford other clothes, and these clothes were mostly made at home.
These clothes were mostly made of cotton, which was much better than the plastic clothes Zhang Tian wore in his previous life.
"Sir, where are you going? Do you need a rickshaw?"
Seeing that Zhang Tian's attire did not look like that of a local from Yunnan, a rickshaw driver quickly ran over.
It was easiest to make money from outsiders, and most of them didn't care about money.
No matter how much he asked for, it would be his in the end.
This was also the reason why things were generally more expensive at the train station.
Zhang Tian looked at the uncle in front of him, then at the rickshaw.
This rickshaw was similar to the pedicabs in Beili, but it had various names.
"I was thinking, with so many of us, old man, you can't pull us, can you?"
Fatty grumbled from the side.
"Don't worry, I have plenty of people here. Just tell me where you want to go, and I'll take you there."
The uncle had a simple smile on his face.
Zhang Tian looked at his feet.
His shoes were covered in mud, and one of his toes was even exposed.
It could be seen that the uncle was purely exchanging physical labor for money, and perhaps not even much money.
"Boss, don't we have a car?"
Fatty remembered Zhang Tian's SUV.
He thought that riding in an SUV might be better.
Zhang Tian shook his head.
"This is it."
"Uncle, how about this, call five rickshaws."
As Zhang Tian spoke, the uncle's face immediately lit up.
This was a big order.
He also received a commission for introducing customers to others.
Five rickshaws, wouldn't he earn ten yuan from this trip?
Thinking that he could earn a month's worth of money from one trip, the uncle's smile became even more genuine.
"Young man, wait a moment, I'll go call some people. You wait here, don't wander off."
"There are many human traffickers here. Little ones like you are the most popular."
The uncle said and quickly ran off in another direction.
He didn't forget to scare Zhang Tian as he left.
He was afraid that Zhang Tian would run away.
"Boss, why are we taking these rickshaws? They're slow and bumpy."
Fatty was somewhat puzzled.
Zhang Tian looked at the crowds coming and going.
He slowly said.
"We've just arrived in Yunnan, and we naturally don't know the routes or the situation here. Rickshaw drivers often pick up passengers in Yunnan and must know more than we do."
"Instead of searching aimlessly, why not ask around? Maybe we can find out something."
Zhang Tian said softly.
"Brother Zhang is right. Besides, that uncle is too pitiful. His shoes are worn out, but he's reluctant to replace them. Sigh."
Shirley Yang sighed, looking helpless.
Shirley Yang was quite kind-hearted.
"So that's how it is. As expected of the boss, you think of everything so carefully."
Fatty said, and stopped talking.
Instead, he looked around.
"Old Hu, look at their clothes and hairstyles. They're so strange. They wear silver crowns on their heads and silver jewelry on their hands. They look quite nice."
Fatty turned his head and was attracted by the surrounding scenery.
Hu Bayi also looked around.
It was his first time here too, and he was very curious about the scenery.
"If Feifei wears these traditional clothes, Fatty will definitely have his attack speed increased."
As Fatty looked, his thoughts had already drifted.
On the scene.
[Holy cow, is this what Yunnan was like back then? It looks so novel.]
[There are so many traditional clothes here. When I went last time, Yunnan was basically the same as modern times. Some young girls were wearing revealing clothes.]
[To the one above, those are Miao ethnic clothes. Don't talk nonsense.]
[Alas, the good traditional customs have been corrupted. I don't know if we can set off fireworks this Lunar New Year.]
[Bro, Christmas is fine, why set off firecrackers?]
The scene became lively for a while.
Everyone was speechless by the prohibitions from certain experts.
In previous years, there was a bit of liveliness during the Lunar New Year. Now, there was no festive atmosphere at all.
Sometimes, Zhang Tian even felt that some people were deliberately making Chinese people celebrate foreign festivals.
The scene continued.
Zhang Tian and the others didn't have to wait long.
Soon, the uncle returned with four other rickshaw drivers.
Judging by their appearances, they seemed to be in their thirties or forties.
To be honest, Zhang Tian felt a little heartbroken that he was making them pull, but this was their job.
If they didn't pull, they wouldn't have food to eat.
If there were no customers, they could only go home and starve.
"Young man, get in."
The uncle beckoned to Zhang Tian and the others.
Zhang Tian and Fatty exchanged glances and got into the rickshaws.
Zhang Qilin sat in the rickshaw, leaning back, his body gradually felt lighter, giving the rickshaw driver very little effort.
"Huh? Is this person made of paper? How is he so light?"
The rickshaw driver was a little confused but didn't think too much about it, just thinking that Zhang Qilin was too thin.
Then, everyone else got into the rickshaws.
The uncle asked.
"Young man, where are you going?"
Zhang Tian thought for a moment.
"Do you know where the Miao village is?"
Zhang Tian asked.
"Young man, I don't know which Miao village you're referring to. In Yunnan, there are too many Miao villages. There are eastern, western, southern, and northern Miao villages."
"And within each Miao village's territory, there are many smaller villages."
The uncle replied.
With the uncle's words, Zhang Tian knew he had found the right person.
"Go to the East Village."
Zhang Tian thought of the uncle who sold the Gu pottery earlier. That guy had mentioned the East Village.
Therefore, Zhang Tian believed that the East Village should have goods.
"What?"
"East Village!?"
Upon hearing the words "East Village," the uncle's face changed, as if he had thought of something terrible.