Zhangjiakou gave Muyang the impression of gray, the gray city wall before entering the city, which is part of the Great Wall, with four large characters "Dahao River Mountain" engraved on the gate, originally golden lacquer The big words are already mottled and worn out, revealing a decline.

  Entering the city, the houses are gray bricks and tiles, the streets are gray ash roads, people wear mainly black and gray clothes, and their faces also have a grayish complexion, its obvious that they have been suffering from long-term malnutrition.

  Originally the first city outside the pass, Zhangjiakou, which was once prosperous with horse caravans, tea leaves and markets, has now become like a dead city, with few pedestrians, no merchants in sight, and the most people on the streets are probably just beggars.

  The rickshaw stopped in front of the Yankeelou gate, and Moyang looked around. This was a relatively high-end restaurant. Moyang looked at the rickshaw driver with suspicion, and the driver quickly said: "Sir, there is an inn behind the Yankeelou building, which is one of the best hotels in Zhangjiakou."

  Muyang didnt bother with him and directly threw a large sum of money at him, enough for the two of them to split.

  "Shall we go in?" Murong said to Xia Kejun as he picked up his suitcase.

  The shopkeeper had already seen a couple coming down from the car, and judging by their clothes, they didnt look like locals. The shop assistant quickly came out to greet them: "Sir, madam, please come in."

  "Wed like to stay here, where is your best room? Can I take a look first?" asked Mu Yang.

  "No problem, our best room is a separate small courtyard, absolutely quiet and comfortable, follow me." He said, leading the way, bringing Mu Yang and Xia Kejun to the backyard.

  There are three separate small courtyards passing through the side gate, and the outside hutong can also enter and exit directly without going through the banquet hall, which is quite convenient for traveling.

  As I walked in, I found that this place was actually similar to a residential area. Its likely that it was converted from a residential house. The main house has east and west wings, with a 20-square-meter small courtyard outside. Once the door is closed, you can live here comfortably.

  The decoration of the main room is not luxurious but clean, with green bricks on the ground. The house is very clean and the sleeping area in the inner room is actually a kang, covered with mats and satin quilts. There are two chests at the head of the bed, with several quilts on top.

  This is just a decoration for home, and Mu Yang has a feeling of walking into a farmhouse.

  "Its okay, how much is the bill?" Muyang put down his suitcase on the ground.

  "Youre satisfied, thats all. This courtyard costs one silver coin per day, including meals. Is it a deal?" the attendant said cautiously.

  This price is a bit expensive. In fact, in the past when Zhangjiakou was prosperous, there were many people living in this courtyard for one yuan per day. However, now that its chaotic and few people are staying at hotels, even fewer merchants come to visit, and even if they do, they wouldnt be willing to spend one yuan on a single courtyard. So, to say the truth, one yuan per day is indeed a bit expensive nowadays.

  But Muyang didnt care and said: "Okay, but hows the food youve prepared?"

  "Four dishes and one soup, two meat and two vegetarian, plus staple food, wine and water are extra." The shopkeeper heard Mu Yangs response and happily explained to him.

  "What do you think?" Mu Yang turned his head and asked Xia Kejun, Xia Kejun nodded.

  "Thats it for now, lets take a break. Well have lunch delivered directly at noon." Mu Yang instructed.

  "Alright, sir. Ill go get you some hot water. Also, it gets quite chilly at night around here. If you need anything, just let us know and we can have someone light the kang for you, so you can sleep comfortably." The attendant said this and then left.

  Muyang thinks this service is pretty good, and its worth spending this amount of money.

  After the buddy reminded him, Muyang only remembered that this was not Tianjin. In Zhangjiakou in September, the daytime temperature might be around 25 or 26 degrees, but at night it might only be 6 or 7 degrees. If you dont burn a kang, it will really be very cold.

  "After lunch, Ill go out and take a stroll around the street, first to get a feel for the situation, then see if theres an opportunity to make a move." Murong said as he sat down on the kang.

  "Thanks for your hard work, Brother Mu." Xia Kejun said.

  "Lets not be so polite, I also hate those traitors to the bone. Besides, he caused your family to break up and perish, he absolutely deserves to die."

  "I want revenge, but Brother Mu also needs to protect himself. If its not convenient, well look for another opportunity. I dont want Brother Mu to get into danger because of my business."

  "I know, right? If you had the chance, have you ever thought of killing with your own hands the murderer who killed your parents?" Murong Yang said to Xia Kejun.

  The girl was at a loss for words for a moment.

  "I, I dont know, I have hated Pin so much that it has become a part of my bones, and I have even dreamed of killing him with my own hands. But when the time comes, I dont know if I will dare to do it." Xia Kejun said, lowering her head.

  Xia Kejun had already shed tears, and Mu Yang walked up to hold Xia Kejuns shoulder and said softly: "I can understand, after all youre a girl, its inevitable to be afraid. But I hope youll become stronger, dont be sad about your parents things anymore. Once weve avenged them, you must live a good life, be a happy girl, okay?"

  "I understand, Brother Mu. I will definitely become stronger." Xia Kejun nodded firmly in response.

  After lunch, Muyang came out of the hotel and hailed a rickshaw on the street. "Do you know where Chairman Yu Pingqings residence is?"

  "The biggest house on Nantong Street is it." The driver replied hastily.

  "Alright, heres a silver dollar for you, take me over." He said, tossing the driver a silver dollar and getting on the cart.

  The carman took the silver dollar with both hands, rubbed it in his palm for a moment, and a pleased expression appeared on his face. He put the silver dollar into his close-fitting pocket and said: "Sir, please sit tight, lets go."

  The rickshaw driver didnt slow down, running for over ten minutes, passing more than three streets before stopping in front of a large gate. He put down the rickshaw and turned his head to look at Mu Yang, saying: "Sir, were here."

  Muyang did not move, but remained seated in the car, looking at this large gate. The courtyard wall was still made of green bricks, but there were intricate carvings on the gate tower, showing that this family was extraordinary. At the entrance stood two guards, slouching and carrying rifles, with a sloppy appearance.

  The local people acknowledged it and then observed the surrounding situation.

  "Alright, lets not visit Chairman Yu today, well talk about it another day. Lets head back for now."

  "Ah", the driver didnt understand what was going on, gave a big tip, arrived at the destination but didnt get off, isnt this a waste? But rich people are all like this, hes just a driver, no qualification to ask questions.

  He picked up the carriage handle and sent Mu Yang back to the guest house.

  Mu Yang didnt enter the guest house, but instead walked through the alley and went home directly after making sure no one was around.

  This trip to Mu Yang wasnt in vain. On the way, he had been thinking about his plan to take action and after several revisions, he finally had a solid plan in mind. He still needed to prepare some things and would need to come back to ask for Ma Haos help, so when he returned to the hotel, he didnt enter the room but instead directly crossed back into modern times.

  It was just past noon in modern times, and Mu Yang changed his clothes and went straight downstairs to take a taxi to Liulichang.