[Today's second shift, this year's penultimate shift, there are still not enough red tickets]

Zhang Yu was stunned for a moment, looking at Han Gang pulling Liu Zhongwu to get on the horse and leave, it didn't seem to be fake, and hurriedly shouted: "The two benevolent fathers are one step slower, and please leave your names." Xiao'er is also an official in Beijing, and if the two benevolent fathers go to Beijing, the old man can also let the child be rewarded with life-saving virtue! ”

"Isn't it a gentleman's work to repay kindness, the old man has a heart, but he doesn't have to! Han said goodbye! Han Gang arched his hand and jumped on the horse very freely. Ha Luha smiled, and took Liu Zhongwu, who was still a little dazed, and went far away in a blink of an eye.

Zhang Yu looked at Han Gang's gradually declining back, leisurely fascinated, and sighed deeply for Han Gang's freedom and boldness: "Forget the clothes, hide yourself and your name." This son has the style of the ancients. When he looked back at the useless servants, he was angry and scolded, "What are you still doing? Catch up! People are going to enter Beijing, just go all the way! Fast! Come on! ”

"For what?" Liu Zhongwu was very surprised by Han Gang's behavior, rode on the horse, leaned over and asked Han Gang, "We saved his life, can't we deserve his thanks?" ”

The cold wind blew on his face and poured straight into his clothes, and the sky became more and more gloomy, and the snow chips fluttered in the air like flying flakes, and it was really going to snow.

Lowering the speed, Han Gang tilted his head sideways and shouted at Liu Zhongwu: "It's not too early, it's better to enter the city early, why delay?" The thank you gift is fake, and it is true to go to Beijing early and earn an official body. ”

Liu Zhongwu frowned, a little unhappy in his heart. Zhang Yu seems to be an identity person, and after hearing him say that he has a son who is an official in Beijing, although he is not big or small, he is also an official. can marry Zhang Yu well, and it is not in vain to work hard. But Han Gangqiang pulled himself away on horseback, and it was not easy to go back now. It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a good opportunity. Liu Zhongwu's expression became cold: "Aren't you afraid that you have made useful help, and you really can't get an official position?" ’

Lu Ming leaned over with a shy face: "Brother Liu, in fact, Han Guanren is not bad. This chapter Yu is not a good way. It's also good to stay away. ”

After Lu Ming finished speaking, he closed his mouth, sold the guanzi, and waited for Liu Zhongwu to ask. But Liu Zhongwu has never looked down on Lu Ming, and he has watched him stammering Han Gang vigorously, how can he believe his words, and he doesn't ask at all. On the other side, Han Gang looked even more uninterested. It was already early, and he didn't want to spend the night outside Jingzhao Mansion because he was listening to gossip. There are post houses in the city, there are meals, and there is a lantern festival on the night of Shangyuan. As long as Lu Ming is still around, the gossip can be heard at any time, and there is no need to waste time here.

However, Han Gang saw through the unhappiness in Liu Zhongwu's heart, and a large part of the reason why he did this was to cause Liu Zhongwu's dissatisfaction. He suddenly said thoughtlessly: "Brother Ziwen, you will thank me tomorrow." ”

In Liu Zhongwu's confusion, Han Gang shook the reins and rushed out first. If he was not mistaken, Liu Zhongwu would definitely be grateful to him tomorrow. Even if you guess wrong, there are other explanations that can be perfunctory. In order to win over this talent who is also optimistic about Xiang Bao, Han Gang took advantage of all the emergencies, although the probability of success is not low, but the idea of calculating people is constantly turning in his mind, which is really a little tiring.

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At night, light snow fell from the sky, and the walls of Jingzhao Mansion finally rose below the horizon.

Jingzhao Mansion is worthy of being the center of Guanzhong, although it is far less than Chang'an in the Sui and Tang dynasties, which was like a chess game and 12 streets like planting vegetables, it has far exceeded the prosperity of Qinzhou City. It is still four or five miles away from the city, and on both sides of the official road, there are shops one after another. A little further away from the road, there are many houses.

Chang'an in the Sui and Tang dynasties was the largest giant city in the world at that time, and it was the leader in planning, population, commerce, and all aspects related to the city. It's just that after hundreds of years of vicissitudes of life, Chang'an has gone through the smoke of war, and the Tubo people have entered and exited three times, and finally turned into rubble in a fire in Zhuwen. The Jingzhao Mansion in the Northern Song Dynasty was built on such a city.

At that time, the lights on the city wall, like the brilliant Milky Way, were thousands of times more brilliant than the one that Han Gang saw under Gangu City that day. From time to time, fireworks rise from the top of the city and burst into the night sky. Countless lights converged, reflecting the low clouds in red, and it was the first time that Han Gang had seen such a scene since he came to this era.

After all, it's Shangyuan night.

In order to watch the lanterns, it is often a large family traveling at the same time, with children carrying small lanterns of various colors in their hands, happily walking in front, and parents and siblings following behind. After Han Gang and his entourage entered the city, they trudged through the crowd. There were people around, but fortunately, thanks to Lu Ming, an old horse who knew the way, he didn't lose his way in the sea of people.

