Now that Li Wu has left, the scenery naturally doesn't need to be seen. Pan Long and Han Feng got down from the city tower and wandered around the Jade Gate City.

Yumen City is worthy of being an important town in the northwest and is quite prosperous. Most of the caravan convoys heading to the Northland and even the Golden Gate Line would pass through here. Not far to the south of the city, is the famous Hongyan Lake, formerly known as Bolteng Lake, which was renamed after the second generation of the Emperor Yichou of Great Xia saw a flock of wild geese in this lake when he toured the west.

The lake provides a large amount of fresh water, and only on such a large scale can it supply a team of thousands of people to replenish water to cross the Black Gobi.

Hongyan Lake is also a famous attraction in Yumen City, except for autumn and winter, this lake is normally inhabited by a large number of water birds.

When a big summer came to inspect, there happened to be a fat water bird begging for food from him, he somehow was happy with the dragon's heart, praised it as auspicious, and ordered that it was strictly forbidden to hunt and kill the water birds in Hongyan Lake, and the offender was punished according to the conspiracy.

For generations, the waterfowl in Hongyan Lake are not afraid of people at all, and even roam and swim around people as if no one is around.

This kind of spectacle is also unique in the whole of Great Xia. The summer sons of the past dynasties have come here more than once, and have been awarded a series of titles such as "Guotai Min'an" and "Ruiniao Chengxiang".

It's just that in the folk, there is another saying about this scenery, called "birds are more expensive than people".

Pan Long came unfortunately. It's late autumn, and the waterfowl have already migrated south, and even the lake has formed a thin layer of ice. When the two came to the lake, they only saw an endless stream of water fetching teams and the Royal Boat Pier where the painting boat was moored.

Han Feng was a little disappointed, there were no lakes in the area of Dingfeng Town, not even relatively large rivers. He'd been looking forward to seeing the flocks of waterfowl – take a step back, even if there were no waterfowl, and look at the rippling waters of Liantian Lake.

It turned out to be only ice, which was really boring.

Pan Long comforted him and said: "It's not bad to look at the painting boat, it's a rare thing that can only be enjoyed in the summer, we are in Dingfeng Town, and we can't see such a luxurious ship in our lives." ”

"No matter how luxurious it is, it's just a boat......"

Han Feng complained in his mouth, but he still went to the Imperial Ship Pier with Pan Long.

There is a garrison on the wharf, and idlers are not allowed to approach, and they can't pay for it. But both of them are from the scholar family, and there is a court waist card as evidence. So the garrison gave them a bit of face, and allowed them to go up to the docks to have a closer look—but they were still not allowed to go near the boat.

When I got to the pier, I realized that the things used by the Son of Heaven were indeed not ordinary luxury. The whole pier is made of fine pine wood, and there are many flower beds with some evergreen shrubs. Even though it is the season when the snow is about to fall, the inside is full of greenery, and apart from being a little cold, you don't feel the slightest taste of autumn and winter.

As for the painting boat, it is even more remarkable. Not to mention the gold and color, there are also a lot of flowers and trees planted, and the two sides of the shell are spelled with large crystals to form a group of dragons and clouds. It is also thanks to the fact that there is a divine passage method in this world, if it is in the world where Uncle Newton stomped his feet and shook the Quartet in Pan Long's previous life, such a "ship" is not to mention sailing, even if it wants to float, it is absolutely impossible.

Han Feng was dumbfounded, and after a long time, he muttered to himself: "How much does this cost!"

"Are you talking about money with the Son of Heaven?" Pan Long was amused by him, "Under the whole world, it is not the king's land; The Son of Heaven is rich all over the world, including Kyushu. He's got all the money in the world - do you think he needs to think about money?"

"I'm so envious ......"

A patrolling soldier passing by took over with a smile: "Who doesn't envy it? There is no one in the world who doesn't envy it, especially those who say they don't envy it, and they don't know what envy looks like in their hearts!"

