Chapter 187: An unexpected encounter

Her long black hair was tied up by her, her skin was bright and white, her melon-shaped face was watery and bright, and her tender red lips made her look unique to the beauty of a beautiful woman in the water town of Jiangnan.

She walked out of the door.

He held a kitchen knife in his left hand and a hen in his right hand. It seemed that he wanted to kill the chicken and cook.

She was about to roll up her sleeves and cut the hen's throat with a knife, but she happened to see a handsome young Taoist priest standing at the door of her house. She couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Her dazed look had a special beauty, which was a very elegant temperament.

Jiang Feng smiled slightly at her, turned around and walked away.

He could not say that he could not move when he saw a classical beauty. The most important thing now is to complete the task. In addition, looking at the people and things in this period, it is a special visual experience.

Although it was the Xianfeng year, during this period, many foreigners in the Qing Dynasty often came to China for sightseeing.

They wore a yellow suit, a cowboy hat, black sunglasses, and a high nose bridge, which set off the high superiority of the British Empire.

Of course, in their eyes, China is already very backward at this moment, and there are many wealthy businessmen and people among the people who smoke opium. These opiums are enough to slowly fall into a country.

As opium dealers, they usually treat the Han people in the Qing Dynasty with a strong attitude towards those who sell art on the streets and coolies on the wharfs.

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, you are looking for death!" Jiang Feng walked on the street, watching the scenery of this era, feeling the difficulties of the people of this era, and was calm in his heart. At the same time, some people were indomitable and worked hard to make money just to survive in this chaotic world, which also made him feel a little moved.

However, just as Jiang Feng was feeling in his heart, a angrily scolding came from front of him, with a bit of awkward Chinese language in the mouth of the London British language.

Jiang Feng frowned and looked forward. He happened to see a monocycle among the crowds coming and going on the stone bridge in front of him. In front of the monocycle, there was a middle-aged coachman wearing a ragged, patched, with a haggard and sallow face. He was hunched over and was constantly bowing and apologizing to a British man carrying a yellowish suitcase in front of him.

He looked a little scared and hurriedly apologized: "Sorry, I didn't deliberately bump into your suitcase, I'm sorry..."

Faced with the British's strength, the coachman was filled with a hint of panic.

"Sir, look, why not forget it. Brother Zhang didn't do it on purpose. You have a lot of it, so just understand us."

Next to the coachman, there was a young man wearing a navy blue shirt. He had a simple expression on his face, and he straightened his body and pleaded with the British man.

He also pushed a monocycle, and although his face was a little thin, there was a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, and he did not lower his eyebrows to the British man.

"Yes, Brother Zhang didn't mean it, it was sir, you accidentally bumped into it just now..." The other coachman who was pushing the monocycle and dragging the dock goods shouted.

"Fake, damn it, you yellow-skinned monkeys have dirty my suitcase. Do you know, this is a box made of high-quality genuine leather. Can you afford it? Damn dog things, a lowly race...you compensate me..."

The British man was very angry. Seeing that he was actually blamed by several lowly coachmen, he was immediately furious. He stepped forward, reached out his furry arm, grabbed the collar of the coachman named Zhang, and glared.

"I'm sorry, I really didn't do it on purpose!" The coachman Zhang Ge's face turned pale and his honest face was filled with fear. That was fear of foreigners. For him, a poor man, he dared not provoke foreigners from the bottom of his heart.

Until modern times, in the reform and opening up, there were many Chinese people like Brother Zhang who feared foreigners and admired foreigners and wanted to take photos with them as soon as they saw them.

In this case, it is to admire foreign countries and fawn on foreigners. From the bottom of my heart, I feel that I am very different from foreigners, and I feel that I am not as good as a foreigner.

"Let go of Brother Zhang, he has apologized to you, why are you still holding him?" Zhang Tie, a young man with a simple and honest appearance, couldn't stand the British style, and stepped forward and slapped his hand away, trying to stop him.

"Fake Squid, yellow-skinned monkey, you are looking for death. Since he can't compensate, then come with me to meet your shitty parents and let them give me an explanation!" British Booth was very angry and kicked Zhang Tie away, who was trying to slap his hand, and kicked Zhang Tie to the ground.

However, he did not let the coachman Zhang go, but instead grabbed the coachman Zhang's braid and headed to the yamen where Guangzhou Yangcheng is located.

Think about how painful it felt when someone was forcibly pulling his braided hair. At this time, the coachman was dragged by Booth with his braided hair. His face was almost distorted in pain.

But he didn't dare to resist, and just kept bowing and begging hard.

However, Booth ignored him ruthlessly. No matter how he pleaded for mercy, he would just send it to the yamen.

The drivers around and the Qing people watching dared not speak out. Looking at the powerful British Booth, he pointed at him, and no one dared to go forward to stop his behavior.

Zhang Tie endured the pain of being kicked, and he stumbled and roared, "Let go of Brother Zhang, damn man, go to die!"

He rushed forward like a crazy bull, and hit the British Booth with his head.

The British Booth just turned around and happened to see him rushing over. He subconsciously raised his foot and rushed forward, but unexpectedly there was a severe pain coming from his ankle.

Puff!

Blood splattered, and a hole was pierced at his raised ankle. The strong and severe pain made him scream.

ah!

Bang!

The scream had just fallen, and a huge force hit him. In the shocked eyes of all the onlookers, the British Booth was knocked to fly backwards.

Finally, he flew out five or six meters, and fell heavily to the ground. The severe pain made Booth foam and rolled his eyes directly, almost fainting.

He was a little incredible, and looked at Zhang Tie who was hitting him in horror. At the same time, he held his ankle that was pierced with a blood hole the size of a thumb. The blood stained his right leg red, the inner side of his thigh was covered with blood, and the ground of the stone bridge was covered with scarlet blood.
Chapter completed!