Compared with Liu Demur, this seventy-year-old Zhang Tan is a really poor person, there is not much left of his life, and the opportunities in life have long been gone. He just came out of an instinct of "living" to participate in the thirty-first spring festival of his life, except for the years when Chang'an City had to stop paying tribute due to war, all the meaning of his life has been dissipated in the narrow corridor and atrium of the south courtyard of the Ministry of Rites, when the end of the light comes, Zhang Tan, this person, together with other names that he has constantly changed in his life, will dissipate in the dust of Chang'an City, completely obliterated.

So Zhang Tan, who was the first to go down in the first game, felt a kind of cruel despair that was painful to the bone, he followed the crowd in a daze, walked from Anmen to the street, stumbled, and he could still remember the road back to Wubenfang: along Suzaku Street, and then turn around from the southwest corner of Xingdaofang.

But when he arrived at the corner intersection, Zhang Tan's back couldn't help but stiffen up, half of his arm was curled up in pain, his body was like a bent dead wood, and he couldn't move half a step forward anymore.

Now Liu Deshu stopped crying, he, Wei Cigong, and Gao Yue hurriedly walked over, "Boss, boss" shouted to Zhang Tan who was kneeling on the ground.

Zhang Tan raised his face, looked at the sky above the hustle and bustle of the yellow dust, and shouted in an old and hoarse tone, "The ancients had their last words, and the heavens and the earth are as wide as palms. I have been traveling for 30 years, and Qingyun Road has not been reached. The body is like grass on a stone, and the roots are shallow and difficult to live. Everyone loves spring, I am alone and I am worried about the flowers and ......" After speaking, Zhang Tan was in a hurry, his mouth and nose were crooked, his chest rose and fell sharply, and the phlegm surged up like thunder, and he immediately fell into Gao Yue's arms.

Gao Yue helped Zhang Tan, his weight was almost nothing, he was skinny, and he immediately felt a pang of regret in his heart, as if he was holding his grandfather.

Liu Deshu cried, he stretched out his hand, stroked and patted Zhang Tan, who only had breath in and out, "Uncle, you can't die, I want to open it, even if we are grass on the stone, we have to think of living, there will always be a day when we will be supported by nobles, uncle, grandfather!" ”

Over there, Wei Cigong also shouted, but Zhang Tan had already been like a candle in the wind, and the cold wind in the Ministry of Rites today completely extinguished the remaining fire - Zhang Tan's eyes were white, the corners of his mouth were salivating, and his hands and feet were stiff, so he died in Gao Yue's arms.

Gao Yue gritted his teeth and touched Zhang Tan's dry and white hair with his fingers, and was silent for a long time.

On the Vermilion Bird Street in Chang'an City, the eunuchs dressed in Zhu Zizhang clothes have already gone down to the court, each riding a car and riding a horse, looking at the various mansions from the imperial city endlessly, no one takes the death of this seventy-year-old poor old man who is still the first to go down to the first place in his heart, only Gao Yue, Liu Deshu and Wei Cigong, three poor and sour students, in the billowing smoke and dust, hugging Zhang Tan's skinny corpse, shivering in the cold wind of Chang'an City in the early spring.

In the southwest corner of Xingdaofang, in a pavilion next to the street of the Zhide Women's Crown, the female crown with black and white hair stood there quietly, looking at everything that happened under it, seeing Liu De's cry, and seeing Zhang Tan's death, I couldn't help but have some common sorrows, holding the dust whisk with her slender hand, and was silent for a long time.

"I'm afraid my husband has no relatives in this world, what can he do after he dies?" Liu Demuro has now put aside his pain for the time being, and covered his face with his sleeves.

Wei Cigong didn't know what to do, and in the end, Gao Yue spoke, "Don't cry!" I immediately paid for the burial of my husband's body. ”

Liu Demur's eyes widened immediately, only he knew that the only two assets Gao Yue had by his side now were the Qibao Agate Cup given by Wang Tuantuan, and the other was Qishui Beiye that had been pawned to the mysterious old man.

The latter will not be paid until October of this year, so if Gawain wants to bury Zhang Tan, the money can only be obtained by selling the agate cup.

The meaning of "Yi Song ......" Liu De Room is to let Gao Yue think about it again, after all, he has to leave some money and give himself a way back, this time the spring will fall, and he will open it again next year, and he will have a full year to stay in this "poor man's hell" Chang'an City.

But the expression on Gao Yue's face was very serious, he calmed down, continued to hug the dead Zhang Tan, and said to Liu Demur, "Tomorrow Congzhou and I will continue to take the second test in the Spring Festival of the Ministry of Rites, Brother Fang Zhai, you find a place to temporarily stop the body of the old man, you can't let him fall on the street like this." When I get the money, I'll find a place to bury my husband. ”

"Okay." In the end, Liu Demuro understood Gao Yue's determination and agreed.

"If Yi Song is the next place this year, what should we do?" At this time, Wei Cigong involuntarily asked this question, and he had already subconsciously asked Gao Yue to take the idea.

Gao Yue looked at the two of them and said in a deep voice, "Let's stay in Taixue, don't be as muddy and scattered as before, Zhu Sui's examination has the power to support the school, and Zheng Qi's examination has a reputation, what about us?" As Brother Fang Zhai said, there is nothing, only the last way. ”

"The last way?"

"That's right, the last way is unity." Gao Yue paused word by word, and said seriously, "Looking for food and lodging, investing in banking papers, striving for fame, figuring out scriptures and poems, and so on, we are closely united and try our best to show our strengths, which is the last magic weapon for us to win this cruel war." ”

When Gao Yue said this, Wei Cigong's eyes widened, as if he had heard the pattern Gao Yue say before, "You mean, a group of our fellow Daoists form a 'shed'!?" ”

"Shed?" Now it was Gao Yue's turn to be puzzled.

"Among the people who went to Beijing to catch the exam, some people were united in the same spirit, and they supported each other, and those who came to fight for fame were called friends, and in order to avoid the suspicion of 'friends', they were called 'sheds', and those who were the leaders were called sheds." Wei Cigong explained.

"Very good, then let's build a shed, this Jinshi of Tang Chunfu, we must also make up our minds to fight for it. Let those who look down on us in ordinary times wash their eyes sooner or later. Gao Yue ignited confidence and ambition at this moment.

The voice of these words was loud, and it reached the building next to the street of the Zhide Female Crown.

So when the female crown heard all this, she curled her red lips slightly and laughed, "This Tai student's ambition is not small, but is it really that difficult to get into the Jinshi exam?" Pity this old man, he seems to be over the age of antiquity, but in the end he died in the literary field without doing anything. ”

Then he looked at Gao Yue's appearance of lowering his body to straighten out Zhang Tan's corpse, and the female crown pursed her lips and smiled again, "This Lang Jun's face is middle-to-top, and it is much stronger than those two." When she was done, she had a bold idea......

But the next time, she suddenly saw Gao Yue take out the precious agate cup from the luggage blanket she was carrying, and the female crown's gaze suddenly froze, "The Seven Treasure Agate Cup in Yunhui Hall ......"