Chapter 9 Certificate, Tang Dynasty

"Damn, I knew that the people of the Tang Dynasty were so mean, so I might as well take the risk of chatting with the surnamed Ren for a while." I finally asked clearly, what is Li Longji doing now, and which way is the door of the house! After eating it several times in a row, and almost being bitten by a dog, Zhang Qian couldn't help but regret it secretly.

The group surnamed Ren, although their enthusiasm was a little excessive, so far, they have not shown any malice. And starting from Jixiang Temple, all the people Zhang Qian met along the way regarded him as a plague god. Compared with the two, the guys surnamed Ren immediately became much cuter.

But he walked so chic just now, and now when he looks back, Zhang Qian can't wipe off his face. Just as he gasped and straightened up, ready to continue to try his luck with the next farmer, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Bad situation, bad situation......

"I'm not a master, I told you before!" Zhang Qian was so irritable when he heard this, he turned his head and corrected loudly, but everywhere he looked, he saw Ren Cong's sweaty face.

didn't bring those followers, Ren Cong was alone this time. I didn't ride a horse, and my legs, which were slightly fat, soared fast. lest Zhang Qian ignore himself, while running, he also shook the leather bag in his hand desperately, "Evil, sleep, sleep!" ”

"Thank you!" With the last experience, Zhang Qian already knew that the leather pocket was filled with mash. Immediately a little moved in his heart, he stepped forward with a smile, reached out to take the leather bag sent by Ren Cong, and untied the rope whale swallowing siphon.

The mash made from corn still has a faint rancid taste, but when it falls into Zhang Qian's mouth, it is sweeter than before. And when he drank the mash, Ren Cong stood next to him and watched happily, a pair of fleshy eye bubbles bent into two crescents, as if he had drunk it himself.

"This little fat guy shouldn't be a bad person!" Zhang Qian's heart is heavier than that of his peers, but he is not a cold-blooded animal. Seeing that Ren Cong was running up and down with hot air, he quickly stopped, wiped it on the mouth of the leather bag with his hand, and handed it over with a smile, "You, drink some too!" ”

"No, no-" Ren Cong didn't understand Zhang Qian's words too much, but he understood his movements, and hurriedly waved his hand. However, in the end, he couldn't bear the pain of thirst and the other party's insistence, and after humbly giving in a few times, he took the leather bag with a smile and drank mouth-to-mouth.

Two young men who had just finished running a walk, dealing with a bag of mash, of course, were effortless. Three minutes later, the leather pocket was completely emptied, and the relationship between Zhang Qian and Ren Cong was also much closer.

"What about them, and your horses?" Looking up and looking around, in the rising twilight, but I didn't see the annoying sloppy Lang Zhong and the rest of the cloth turbans, Zhang Qian asked with a smile.

Ren Cong still didn't understand too much, as his eyes looked around, and replied cautiously, "Five thunder vines, the vegetable field is these five thunder vines!" ”

"Alas—" Zhang Qian shook his head again and again, so he had to squat down again and write on the ground with a stone: "What about the others, where is your horse?" ”

This sentence does not conform to the grammar of the Tang Dynasty, and some of the vocabulary also comes from after the Tang Dynasty. However, Ren Cong pondered it twice, but he still barely understood what he wanted to express. He smiled, squatted on the ground, and slowly wrote with a stone: "Stupid, disturb the master, far away, follow!" ”

It was followed from a distance. From Ren Cong's words again, I felt kindness. Zhang Qian smiled and quickly corrected, "It's not a master, my surname is Zhang!" ”

Well, if you say no, it's not. Ren Cong looked at Zhang Qian's bare head and strange dress, and said secretly in his heart. subordinates, but continue to write the dragon snake, "This place is called Wuli Pavilion." Suzaku Gate, not far away. Brother went to Chang'an. Quick, gates, closing! ”

There is no punctuation, however, he carefully distances words from word to word, sentence to sentence. Zhang Qian looked at it and quickly understood what it meant. Hurriedly dropped the stones, got up, and arched his hands, "Chang'an, go first!" ”

"My brother and I are on the same road!" Ren Cong also quickly stood up and took the initiative to walk forward.

Knowing that he couldn't really go with him, Zhang Qian couldn't refuse his kindness anymore. I had to hurry up and nod with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Ren." ”

Knowing that he couldn't understand his words, Ren Cong waved his hand lightly, and then continued to hurry up. However, after only walking seven or eight steps, I felt that if I continued like this, I was really not sure that I would send Master Zhang into the city before the Chang'an City Gate was closed. Quickly stopped again and wrote on the ground with a stone: "Horse, ride?" ”

"No!" Zhang Qian waved his hand neatly.

Ren Cong could understand this body language, stood up helplessly, continued to grit his teeth and speed up, and after a while, he was sweating profusely.