Shangyuan Festival is a big day of the year, and it can even be said to be a carnival night in the Northern Song Dynasty. On New Year's Day, people are at home with their families. The beginning of spring is a festival closely related to agriculture. The Shangyuan Festival is a festival with the citizens living inside and outside the city, which at this time are called fangkuhu. The city of Tokyo will be lit up for five days, and the ordinary military state will also be lit up for three days.

Mountains of lights and lantern sheds composed of colorful lanterns stand in the market, shining with gold and green, and splendid and beautiful. These are all made by the guilds, wealthy and wealthy merchants in the city, and they have to compete with each other.

The snow stopped, but the wind didn't. Snow powder accumulates on rooftops and tree branches, rising in the wind. The sparse and gentle snow does not disturb people's interest. The lights were scattered in the snow mist, and the air shimmered with a soft yellow light, like a dream.

Walking in the colorful streets and alleys, Han Gang suddenly remembered something, he was in a hurry to enter the city, but he forgot one thing. Chang'an is not Qinzhou, there is no curfew on weekdays, and on the night of Shangyuan, the city gate is not closed at night, so he didn't have to work so hard. But that's fine, you don't have to wait until tomorrow, tonight, Liu Zhongwu, who is now straight-faced, will be in a better mood.

Liu Zhongwu seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness in his heart at this time, and looked at the surrounding lantern market with interest, and a smile appeared on his originally straight face. Qinzhou is located on the border, and it is not as prosperous as Jingzhao Mansion in normal times, and it is far less lively than Jingzhao Mansion during festivals, and he can't help but be fascinated.

is different from Liu Zhongwu, as well as Li Xiaoliu and Lu Ming, who have been dazzled. Han Gang looked around, but there was a sense of indifference in his heart.

The noisy street market, the jubilant crowds, and the innocent smiles of the children all tell the story of peace and happiness here. Although there is hard labor, although there are endless taxes, after all, it is a peaceful place where you can't hear the smoke of war.

In the 100 years since the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, despite the turmoil from time to time and the border has not been less than war, the country has maintained a general peace. For the people living in the mainland during the Xining period, it may be very ordinary, but in the hundreds of years of the late Tang Dynasty and the Five Dynasties, it was a rare happy time.

It's just that fifty or sixty years later...... Maybe forty or fifty years later, the peaceful years in front of us will be trampled to pieces under the iron hooves from the north because of two stupid emperors and a few traitorous ministers.

First ...... For the first time since the time travel, Han Gang pondered the meaning of his coming to this worldly realm.

I remember reading "Li Taibai's Anthology" in my spare time a few days ago, and I just read the poems, but one of the prefaces made Han Gang remember it deeply: Those who live in heaven and earth are also the reversaries of all things; Those who have passed through time are also passers-by for hundreds of generations.

Inn...... Han Gang felt that this word was really good, and it was the perfect way to describe him, a traveler who went against the current in time. It's just that he is no longer a passerby, but has settled down.

What can he do for this era?

Is it a more affluent, more stable life? Or is it – by the way, his teacher has a phrase – to open peace for all generations!?

It should be possible! Otherwise, why bother to take a trip here?

At some point, it started to snow again. But the snow was not too heavy, and the wind became weaker, and the snow flakes fell from the leaden sky like catkins and poplars.

Han Gang raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his eyes were vast, and his vision was only ten zhang away. But this morning, I saw the yellow calendar in the post station, but it was clearly written that it was suitable for travel.

Travel-friendly? Han Gang Ha Lu Ha Da Lu smiled, it was really a good yellow calendar.

With laughter, he shook the reins hard. The horse's body moved, and in the snowflakes in the sky, it headed towards the post station.

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The post house in Jingzhao Mansion is far better than the many post stations that Hangang has passed through in the past few days. Not only is there an official in charge of the establishment, but the building is also full of buildings and gardens, and the entrance hall alone is like a restaurant, or a three-story restaurant, but it is just receiving officials who come and go from Shaanxi.

At the time of the festival, most of the tables in the hall were already occupied. Han Gang, who has not yet received the confession, is not conspicuous at all among the many officials in the hall. After checking the post ticket, Han Gang got three side rooms in the side courtyard, put down his luggage, left Li Xiaoliu to guard it, and returned to the hall with Liu Zhongwu and Lu Ming.

According to the treatment standards of low-grade officials, the post man who acted as the second junior in the post house brought a table of wine and food to Han Gang and the others. Han Gang tasted it, and the wine and food were all of the highest quality, worthy of Jingzhao Mansion. It's just that they don't sit in a good position, he is not qualified enough on the third floor, and the seats by the window on the second floor, where you can see the lights, are all occupied early, so they can only find a corner near the staircase to sit down.

Han Gang's next table was against the window, and there were three people seated. The two people leaning against the window on his side, one is middle-aged in his forties, and the other is in his early twenties, both of whom look like martial artists and have strong figures. Just sitting is like two mountains facing each other. The remaining one played horizontally, showing the lowest status. He was facing outward, with his back to Han Gang, just looking at his back, he was also a man with a strong physique, but he was wearing the costume of a Confucian student.

Han Gang only glanced at them, then withdrew his gaze, and picked up chopsticks and filled his stomach with Liu Zhongwu and Lu Ming.