Another soldier who was parallel to him sighed: "People who are reincarnated well, they are born as princes, and they are destined to inherit the throne of the Son of Heaven." What about envy? You can't wipe your neck now, try to see if you can be reincarnated into the emperor's family in the next life. ”

"Actually, my generation is not bad. Pan Long said, "I don't have to worry about food and clothing, and I can see the scenery everywhere." It's much better than those who worry about food and clothing every day. ”

The soldier who spoke first nodded again and again: "The young man is right! If we can not worry about food and clothing, we can already be regarded as reincarnated." For example, today, seven or eight out of ten people have to worry about food, clothing, shelter and transportation. It's already a blessing to be able to live a life in peace!"

The four of them talked for a while, and they learned that although these soldiers patrolling the docks were stationed in Yumen City, they were not actually under the management of Yumen City, but the establishment of the imperial forbidden army. Not only is the work much easier than that of the border army, but even the treatment is much higher than that of the border army in Yumen City.

Of course, the border army was not convinced by this, and some disputes often occurred between the two sides. Military discipline is like iron, and they dare not risk violating military rules to start fighting, but quarreling or burying each other is commonplace.

Of course, these have nothing to do with Pan Long and Han Feng. Whether it is the border army or the forbidden army, they are quite friendly to them, the children of officials and eunuchs from the north-they don't deal with each other, that's one thing, but in the end, they are all Great Xia soldiers after all, and they are always the same on many issues.

The two Janissaries were very talkative, and gave them a detailed introduction to the intricate design of the pier and the painting boat, as well as some interesting anecdotes that happened during the parade of the Son of Heaven. The conversation is kind and funny, and he has the style of a taxi driver in his previous life.

Before they knew it, they were talking about noon. After this patrol ended, the two forbidden soldiers were going back to the barracks to rest, and Pan Long and Han Feng naturally left to taste the classic food of Yumen City.

Different from Dingfeng Town, the catering industry in Yumen City is much richer and the content is quite comprehensive. Here you can not only eat a variety of traditional noodles from the northwest, but also some dishes from the Central Plains and even the southeast.

For example, a bowl of pork with fat and thin, garnishes and condiments, and steames it in a pot with water, which is a famous delicacy in the southern Jingzhou region.

This dish is heavy on oil and sugar, sweet and glutinous, and very suitable for the taste of Korean style. He ate three servings in one go, his face covered with oil, and he smiled.

Pan Long is not very interested in this dish, but is quite interested in Yangzhou-style Qianding tofu soup. This dish takes tofu as the core of various ingredients cut into cubes, in a certain order under the pot, and finally stewed into a big bowl, hot and fragrant, all kinds of ingredients are stewed just right, soft but not rotten, piece by piece clear, a spoonful of scoop up varied, eat into the mouth is also rich in taste, let him can't help but think of the world of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.

(I don't know what the Jiangnan of this world will look like...... ）

This meal is really delicious, but it also costs a lot of money. The two of them ate a meal, and they were stunned to spend three taels of silver. When paying the bill, Han Feng was stupid, and repeatedly confirmed that it was three taels instead of three coins, and then kept complaining to Pan Long, saying that it was too wasteful.

"Two people have a meal at the best restaurant in Dingfeng Town, and they don't need two dollars of silver. The food in Jade Gate City is too expensive!"

In this case, he nagged five or six times.

Three taels of silver is indeed not a small amount, but in fact, it is just that. This world is not as developed as the logistics of the previous life, and the transportation cost of many ingredients is extremely high. It is not surprising to spend this amount of money on a southern meal in the Northwest, and eat a lot of it.

Dad Pan Lei recalled his experience of breaking into the rivers and lakes when he was young, and once talked about eating "gilded fish fillet" in Yangzhou. The fish that can only be found in the deep sea, from the moment it is caught to the time it is sliced and served, it will not take more than two hours before and after, and it is extremely tender and delicious, and he is still impressed decades later.

Its price is also an important reason for the impressiveness, a plate of fish fillets on a gilded plate, which will not add up to more than twenty pieces, is one or two pieces of gold.

Compared to that, what is this meal?

Pan Long persuaded Han Feng, but Han Feng didn't feel sorry for the three taels of silver, but was curious about what the "gilded fish fillet" tasted like.

"Brother Long, you said that we should go to Yangzhou for this trip, and try this gilt fish fillet?"