Zhang Qian saw that he was fat and weak, and he couldn't bear it. He simply stopped, and as he spoke, he wrote on the ground with a stone, "I'll walk, you ride a horse, and let them send you a horse!" ”

"Together, together!" Ren Cong was so tired that he couldn't breathe, but he shook his head stubbornly.

This time, he didn't squat down to write, but Zhang Qian understood what he meant. He smiled and took the initiative to slow down.

The little fat man Ren Cong instantly discovered that in fact, the two of them didn't need to write, and they also wanted to have some simple conversations, and they were so happy that they forgot their fatigue. As he walked, he gestured with his hand and asked, "Evil, Brother Zhang, puppet Geng?" ”

"Puppet?" Zhang Qian was stunned, but it didn't take much effort to understand that "puppet" was actually "expensive", and replied with a smile, "Twenty-one, no, twenty-two, according to your algorithm here." ”

Lest Ren Cong couldn't understand, he specially stretched out the index finger and middle finger of his right hand and made two twos, one against the other.

Ren Cong understood, understood, and danced happily, "I, eighteen." I am young, you are long! ”

Zhang Qian understood this sentence directly, so he smiled and nodded.

Ren Cong was greatly encouraged, and made another comparison, "I, Chang'an." Brother Zhang, where? ”

Zhang Qian's heart hurt when he was asked, he looked up and looked around, and a little melancholy appeared on his face, "I, Shi——, no, Hejian." ”

"River?" Ren Cong was fluted again, very suspicious, the accent of Hejian is so different from Chang'an? However, he did not have the courage to express doubts about the masters. After hesitating for a moment, he took the initiative to divert to another topic.

This little fat man had the idea of apprenticeship under the master, and he had nothing to say, so as to get closer to Zhang Qian. And Zhang Qian also hopes to learn a few words of Tang Yan as soon as possible through conversation. Therefore, the two coincide, along the way, if they can draw clearly, they will compare, and if they can't draw clearly, they will squat down and write, and the more they talk, the more smoothly they speculate.

After all, he is four years older than Ren Cong, and he is the child of a poor man, so Zhang Qian tried to avoid his origin during the conversation. The little fat man Ren Cong asked several times, but he was confused by his words such as "far away" and "inconvenient to tell each other". As a result, the more this is the case, the more Ren Cong feels unfathomable, and his eyes are almost sparkling with admiration.

As for the knowledge he urgently needs to know, Zhang Qian tries to ask as simple and direct as possible. The little fat man Ren Cong was suspicious when he was asked several times, and felt that even if he was a master, he should not be so lacking in common sense. However, after thinking about it, this may be a kind of test for himself by the masters, so he deceived himself again, and honestly answered all questions and knew everything.

After going back and forth like this, and then guessing against the only historical knowledge left in his mind, Zhang Qian finally did not discredit the current Datang. I finally knew why the monks of Jixiang Temple and the people along the way guarded themselves like thieves. 、

It turned out that not long ago, there was a bloody case in Chang'an City. The crown prince Li Chongjun was suddenly "hijacked" by his henchmen, and led 300 henchmen to enter the mansion of Prime Minister Wu Sansi, and dismantled the latter into eight pieces. Immediately, the traitors "wrapped" the prince and stormed the palace.

It's a pity that there are only 300 people, and the strength is really not enough. As a result, His Majesty the Emperor came forward to stop drinking, and the three hundred "traitors" scattered as birds and beasts.

The crown prince Li Chongjun was "wrapped" by "a few" rebels and fled to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. first begged for mercy, but was rejected by Empress Wei, and then repented, and with apologies to his father and Empress Wei, he found an opportunity to hang himself on the southeast branch.

The emperor is the son of the Holy Heaven, and Empress Wei is also "merciful", of course, he will not implicate the innocent. just punished the remnants a little in the city, and by the way, he sent someone to Zhongnan Mountain to pick up the prince's body. Even so, when it comes to "retrieving" the prince's corpse, the Imperial Forest Army will inevitably have to fight the rebels.

As a result, there seemed to be a bit of blood in the city. Outside the city, I don't know how many people died near Zhongnan Mountain, and the smell of blood took several days to dissipate.

Many people have just died at the foot of the mountain, and the princes and grandchildren of Chang'an City will naturally not go to the vicinity of Jixiang Temple to watch the autumn colors. The beasts in the mountains were all tempted by the smell of blood.

Zhang Qian didn't get lost in the morning, he didn't get lost in the evening, but a few days after the smell of blood dissipated, he got lost at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, and the evil wolf who was used to eating human flesh didn't chase him, who else could he chase?

