Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

After finishing writing, he took Xueyao out of the inn, hired a spacious carriage, and headed towards Liangzhou.

The official road leading to Liangzhou City was much wider and smoother than the dirt road in the county town.

The carriage ride was a bit bumpy, but not too uncomfortable.

At first, Xueyao was very interested in looking at the scenery outside the curtain, but after a while, she leaned against the carriage wall and dozed off.

Lin Feng closed his eyes to rest, occasionally lifting the corner of the curtain to peek outside and look at the unchanging fields and distant mountains.

Three days later, the carriage entered Liangzhou City.

Lin Feng directed the driver to make several turns and finally stop in front of a large mansion.

The house was located in a quiet alley in the east of the city, with two stone drums at the entrance and the vermilion gate tightly closed.

Lin Feng got out of the car, walked to the stone drum on the left, and reached inside to touch it—the key was still there.

He unlocked the door and pushed it open.

Inside is a typical four-courtyard house, complete with a front hall, central hall, rear residence, and garden.

Although there were some weeds in the yard, the house was intact, the doors and windows were tight, and the paint on the pillars was still bright.

The furniture in the main room was made of the finest wood, with exquisite carvings, and covered with a thin layer of dust.

Xueyao followed her in and immediately spotted the artificial rockery and fishpond in the corner of the courtyard.

Her eyes lit up, and she walked over quickly, her face full of joy when she turned back.

"Young master, this courtyard is truly beautiful."

Lin Feng nodded and looked around: "Hmm, the foundation is good, it can be lived in after some tidying up."

He dusted off his hands and said to Xueyao, "Go to the street and find a few old women to clean the house inside and out."

Call more people; money is not a problem.

I'm going to buy some bedding and such.

Xueyao readily agreed, "Yes, young master."

She turned and walked out, her steps light and quick, her skirt sweeping lightly across the threshold.

Lin Feng stood in the courtyard and looked up at the sky.

The sun in Liangzhou City was stronger than in Huayang Prefecture, and it felt warm on the skin.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly remembered the pair of twin courtesans Xueyao had mentioned.

Drunken Fragrance Pavilion.

I feel a little itchy inside.

There are many twins, but not many beautiful twins.

However, it's too early now; you'll have to wait until evening to go.

I strolled around the streets but didn't buy any bedding or similar items.

Lin Feng has plenty of space; he previously cleaned most of the supermarket.

You can have anything you want.

.............

It must be said that Liangzhou City is indeed more prosperous than Huayang Prefecture by more than one level.

The city wall alone was more than ten feet higher than that of Huayang Prefecture, and the bluish-gray city bricks gleamed with a cold luster under the sunlight.

Carriages and pedestrians came and went in a constant stream through the archway.

He walked around the streets and estimated that the city's population alone was at least a million.

In this world, it can be considered one of the major cities.

After wandering around for half a day, and seeing that the sun was getting higher, Lin Feng was just about to head back home when he suddenly saw a bustling scene in the south of the city.

A long street, stretching from the alley entrance inwards, was set up with more than a hundred tables for a continuous feast.

The table was littered with cups and plates, and guests were coming and going; the scene was surprisingly large.

The streets were lined with white silk ribbons, a stark contrast to the lively banquet.

Further afield, paper figures, paper horses, funeral banners, and mourning couplets were piled up to the brim.

Lin Feng became interested and strolled to a stall selling jujube paste on the street corner. He ordered a serving and chatted with the stall owner while eating.

"Boss, who died? Why such a big fuss?"

The stall owner, a thin man in his forties, looked him up and down and smiled, "Sir, you must be from out of town?"

"Yes, this is my first time in Liangzhou City." Lin Feng nodded.

The stall owner gestured towards the large mansion, lowered his voice, and said with a hint of pride, "This is the funeral of Zhang Chengwen, the former Minister of Rites."

"So he's an official." Lin Feng suddenly realized, no wonder he had such a grand entourage.

"Young master, you are unaware of this."

The stall owner got excited and started talking non-stop, "This Lord Zhang is not only a former Minister, he is also the current emperor's teacher, a proper imperial tutor."

What's even more remarkable is that he was also a leader in the literary world and a master of both calligraphy and painting.

Those calligraphy and paintings, wow, they're priceless.

Lin Feng's face immediately showed a solemn expression.

But in his mind, he was quickly making plans.

Imperial tutor.

A literary leader, a master of both calligraphy and painting, it would be a real pity if such skills were wasted.

Meeting is fate.

