Zhang Wei, who came to Chang'an, was dumbfounded at the moment, where is home? Where is my home?

The high-rise buildings are gone, the vehicles are gone, the bustling commercial streets are gone, and all the people on the street have changed, modern beauties have become ancient beauties, modern handsome guys have become ancient talents, and more importantly, their own homes are gone.

In its place are quaint city walls, brick-paved streets, and one lane after another.

Oh my God---, is there anyone who is more desperate than me Zhang Wei from ancient times to the present?

I went out for a trip, and when I came back, there was nothing, my home was gone, my relatives were gone, and even I was gone.

The sadness in Zhang Wei's heart!

Even if it is crossed, then let me cross into a good family, be a prince, a son, or an emperor or something, why should I cross over to become a wanderer, a beggar?

Others crossed to be a prince, Zhang Wei crossed to be a beggar, heavens! Do you have any justice, O earth?

I, Zhang Wei, just studied a little bit, climbed over the wall, scolded the teacher, and let the grasshoppers in the girls' schoolbags, why do you punish me so much, and let me not live?

Zhang Wei sat on the ground outside the city, the kind of loss, the kind of helplessness, the kind of helplessness, it was simply to the extent of no return.

When he set out from the Qinling Mountains, he still had some hope in his heart, hoping that what he saw and heard in the mountains was just an illusion, a kind of mirage, or the short-sightedness of the mountain people, as long as he walked back to Xi'an, everything would be as good as before.

But when he returned to Xi'an with all his efforts, he found that all his previous thoughts had become fantasies, and all his hopes had turned into disappointments.

Zhang Wei knew very well that he had really come to Datang, and he was standing outside Chang'an City.

"Where did you come from, get out of here, don't trample on my crops." Before Zhang Wei could explode the disappointment in his heart, a thunderous rebuke sounded in his ears.

Beggar?

I'm a beggar now?

Zhang Wei looked at his clothes and smelled his own scent.

Well--, good, good, it does smell like a beggar.

Zhang Wei looked at the Tang farmer in front of him, hummed ---, didn't see how much taller or handsome he was than himself, and he looked as thin as a "native chicken", if it weren't for the farm tools in his hand, Zhang Wei couldn't wait to step forward and give him a slap in the face, so that he could see his temper.

But people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and they do sit in other people's fields.

Hey--, people have their teeth and teeth after drinking cold water.

Zhang Wei knew that he had nothing left at the moment, he had no confidence in scolding, and he had no courage to beat people, so he had to get up and leave, and after walking far away, Zhang Wei spat on the ground fiercely, "I'm sorry, what's the matter, I'll clean up your dog's low-eyed things when the master is ready." ”

With that, Zhang Wei walked towards the city.

Fortunately, Datang is an open society, and the access control system is not as strict as in troubled times, when the ragged Zhang Wei walked into the city, the soldiers guarding the city did not let him enter the city without too much difficulty.

It's not easy to mix outside the city, don't think it's easy to mix when you get to the city.

Zhang Wei, who entered Chang'an City, had no skills, no occupation, did not dare to kill, and had no skills to steal people, but fortunately he also learned the profession of begging on the way here, and in a desperate situation, Zhang Wei had to return to his old business to continue his begging life.

In the past few days, Zhang Wei's footprints have spread to all corners of Chang'an City, in front of the palace, aristocratic mansions, east and west markets, monk temples, brothels and green buildings, ordinary alleys and so on.

Of course, in the process of begging, there are also stories to sing and cry about, such as once he accidentally came to the side of the Tang Palace while begging, if he hadn't run fast, maybe he would have been crippled by those wolf-like palace guards.

Another time, Zhang Wei went to the door of an official's house to beg, but before he could gain a firm foothold, he was used as a live target by the doorman, repaired it well, and was finally rescued by a dog.

Because the doorman is not afraid of him, he is afraid of dog bites!

Thirty or sixty lines, the line is the champion. At present, Zhang Wei positions himself as a good beggar with taste, characteristics, ability and level.

Based on the work experience in the past few days, Zhang Wei clearly realized that the brothel in Qinglou was the most suitable place for him to beg.

Anyone who can enter and leave a brothel must be a rich man, and he will generally be generous, and these people like to fill the tail sheep in front of the prostitute, and they are not stingy when giving money, and if the time is right, there may be unexpected gains.

And the prostitutes are a little coquettish, but they are also more or less benevolent people, and from time to time they will throw leftover meals or snacks to themselves.

In addition to brothels, Zhang Wei found that the restaurant is also a good place for begging, especially the place called "Orchid Wine Shop" in the Tang West Market, which is said to have not only all kinds of food and drink in the Tang Dynasty, but also food and wine from the Western Regions, many things that have not been seen even in today's society.

Since entering the city, Zhang Wei has no need to worry about food, as long as people are diligent, they will definitely not starve to death.

In addition to what to eat, the rest is a place to sleep.

The main way of fighting in guerrilla warfare is to change a place with a shot, Zhang Wei can be said to have played this point to the extreme, every day before the city gate is closed, he will definitely find a good place to sleep in advance, today outside the gate of the prince's mansion, tomorrow in front of the gate of the restaurant, and the day after tomorrow choose the attic of the Qinglou.

Sleeping under the green building is a special taste, every night above the green building warblers singing and dancing, the sound of murmuring is endless, listening to Zhang Wei's heart cat's paw is uncomfortable.

Although it was very uncomfortable, once Zhang Wei heard this voice, he couldn't stop it, and he couldn't wait to go every day.

Until one time, an ignorant guy actually peed down from upstairs and nourished Zhang Wei, that sour!

Zhang Wei, who was drenched in urine, was furious, stood up angrily, and began to scold upstairs, "Dog thing, do you let the dog eat your eyes, and don't look downstairs when you pee." ”

Hearing Zhang Wei's scolding, the prostitutes upstairs couldn't help but stick out their heads and look down, "Hey, who should I be, it turned out to be the beggar who eavesdropped downstairs!" He Gongzi, he can scold you downstairs, and he won't go down to clean him up. ”

At the instigation of the prostitute, the young man known as He Gongzi immediately shouted and led people to rush down from the upper floors to beat Zhang Wei.

Heroes don't suffer immediate losses.

Before a few angry prostitutes rushed downstairs, Zhang Wei had already dispersed and ran away.

People are floating in the rivers and lakes, how can they not be stabbed.

After such a toss, Zhang Wei couldn't sleep at all, sat on the steps outside the door of the "Orchid Restaurant", and began to think about his future.

The crossing must have been crossed, and there is no going back to my original life. Thinking that I am only twenty years old, and I still have a long way to go, should I continue to be a beggar or find another way out?

After a simple thought, Zhang Wei decided not to sink any further, he decided to replan his future and be a good young man with ideals, ambitions and a future.

But the world is so big, where is the ideal and revenge of a beggar?

Zhang Wei knows very well that Datang is an era of knowledge explosion, and if you want to make a difference in politics, you must first go through rigorous scientific research. Datang's imperial examination is more stringent than today's college entrance examination, and Zhang Wei knows very well that it is a fool's dream for an outstanding "senior high school" student like himself to pass the scientific examination and become an official in Datang, where knowledge is exploding.

Since you can't be an official, you can only do business, but business also requires capital, what can you do as a beggar?

If you want to be an official, you have no knowledge, and if you want to do business, you have no capital, and after thinking about it, there is only one way out to be a soldier. So Zhang Weixin came to the recruitment site.