The donkey cart left Shuzhou City and gradually walked away along the post road, Xu Mingyuan sat on the wheel, his feet hanging in the air, swaying slightly, squinting slightly, the autumn sun shining on his face, warm.

The donkey cart walked for an hour, and gradually disappeared the shadow of the town, and the view of the similar scenery on both sides of the post road seemed a little boring.

Xu Mingyuan got up and got into the carriage, the carriage was not small, and there was a thin quilt underneath, in the past, their master and apprentice went out to travel, if there was no place to sleep, the two of them could sleep when they were crowded.

Under the bamboo mat under the quilt, there is also a layer of books, all of which are Xu Mingyuan's favorite books, and it is really difficult to give up, so I simply brought them all.

But now more than half of the entire carriage is crowded with dry food, hard-boiled eggs and other things, and it is difficult to find a foothold. Xu Mingyuan shook his head with a smile and began to tidy up.

Not to mention anything else, there are sixty or seventy hard-boiled eggs alone, Xu Mingyuan eats two a day, and he may not be able to finish eating them until Chang'an.

As for things like baked cakes and steamed buns, there are also three bamboo baskets, if these things don't break, it's enough for Xu Mingyuan to eat all the way to Chang'an.

But it's not winter yet, and it is estimated that these things will not be edible in a few days, Xu Mingyuan peeled an egg and put it in his mouth to eat, thinking about how to dispose of these things, and it would be a pity to wait for them to break.

After eating the eggs, Xu Mingyuan, who looked around in the wilderness, didn't think of any good way for the time being, rolled up the curtains on both sides of the carriage, rolled up the quilt and leaned behind the carriage, found a comfortable position to lie down, and took the three packages with his hands.

Three packages, one was sent by Zeng Qingyi, one was sent by Su Yimeng, and the other was sent by Liu Sanniang, which should be two clothes and a pair of shoes.

Xu Mingyuan first opened the package sent by Liu Sanniang, it was a pair of black short cloth boots, which were much better than the old boots on Xu Mingyuan's feet that had been worn to the point that only a little bottom remained.

In addition to the boots, there was also a light blue sachet in the package, one side embroidered with a delicate little sword, which looked like a green frost, and the other side was embroidered with a brush, and a delicate Ling character was embroidered with red thread in the corner.

Xu Mingyuan put it to his nose and smelled it, it was a faint mint fragrance, which was his favorite taste. You don't have to think about it to know that this is embroidered by Lingling's little girl, and the embroidery is indeed much better than the chicken-like mandarin duck at the beginning.

Hanging the sachet directly on his waist and putting his shoes aside, Xu Mingyuan took the blue package given by Su Yimeng and opened it, and started with a blue-white cardigan with a good texture, with a loose style, which should cost a lot of silver.

Su Yimeng is not short of silver in Forget Worries, although he is a Qing man, but he collects a lot of silver for a song. Now in the plum garden, the price is probably even higher.

Xu Mingyuan accepted the clothes, unwilling to brush Su Yimeng's mind, she lived too hard, why did she have to worry about it.

Re-folded the clothes and put them back in the package, Xu Mingyuan took the purple package sent by Zeng Qingyi, inside was a purple narrow-sleeved gown, the cuffs were embroidered with gold thread A few auspicious clouds, and he just glanced at it, and he was sure that this purple shirt definitely fits. If you want to be familiar with Xu Mingyuan's figure, in addition to himself, the next one is probably Zeng Qingyi.

Xu Mingyuan rewrapped his clothes and shoes and put them in the compartment under the carriage, it was still appropriate to wear old clothes on the road, and when he entered Chang'an and changed into new clothes, he could also avoid a lot of troubles in the academy.

Leaning on the quilt, he took a book of anecdotes from under the bamboo mat and read it, although the Shu Road is difficult, although the road is far, if you just lie down like this, it is not difficult to think about it. Xu Mingyuan looked at the slowly receding scenery outside the window, thinking leisurely, the autumn breeze was blowing, and he was so uncomfortable.

The donkey cart was moving forward on the official road neither fast nor slow, and it gradually moved away from Micang Mountain.

In front of the Taoist Temple on the top of Micang Mountain, Qing Xuan carried his hands, and his long beard was slightly blown by the wind, which added a bit of fairy wind bones. His eyes narrowed slightly, looking northeast.

"Breaking the army is reckless, Ziwei is dark, Zipo is meeting again, and the pattern of the world seems to be changing again." After a long time, he shook his head and muttered to himself.

After speaking, he untied the gourd on his waist, took a sip of wine, turned around and walked towards the Taoist temple. Not long after, a white crane flew out of Tiancang Mountain and flew in a northeasterly direction.

Xu Mingyuan couldn't see the rare serious appearance of Qingxuan on Tiancang, and the donkey cart traveled for a long time, and the sky gradually darkened. Halfway through a small town, he gave the eggs and cakes in his cart to the beggars of the town, leaving only enough for himself to eat for two or three days, and then begged for a water bladder.

Now the donkey cart is parked on the official road, and there is no shop in front of the village or behind the village, but there is food and drink, and it is not too uncomfortable.

