"Stop, dismount, pay your taxes!"

Outside Chongwen's gate, Meng Yan asked the tax collector to stop him.

"How much?" Meng Yan then remembered that ordinary people did not have to pay taxes when they entered the city empty-handed, but they had to pay taxes when they drove goods or rode livestock into the city.

There is no other reason, and it is stipulated in the "Da Ming Law".

"Thirty Wen!"

"It's so expensive, wasn't it ten wen before?" In my childhood memories, people from other places rode into Beijing on horseback, and as long as they did not carry goods, they would be charged a tax of ten cents.

"Little brother, this is all the old yellow calendar, and last year it was thirty!" The tax road at the gate of the city.

Meng Yan was unwilling to entangle with this kind of tax-collecting official, so he paid for the entry tax.

Now he is not rich, but he is not poor either.

Meng Yan led the horse and walked slowly on the street, the capital of the Ming Dynasty at this time was still a little different from the capital in the later part of history.

Beijing City has become the capital of the Ming Dynasty for only a few decades, and some places are still being built and supplemented, and this vast and brilliant project has not yet been completed.

In addition, the outer city has not yet started, and the area from Zhengyangmen to Yongdingmen is already densely populated, with many merchants, and the streets are crowded, which is very prosperous.

But this part is not the capital, it can be regarded as the junction of urban and rural areas.

Meng Yan sold the big green horse that Yu Xin gave him in the horse market, removing all traces, so as to reduce his whereabouts as much as possible and be discovered.

Although the tail is solved, the mastermind can't do anything to the other party for a while, the capital, he has been away from here for ten years.

If someone tracked down the horses, it would cause problems for Master Xin's servants, so when dealing with the horses, he kept an eye on them and sold them to a caravan going south, so as to minimize the danger.

It took him nearly an afternoon to deal with these things, and after making sure that there were no flaws, he did not go home immediately, but found an inn to stay overnight, and by the way, he also inquired about the situation in the capital.

Today's Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is the famous "Cricket Son of Heaven", Ming Yingzong Zhu Qizhen.

This emperor is the most legendary of all the emperors of the Ming Dynasty.

The young son of heaven, high-spirited, should have worked hard to become the ruler of the world, but listened to the eunuchs' slander, the royal conquest, a big defeat in Tumubao, 300,000 elites in Beijing were lost, and he was also a prisoner for a year, after being released, he lived in Nangong for eight years, and successfully regained the throne, life can be described as ups and downs, magnificent waves.

It has now been ten years of orthodoxy, and the war that will determine the future rise and fall of Zhu Qizhen and the Ming Dynasty is still four years away.

Four years later, where will he be above the temple?

Mixed in the crowd, Meng Yan finally returned to the city of Beijing after a ten-year absence, with towering city walls, bell towers, rows of shops, and people.

Meng Yan's home is in Sichengfang near Chaoyangmen, and if you want to go there, you have to pass through at least half of Beijing.

Meng Yan was a little homesick, after all, it was this body that gave him a new life, and he also accepted all the memories and feelings of this "Meng Yan".

This kind of family affection dissolved in the blood cannot be erased!

Looking for a big car shop, Meng Yan rented a carriage for fifty yuan and asked the coachman to send him over directly, after all, if you walk on the soles of your feet, I am afraid that you will have to walk for more than half a day before returning home.

He was really not in the mood to enjoy the scenery of Beijing.

The wheels were rolling, in the crowd, running forward, like a glimpse of light in front of him, and his childhood memories revived like a tide, almost squeezing Meng Yan's head.

"Childe, it's here!" In a trance, hearing the coachman's call, Meng Yan pulled himself back from his memories.

He didn't care how much the capital had changed, or if it had become more lively and prosperous than he remembered, he only thought about one thing, how he should face the man who ruthlessly sent an eight-year-old child to that undercover road, and what was the first thing he said.

It always feels a little weird to call another person "Daddy".

After paying for the car, Meng Yan got out of the carriage and was down-to-earth, and suddenly he had a feeling of unreality.

I actually have a home in Beijing, a huge courtyard, which is not easy in the future generations!

The street in memory, the archway of memory, and the familiar taste, yes, the taste of mutton stewed noodles!

"It's so fragrant, I haven't eaten it in ten years!" Meng Yan closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, his stomach growling uncontrollably.

Do you go home first, or do you eat first?

If it was the real Meng Yan, he would definitely choose to go home first, but he wasn't, he chose to go to dinner first.

It's been ten years, things are wrong, and in Meng Yan's memory, he hasn't gotten the slightest news about his father in the past ten years.

He's undercover, it's a job that dances on the tip of a knife, and he must be careful not to have anything to do with his past, or risk being exposed.

He may already be a dead man in his household register.

Therefore, before resuming his identity, he must first understand his father's situation, and the restaurant happens to be the most suitable place.

"Guest, what do you want to eat?"

"A bowl of mutton stewed noodles, put more spicy seeds, hurry up!" Meng Yan put the blanket on the table and quickly commanded.

"Okay, a bowl of mutton stewed noodles, put more spicy seeds!" Xiao Er, who ran the hall, turned his head and shouted, and quickly went to greet the other guests.

In the past, he and his father often came to eat this noodle restaurant, and it has been open for at least ten years, and the signboard has not changed, but I don't know if the taste has changed.

The person who chased him should not know his true identity yet, and along the way, he was very careful, and there should be no tail, so he came back boldly with confidence.

In less than a stick of incense, a bowl of steaming mutton stewed noodles was delivered to him: "Guest officer, you use it slowly, it's not enough to greet again, the second bowl is half price!" ”

"Xiao Er, your boss is really good at doing business, this bowl of mutton stewed noodles is already full of weight, and a bowl of ordinary people is enough." Meng Yan said with a smile.

"Guest officer, you look at it as the first time to come to the shop, the business of the shop is taken care of by the neighbors, so the amount is enough, as for the second bowl at half price, it is an old man of our shopkeeper who has a very large amount of food, and one bowl is not enough to eat, so I got such a second bowl at half price!" Dian Xiaoer explained.

"What?" Meng Yan's hand shook slightly, he remembered that every time his father came here to eat, he asked for two bowls of noodles, and the second bowl, the shopkeeper always only charged half of the money.

A single man with a child, life is tight, although Jin Yiwei has a bright appearance, he also has to do something.

The father was originally a general of the Han Dynasty of Jinyiwei, and the official was to a hundred households, but I don't know why, he was lame with one foot, and the Han general formed a battalion of his own in the Jinyi Guard, and he had high requirements for grooming.

In my impression, my father was too upright and unwilling to go along with the same stream, and was gradually excluded by his colleagues.

"Lord Meng is a good person, it's a pity......" The little second suddenly sighed.

"Little second brother, this Lord Meng is the old man in your shopkeeper's mouth, right?" Meng Yan frowned, and he had a bad premonition.

"Yes, guest officer, after eating noodles, let's leave quickly, here, Lord Meng is a taboo." The shopkeeper said kindly, "I see your face, remind you, understand?" ”

"I know, thank you little brother!" Meng Yan sighed in his heart, could it be that something had happened in his family.

Old friend?

Could it be that the father has ......