It seems that fate has ordained Lin Feng to inherit this responsibility.

"I see, I've learned something." He cupped his hands in greeting, his face full of sincerity.

The stall owner looked at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "Young master, do you really not know Lord Zhang? Everyone in Liangzhou City, even three-year-olds, knows his name."

Lin Feng chuckled and said, "I'm ashamed to say that I'm a rough man who only knows how to hunt and practice martial arts and never pays attention to what's happening outside the window."

I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, boss.

"Haha, no wonder, no wonder." The stall owner was relieved and enthusiastically added another spoonful of jujube paste to his plate.

Lin Feng took a few bites, then casually asked, "By the way, when will Lord Zhang be buried?"

"After noon." The stall owner looked towards the horizon. "It's probably about to start now. We have to bury them before late afternoon; that's the rule."

Lin Feng nodded, put the bowl on the stall, paid, and turned to leave.

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Instead of returning to the inn, he followed the flow of people towards the Zhang residence.

Guests flocked to the mansion, their sedan chairs and carriages completely blocking half the street.

The mansion gates were wide open, and faint sounds of chanting and funeral music could be heard from inside.

The waiters at the entrance were so busy greeting guests that they barely had time to breathe, welcoming and seeing off customers.

Lin Feng stood at the door for a moment, straightened his robes, and stepped inside.

"Young master..." The waiter at the door stopped him, his eyes questioning.

Lin Feng took out one tael of silver and handed it to the other party, saying, "I have long admired Lord Zhang's reputation, but unfortunately I am unfortunate and had no chance to meet him in my lifetime."

I've come today specifically to offer my condolences and express my sympathy.

His face was sincere, and his tone was somber. "May Lord Zhang rest in peace."

The shop assistant touched the cold silver, and his face immediately warmed up.

"Young master, you are too kind. Please come in, please come in."

He personally led Lin Feng inside and arranged for him to sit at a table in the side courtyard.

Lin Feng sat down and looked around at the courtyard filled with white mourning clothes. The mourning hall was set up in the main hall, and he could vaguely see the dark mass of people inside and the swirling smoke of incense.

His table was filled with ordinary guests, some who looked like businessmen, some dressed like scholars, and a few like him who had come "because of his reputation".

Since we're here, let's make the best of it.

Lin Feng ate the meal with a clear conscience.

The dishes were a proper funeral feast, with four cold dishes and eight hot dishes, including fish and meat, and surprisingly, they tasted pretty good.

The ceremony concluded close to late afternoon.

The master of ceremonies called out in a drawn-out voice, "The funeral procession begins—"

The funeral procession set off in a grand and imposing manner.

Lin Feng mingled among the guests, following at a leisurely pace.

The group left the city and traveled about three miles west, arriving at the foot of a mountain.

Lin Feng looked up and saw that the mountain was not high, but it was lush with trees. At the foot of the mountain stood a stone tablet with the character "Zhang" engraved on it.

Clearly, the entire mountain belongs to the Zhang family.

The funeral procession wound its way up the mountain road and stopped halfway up the mountain at a spot where it was backed by the mountain and faced the water.

With a babbling brook in front and green mountains behind, it is indeed a place of auspicious feng shui.

The burial began.

The crowd gathered around, watching the craftsmen lower the coffin into the tomb and then fill it with soil shovel by shovel.

The sounds of funeral music, weeping, and chanting mingled together.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Lin Feng quietly took a few steps back and disappeared into the forest.

The sun was setting in the west.

The grave was finally filled in, the craftsmen packed up their tools, and the guests gradually left.

The mountains returned to silence, with only the sound of the wind and birdsong remaining.

Lin Feng did not move.

He leaned against an old pine tree, closed his eyes to rest, and waited quietly.

Dark as ink.

The moon had not yet risen, and it was pitch black all around.

Lin Feng opened his eyes and crawled out from his hiding place.

He didn't act immediately. Instead, he circled the grave mound to make sure no one was around before crouching down and sneaking to the front of the grave.

The soil of the new grave is soft.

Lin Feng gathered all his strength in his palm and struck down.

boom!

The mound of earth exploded with a bang, scattering dirt everywhere.

Below the burial mound is a burial pit, and at the end of the pit is the burial chamber, where the coffin is placed.

That palm strike just now only cleared away the surface soil.

Dig a hole?

He knows this well.

P.S.: Happy Lunar New Year's Eve! Wishing all readers a Year of the Horse filled with plenty of girlfriends and, more importantly, plenty of breasts!