Xu Mingyuan untied the wheel, let Lao Huang eat the grass on the side of the road by himself, and then took the water bladder to a small river not far from the official road to fill it. gave Lao Huang some water, and then lifted the curtain and entered the carriage.

Sleeping in the wilderness, although Xu Mingyuan can't be called comfortable, he can't talk about panic.

When I was a child, I traveled with my master in the mountains, spent the night in the desert of Tibet, squeezed the barbarians' tents on the grasslands of Beili, caught birds in the jungle of Nanzhao, and even lived on the coast of the East China Sea for two months.

Therefore, although Xu Mingyuan has never gone out alone, if he wants to talk about the golden bull road in Shu, he has walked no less than five times. Although he still can't remember the specific road, he still knows where this road has gone.

As for the thief who blocked the way when he told the master when he was on the mountain, Xu Mingyuan was not very worried. Today's saint is a wise king, 20 years ago to pacify the chaos in the world, make great efforts, attack Tibet in the west, reject Beili in the north, surrender to the south Zhao, and destroy Wu Yue in the east, the Dawan Empire is already the first empire in the world.

If it weren't for the alliance between Tubo and Northern Lebanon, and the Holy Lord was sympathetic to the people's feelings, did not want the people to continue to live in war, and no longer set off a war of war, Dawan's territory would probably be much larger than it is now.

In recent years, the imperial court has been lightly served, the people are self-sufficient, and Shuzhong has the reputation of the country of abundance since ancient times.

And just like his master said, there are really robbers, and he doesn't look down on poor scholars like him, those businessmen with bulging backpacks, which one is not as good as him.

If there is really a master of more than three grades to stop him, Xu Mingyuan can only admit it, but how can there be such an eyeless master in this world.

Xu Mingyuan put the water bladder outside the carriage, rummaged through the carriage, and found a dilapidated oil lamp that he had found out of nowhere, and the dim light illuminated the carriage.

There are two hidden compartments under the wooden planks of the carriage, and a lot of small objects are placed, such as oil, salt, and knives. When the master and apprentice traveled, the donkey cart was not only a tool for traveling, but also a house. When the eight-year-old Xu Mingyuan introduced the donkey cart to the Tibetan monk, he gave it a very attractive name - "RV".

The lamp was lit, Xu Mingyuan packed the quilt into the corner, pulled the bamboo box over, and took out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone inside one by one.

Spread a piece of rice paper on the bamboo box, press it with a paperweight, grind the ink, dip the brush lightly, sit upright, hold low, and pillow the wrist, which is directly written on the rice paper.

Xu Mingyuan has practiced regular script and official script since he was a child, and then practiced calligraphy, and his favorite thing is the wild grass that is bold and free. This practice is a habit that has been cultivated since childhood, and you have to write a little bit every day, otherwise it is easy to be handy.

Half an hour later, Xu Mingyuan put the pen on the inkstone, turned his wrist, which was a little numb, looked at the words on the rice paper, and let out a sigh.

Packed up the inkstone, hung the two pieces of rice paper on the wall of the carriage, and went out of the carriage to chat with Lao Huang, this was the first time he went out alone, and he was really a little unaccustomed to it.

On the high moon level, Xu Mingyuan entered the carriage, blew out the oil lamp, pulled a corner of the quilt over his stomach, looked at the dark roof of the carriage, and began to think about the cost of going to Chang'an all the way.

Xu Mingyuan had ten taels of silver on his body, and in addition to what he had saved before, six taels were a little bit of meaning to him by those rich merchants. Six taels of silver is nothing to those wealthy merchants, and it is not a small amount for ordinary people, enough for a family to eat for a few months.

Xu Mingyuan refused the requests of many wealthy businessmen to marry their daughters, and did not accept any large amounts of money, but only took a share of the silver that the wealthy businessmen rewarded to the scholars on the list. Xu Mingyuan didn't want to owe favors for a few dozen taels of silver, so it was better to take it directly from Zhou Binjie.

This way to Chang'an, it will take at least more than a month, not to mention the hotel, even the money for daily meals will be a lot. Although their master and apprentice traveled all over the world and had never brought money, Xu Mingyuan didn't think that those squires would believe his words of immortality as a poor scholar.

Ten taels of silver to Chang'an, it should be enough to save a little, but if you can't find Qin Zhaoyu in Chang'an, Xu Mingyuan will really be blind.

There was an address on the envelope, but Xu Mingyuan, who had never been to Chang'an, didn't know where it was. I can only hope that the master is reliable, if he really can't find the strange doctor Qin Zhaoyu, Xu Mingyuan may have to sleep on the streets.

He also made up his mind, he went to Chang'an to take the examination and the palace examination, not to mention whether he could get the champion, if he could be a jinshi, at least he could mix an official and a half-position. Buy a courtyard in Chang'an, and take the master to Chang'an to enjoy a few years of Qingfu.

There was no dream all night, and early the next morning, Xu Mingyuan woke up early, first went to the river to wash up briefly, fed Lao Huang some water, carried the green frost, and began to practice swords by the river.

Swords and calligraphy cannot be discarded, this is what Master said to him when he was a child, and he has been adhering to this sentence for more than ten years.

The old man's words are sometimes very reasonable.