And taking in the remnants of the rebels is a crime of extermination. The monks of Jixiang Temple and the nearby farmers were not related to him, and it was already the greatest kindness not to send him to the government. How could it be possible to let him enter the house and entertain him with good food and food?

"Brother Zhang, don't worry too much!" Seeing that Zhang Qian's face was becoming more and more solemn, the little fat man Ren Cong knew that the master should not have such a huge reaction to mundane things, and he still reminded him very kindly.

After the previous stumbling, Zhang Qian's communication with him had been much smoother, he smiled and nodded lightly, "I know." I don't care. Thank you Brother Ren for the reminder! ”

"Brother Zhang, you're welcome!" Ren Cong shook his head with a smile and continued to ramble.

Since Chang'an City has just been bleeding, it seems irrational to rush over at this juncture. Zhang Qian originally wanted to ask the little fat man: Do you know that there is a guy named Li Longji? What is this person doing right now? Is there a lot of talent, or is there no one to look forward to? However, after thinking about his current situation, even if he defected to Li Longji, he would probably be cannon fodder, so he decisively chose to give up.

was chatting with Ren Cong without a ride, and suddenly, he saw a sentry post appear in front of him. The people who rushed to Chang'an, whether they were riding cars, riding horses, or carrying burdens, all lined up in two long lines in front of the sentry post in an orderly manner, one on the left and one on the right.

"What are you looking for? The remnants of the prince? Zhang Qian paused, instinctively stopped, and looked at it from afar.

In the twilight, he saw people on horseback, chariots, and round hats with rabbit ears on his left side, all of whom took out a piece of bamboo from their bosoms and showed it to the officials at the checkpoint for verification. The person who carried the burden on the right side, or did not carry the burden, but had a cloth turban wrapped around his head, raised his face and was confirmed by several old men standing in front of the sentry post. (Note: Rabbit ears with two wings on the back of a Tang Dynasty hat.) ）

"Brother Zhang, Du Mu, Du Mu, quick!" Lest he delay too long and enter the city by mistake, Ren Cong took Zhang Qian's hand, and while bypassing the line and approaching the sentry post, he urged in a low voice, "Acquaintance, it's convenient!" ”

"Du?" Although he understood that Ren Cong was going to take him to Gassel, Zhang Qian didn't understand why he needed to do it, so he frowned and stopped again.

"Du, Brother Zhang?" Ren Cong hesitated and looked Zhang Qian up and down for a long time before he was convinced that the other party was not deliberately pretending to be stupid. Stomped his feet and added in a low voice in a strange Tang voice, "Pass the office, Brother Zhang, pass the office, check!" ”

"Passing through?" Zhang Qian had been able to compare a few Tang pronunciations with the pronunciation of Chinese in the 21st century, but he did not understand what he was referring to, and shook his head lightly with hesitation.

"None, really?" Ren Cong couldn't believe his ears, and lowered his voice to ask.

Up to now, he really has some doubts that Zhang Qian is not a master!

The legendary masters are either monks or Taoist priests. However, Zhang Qian did not have the necessary degree for monks and Taoists!

After all, there are many hermits in the legend, who are usually hidden in the countryside, and only occasionally come out to go around twice, looking for destined disciples to teach stunts! But Zhang Dagao is a person, but he doesn't even seem to have to rely on the "pass" to travel!

Without a place issued by the local government, and not a monk and Taoist, how could he come to Chang'an from Hejian?

Along the way, how did he pass the checkpoints and how did he stay in the inn?

I'm afraid that before I leave my hometown for twenty miles, I will have to be stopped by the little officials, tied up with ropes and escorted back to my hometown, and then whipped my butt to pieces by the lieutenants!

"Really!" Zhang Qian was flustered when he was asked, calmly faced, and nodded vigorously.

Now, he finally understood what it was! That thing is the road guide of the Ming Dynasty. Oh my God, martial arts novels are really deadly! The heroes traveled north and south, but no one had brought that thing!

'God, fortunately, we haven't arrived at the gate of Chang'an City yet! This is just the first road check! It was too late, it was too fast, before the soldiers and officials at the checkpoint could pay attention, Ren Cong pulled up Zhang Qian, turned around and left, "Brother Zhang is so daring!" Spare your life?! (Brother Zhang is so bold, you don't want to die?!) ）

"Where to go?" Zhang Qian also realized that if he couldn't get what to do, he was afraid that he would be in big trouble today, so he didn't dare to struggle, so he let Ren Cong pull him away from the checkpoint quickly.

"Let's go!" At this time, Ren Cong didn't care whether Zhang Qian was a master or not, and it was only right to ensure that he would not be arrested by the government and drag down his whole family.

Looking back, he decisively turned the brisk walk into a trot, "Go to my house." Over the place, I conspire with my brother! (Go to my house, go to the house, I'll help you figure it out!) ）