Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Feng Lan activated the skill [Lihuo Huahong] and with the wind-based ability under his feet, he easily caught up with the horse-riding yamen runners.

After riding for more than ten minutes, the dirt road connected to a solid bluestone road which was obviously much better. After following for a while, Feng Lan could already see the shadow of the gray city wall in front. The wall was tall and wide, at least four meters high. There was a moat around the city, and there were many small people queuing below.

Feng Lan only followed here, leaving an inconspicuous petal on the yamen runner as a mark, and then she climbed up the mountain next to her.

Thanks to the mountainous environment here, Feng Lan can see the city from the mountain.

The entire city was surrounded by tall walls into a long rectangle, with a moat outside. From Feng Lan's angle, he could only see a portion of the buildings that were taller than the city walls. On the fourth or fifth floor, the fact that such tall wooden buildings could be supported showed that the technology of the Great Yan Dynasty was quite advanced.

Feng Lan could see that those queuing to enter the city would be checked for passes by the soldiers guarding the city before they could enter. The yamen runners carrying corpses on horseback also took out their service badges for inspection before they could enter.

If Feng Lan wanted to sneak in through the main gate, it would be almost impossible for her without a pass.

She didn't even know what a guide looked like.

Feng Lan calmed down and took out a telescope to look at the people's clothes.

Most of them are ordinary blue-gray, white, black, blue and other easy-to-dye colors. Most men wear shorts that cover their hands and feet. There are few women. Women wear clothes with more fabric, a bit like a skirt, with their hair tied in a bun on their heads. Those who can afford it wear one or two bright pearl flowers.

All the trees within a hundred meters of the city wall had been cleared away, and the land had been turned over and compacted. If Huahua went over there, it would be too conspicuous, so Feng Lan stayed on the mountain for the whole afternoon. Fortunately, she also met a group of merchants entering the city.

Feng Lan, who was eating self-heating beef brisket rice at the time, immediately perked up.

There were more than thirty merchants in this group, pulling four carts with horses and goods wrapped in oilcloth on the back. Judging from their clothes, they were basically different from ordinary people.

The guy in front who should be the manager was wearing something that looked more like silk and in brighter colors. There were a few people in the caravan who were obviously martial artists, with steady steps, bulging temples, and sharp eyes.

The perceptive Feng Lan noticed that the other party glanced at her, so she quickly looked away.

He wrote down "suspected internal martial arts" in the notebook, and in front of it were Feng Lan's guesses such as "developed cloth making technology", "basic hygiene habits", "developed urban commerce", "highly skilled craftsmen", etc.

This time when entering the city, not everyone in the caravan took out a pass. Only the leader, who was wearing bright yellow clothes, showed something to the soldiers at the city gate. After they paid the fee and checked the goods, the soldiers let them into the city.

"Sir, it seems someone is watching from the mountain."

"Don't worry about it, let's go into the city first."

The chief manager didn't take it seriously. They had already reached the city gate, and even the bandits wouldn't dare to attack. After handing over the goods to the soldiers, the group pulled the heavy truck into the city. This batch of goods cost a lot of money to bring back, and nothing could go wrong at this time.

Feng Lan waited until dusk before the petals left on the yamen runner were picked off.

The petals left by Huahua on the yamen runner went straight to one place after he entered the city, and stopped near the south of the city, moving in a small range. Feng Lan guessed that the yamen runner had returned to the yamen to work.

It was not until six o'clock in the afternoon that Huaban came out of its fixed place and moved along another road. After walking a few hundred meters, it should have reached home. Then Huahua told Fenglan that Huaban was gone.

Feng Lan didn't care, at least he knew it might be the government office.