I got dressed and hurriedly washed my face. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info shook his head, forcibly threw his remaining sleepiness out of his head, pushed open the door, and walked out.

As I expected, for the Tang people, this is indeed not too early.

The store was opened by an elderly couple with their son, and I don't know why the daughter-in-law is not there.

The son of the old couple was a little honest, and his dark gray coarse clothes were slightly dusty. There were also thick oil stains sticking to the clothes at hand. There was a handkerchief on his shoulder, which was also full of mud stains.

Now I am running back and forth to check the luggage of the guests who are about to leave. When you take the copper coin from every guest, you will have a smile on your honest face.

Datang is a place where cultures blend, and there will always be businessmen and travelers from neighboring countries who come to do business or explore local customs. In this small shop, there are even three Persians. Now he is standing in front of the store and strapping his goods to the carriage. I kept communicating in a language I didn't understand.

"Eh" used his hand hard to pull the hemp rope heavily. The shopkeeper's son instantly turned a little red in the face, and the bruises on his hands burst out. He shouted slightly, and then jumped out of the carriage with a hearty smile.

"Okay, keep it in the car honestly, you can't fall off when you get to Chang'an." As he spoke, he patted the horse's buttocks. The whole action is extremely skillful, and I don't know how many times I have done it at first glance.

The three Persians smiled at each other, and it seemed that they could also understand Chinese.

"We, Chang'an, how far away?" One of them, a bearded man, patted the shopkeeper's son on the shoulder and stretched out his hand to point in the direction of the official road.

Although I can understand it, it seems that I am not very fluent in speaking.

Following the direction he pointed, the shopkeeper's son said, "Just follow this road, you just keep walking." It's official, it's spacious, and it's not bad. If you're fast, you'll be able to get there today. ”

"Okay, okay, thank you then!" The Persian replied with a smile, and then muttered a few more words.

"You're polite, pay attention to safety, it's not early, please!"

Sent the Persians away with a smile, and before he could go back to the store to rest, he shouted next to him: "Second brother, you can order the goods when they come."

The shopkeeper's son answered and quickly ran over.

Helan Minzhi stood at the door, watching this scene one by one. The air in Datang is so good, and the morning is the time when the air is fresh. Autumn is even more autumnal. It makes people feel infinitely comfortable.

The prosperity of the Tang Dynasty depends not only on Li Shimin, but also on Li Zhi. The prosperity of Datang is based on the Datang people who work hard every day.

"Son, come and eat, hurry up after eating." Hearing his mother's greeting, Helan Minzhi hurriedly ran back to the store.

The three of them knelt on top of the small table, and an old woman trembled and brought over a plate of steamed buns.

Looking at the steaming steamed buns, Helan Minzhi can be said to have a great appetite.

"Madame, your steamed cake is ready. I'm waiting for a while, and the old man is cooking it for you. As he spoke, he put the steamed bun in his hand on the small table.

Helan Minzhi casually glanced at this old woman. Gray hair, rough big hands. Like the wrinkles carved into the face with a knife and axe, the skin is dark yellow.

Wu Shun nodded, and didn't talk to the old woman, but just gently wiped the undried water on Helan Minyue's face. Then he smiled and said, "Eat it quickly, the steamed cakes are still hot." ”

"Mother eats too." After finishing speaking, he first picked it up and handed it to Wu Shun and Helan Minyue, and then took a bite impatiently.

If the previous soup cake was acceptable, I could barely eat it. Then this steamed bun is really hard to swallow.

The steamed bun itself is nothing, but what kind of trouble is the trap inside?

Lamb.

Steamed in the pot, this smell is fishy. Oh my God, I want to vomit but I can't, I want to swallow but I can't swallow. Tears in your eyes and don't know what to do?

"Mother, it's delicious, Yue'er still wants it." Just when Helan Minzhi was difficult to swallow, Helan Minyue praised this mutton steamed bun like a funny one.

rubbed the little girl's head, and broke another piece for her.

"This small shop is really good, the soup cakes are remarkable, and the steamed cakes really have mutton, so I'll give you a few more dollars later." What are you doing? Eat! ”

Listening to the words of the two, Helan Minzhi wanted to cry without tears, and finally swallowed it with a strong scalp. I couldn't eat half of it like a swallowing medicine, so I had to excuse myself and say that my body was just right, and I couldn't eat it greasy.

I made do with two more bowls of noodle soup, barely filling my stomach.

Packing up, the coachman came over.

The stout Guan Long man also looks a little old. On a cool autumn morning, he only wore a short shirt and carried a horsewhip in his hand, and his muscles set off a fierce atmosphere. The Tang people are still martial, and the Guan Long man at this age is running away, and he still has a little kung fu on his body. Moreover, I don't have the guts, I don't have a few brushes, and I don't dare to take over this out-of-the-box job.

"Mrs. Helan, the horses have been fed and the carriage has been packed. After eating, let's hit the road. "The voice is rough and powerful, and it sounds safe. He Lanmin secretly admired his mother in his heart.

While being driven away by Helan's family, he picked this coachman at a glance among more than a dozen coachmen. It can be seen that there is a discerning person, and the subtleties are enough to witness. is also a martial sister, even if her mother is not as good as the ancient empress Wu Zetian, but she is by no means a mediocre person.