Pan Long glanced at him expressionlessly: "We have a lot of entanglements, but Yangzhou is far away, and it will cost a lot of money along the way." When you get to the place, I'm afraid there won't be much left—do you want to eat the overlord meal?"

Han Feng suddenly wilted, and sighed with a bitter face: "Money is a hero's courage, and a penny is hard to kill a hero!"

Pan Long felt that even if this kid was going to die, he would definitely not die of a penny, he would only die of hunger, or eat too much to die!

After you have eaten and drunk enough, it is natural to take a walk and eliminate your appetite. Han Feng took Pan Long to several other famous scenery in Yumen City: for example, when the northern land had not yet been opened up and Yongzhou was still on the border of Kyushu, the former Yumen Metropolitan Governor's Mansion; for example, the Yumen Great Beacon Tower, which is known as a little wolf smoke and can be seen within a radius of thousands of miles, and the Sword Emperor Ping, where the "Sword Emperor" Emperor Yihai and the "Mobei Lion" Atra Dadan duel...... Every scenery has a story.

Han Feng is fascinated by this kind of "scenery with a story", and everywhere he goes, he has to reminisce about the past and sigh with emotion. If it weren't for the lack of ink on his chest, he wouldn't even be able to write a smooth mouth, he would probably have to recite a poem, write it down with a splash of ink, and then find someone to frame it, and when the adventure is over, take it home and hang it on the wall.

This is not Pan Long's random speculation, but when they were touring, they saw someone doing it.

It was a couple of men and women in their early thirties, with a group of servants around them. Everywhere they went, they discussed, and then the servants took out the four treasures of the study for them to write down their poems, dry them, and put them away.

Although from Pan Long's point of view, the level of these poems is really a bit poor, the better ones can probably reach the level of limericks, and the worse ones are just slipping away. But the people were in high spirits and seemed very satisfied.

He was a little curious at the time, so he went up to inquire about it, only to learn that those servants were actually specially trained by the poetry and writing company, and their task was to help these literati and ink writers, and write down their inspirations and creations anytime and anywhere.

Inspired?

Hearing this, Pan Long felt that his goosebumps were about to come out.

Even if those limericks are forgotten, can they be regarded as inspirational creations? This inspirational creation is too worthless!

Seeing that his face was full of disapproval, a little steward of poetry and literature explained to him.

"In today's world, there is no one in a hundred who has money and talent for poetry and writing. But those who have money and want poetry to be passed on to the world, seven or eight times out of ten. Writing a few poems and wanting to pass them on to future generations is not a hurtful thing. I can even tolerate poems like 'If I am the Son of Heaven one day,' why can't I allow these people to write some poems and pass them on? As long as they are not afraid of future generations to see jokes, then what other problems are there?"

Pan Long nodded slightly, feeling that he had a point.

Daxia doesn't engage in any literary prison, not necessarily because he doesn't want to, but he really can't do it. The single-person force in this world is a bit high, and those masters of the rivers and lakes don't have the ability to enter the imperial capital and wash the court, but killing a few officials is definitely not a problem. The Kyushu Great Array is extremely powerful, but it can't be opened when there is nothing to do.

Corrupt officials were killed by masters, and the court could find a way to cover it up. But if an official loyal to the imperial court is killed because of the matter of the literary prison, and the imperial court has nothing to do with the master of killing, it will make the officials chill.

The Great Xia Dynasty is really doing things, since there is nothing to do, then simply give up this piece.

Anyway...... A few words of beep on their lips can't really cause them any loss. As long as you are thick-skinned, it will pass.

I admit that I can't do anything about you, you can scold if you want, scold me to death, you have the ability.

Therefore, there are groups of thieves in the literary world of Daxia, and there are so many satirical poems and essays that there are as many as carp crossing the river, and even Han Feng, who is uneducated, can say a few sarcastic words when visiting various landscapes.

Compared with those poems that are overflowing with the meaning of anti-thieves, what is it for these people with limited talent to write some shoddy things and ask the poetry company to help preserve or even print them?

Thinking of this, Pan Long couldn't help but feel inspired - if he could handle the ancestral event in the future and failed to fight for the only throne, he could devote himself to the cultural industry and specialize in sorting out and publishing various anti-poems.

After all, we are professionals in such a thing as rebellion and usurpation......