Swallowing a mouthful of soup cake in his mouth, Wu Shun raised his eyes and looked at the coachman.

"Okay, big brother, it's already autumn, and the weather is cold in the morning and evening. Wear more clothes and don't catch a cold. ”

Hearing his mother's gentle words of concern, Helan Minzhi could clearly see that the coachman's black and yellow face was a little dizzy. This year, although it is the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. But the class division of society is clear. A nobleman is a nobleman, and a commoner is a commoner. Often the aristocracy looked down on the common people, even if they had to hire them as a last resort, as if it were a kind of charity. Where will anyone be looking at these flat-headed people. What's more, is it the care of such a beautiful aristocratic woman? Where can you not make the driver feel fluttery.

"Helan lady is too worried, our peasant family who always runs away to work, if we can't stand this cold, then we will do it." After saying that, he patted his chest and showed that he was very strong.

Seeing this scene, Helan Minzhi was even more amazed in his heart. Just this sentence, I kept the coachman and sent his mother and son to Chang'an in a down-to-earth manner, maybe there is still a little reluctance! This skill of buying people's hearts can be said to be perfect.

Wu Shun chatted with the coachman without a ride, and Helan Minyue's snack was finally finished.

took the juan cloth in Wu Shun's hand and wiped her mouth, and Helan Minzhi rubbed her black hair. suddenly found that Wu Shun and Min Yue were not looking at them right.

"My son is older and knows how to take care of my sister."

Helan Minyue was even more happy as if she had eaten honey, and her little mouth was cracked.

You know, Helan Minzhi never did these things before. But Wu Shun didn't doubt it, he just thought that he had suffered a big change, and he had changed his temperament when he matured.

"Madame, your luggage has been loaded into the carriage, do you think there is anything else you need?" The son of the old couple came over and asked.

Wu Shun shook his head, and after settling the money, he took the two brothers and sisters out of the store.

The old woman was waiting outside the door, handing the Hu cake in her hand to Wu Shun.

"Let's bake it ourselves and give it to the nobles to taste. It's still a day's journey to Chang'an, and I don't know if you bring dry food, which can be regarded as a little bit of our mind. ”

Wu Shun wanted to give money, but the old woman said that she didn't want anything, and after reluctantly, she still accepted the kindness.

Seeing that this seemed to be something like naan from Xinjiang, Helan Minzhi once again complained about the Tang people's technology in choosing names. Everything is called a cake, a piece of soup is called a cake, a naan is called a cake, and a meat-filled steamed bun is also called a cake.

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At this time, the sun has already emerged from the east, although it is not yet fully bright, but it is already sunrise in the east. The morning sun is now on the quaint official road, which has a unique flavor.

The official road in the Tang Dynasty was extremely developed, although it was not as good as now, but there were tens of thousands of recorded official road miles.

Helan Minzhi looked at the wide official road, with straight poplar trees planted on both sides of the road, at the same intervals, one after another planted by the government. It seems to be extremely energetic, especially in the face of the rising sun, which makes people feel energetic.

When he came to the car, Wu Shun picked up Helan Minzhi and carried him and Minyue into the car.

"Lady Helan, you can sit tight. Let's go. After saying this, the coachman gently raised the whip in his hand and dropped it heavily.

"Drive, drive, drive"

There was a roar from the horses, and they raised their hooves and ran wildly ahead.

Helan Minzhi, who was sitting in the carriage, staggered, no, this could no longer be regarded as shaking, almost the strength to throw himself out. There was no way to sit down in the carriage, and there was no time for the bump to stop. If you relax a little, I'm afraid you'll crash into the carriage.

"Zhi'er feels uncomfortable, right? Come here, my mother hug it. Seeing his appearance, Wu Shun asked.

"It's okay, it's okay" waved his hand again and again, if it was really an eight-year-old child of a nobleman, he could naturally let his mother hold it. But it looks like the body of only eight years old Zhengtai, pretending to be the mind of an obscene uncle. How embarrassed to let my mother hug.

"Hahaha, my son has grown up and knows that he is shy. Then sit by yourself, come to Yue'er, go to sleep, and when we wake up, we will go to Chang'an's grandmother's house. ”

Helan Minyue also glanced at Minyi, smiled slyly, and then shrank her head into Wu Shun's arms and fell asleep in such a shaky carriage. Not to mention anything else, this kung fu alone made Helan Minzhi admire it from the bottom of his heart.

She can let Wu Shun hold it, but she can't. Stretching out his hand to lift the curtains of the carriage, there was no beautiful scenery outside the car. Dusty roads, especially when horses step on them, can be described as flying sand and rocks. There are also the same trees and grasses around, and I have to admit that I am a little lonely when I first walk through and see the green. This Datang lacks everything, and I'm afraid the last thing it lacks is green.

After looking at it for a while, it was really not interesting, so I lowered the curtain and slowly closed my eyes.

It is undeniable that the atmosphere of Datang has indeed made me drunk. But this incompatible living habit is really helpless.

Ahead is Chang'an, the most prosperous city in the world. It is also the city where I will live for I don't know how many years. How should you feel about yourself? My heart is still full of anticipation.