The summer in the west of the moraine is not yet over, and the post road on the hilly hillside is littered with gravel, and the road is lined with various shrubs and wild onions, and the center of the road is slightly raised, and there are bunches of plantain like fluffy hair.

There is a post station on the top of the slope, called Chihe Station, which is named because of its proximity to the source of the Red River. The post station is a small military fortress built of rammed earth, with high walls built on all sides, battlements and watchtowers, stables in the fort, dozens of warehouses and post houses, and can provide caravan accommodation for more than 100 people at the same time.

Every morning, the chief walks around the earthen wall road, and then climbs the watchtower of the post station, and looks up to the surrounding vibrant poplar forest.

It's too much to see this kind of scenery, so it's better to go back to the house and sleep with your mother. As soon as the chief was about to turn away, he saw a drunken veteran walking up the road, swaying on his horse, holding his neck high and dripping the last drop of wine from the gourd into his mouth, smacking his lips with still unfinished thoughts.

The post chief frowned, what he hated the most was the ** on this Anxi post road, all of them were very difficult, if he hadn't been born in the army and had experienced the battle formation, he wouldn't have let these bastards ride on his head.

In the courtyard of the post station, a scholar had just led the thin horse into the stable, untied the bamboo basket from the horse's back, and carried it on his back, heading towards the grass hall, the main building of the post station.

The scholar came to the grass hall, but saw a post guard standing on the steps with his hands on his chest, the scholar took the initiative to step forward and asked: "Dare to ask the military master, I want to settle down in our post station, but there is a free post house."

The postman glanced down at the scholar and asked coldly, "Can there be an official to tell him?"

"None."

"There can be correspondence with official documents"

"Not either."

"What about the household registration?"

"There is a color injection in the household registration, Master Jun, wait a minute, I'll show you." The scholar had just taken the bamboo basket off his shoulder, but the post man waved his hand: "No need, seeing that you are a scholar, you will give 300 yuan for a day of accommodation, and you will eat and drink separately."

"It's so expensive" The scholar opened his mouth wide in astonishment and asked: "A certain person stays in an inn in Qiuzi City, and it is only two hundred yuan at most!"

"Scared!" The post man sneered with his eyes: "It's too expensive, you go back to the guest house in Qiuzi City, what are you doing in this wilderness, Uncle Ben invited you to come."

The scholar was immediately furious: "You post man is so greedy! I set up a post station in Anxi Duhufu, originally to pass on official documents and facilitate passing merchants, who taught you to open such a large price to collect money!"

The post guard said in a fearless and annoyed voice: "Okay, you are a scholar, you are so ignorant, Lao Tzu saw that you are a scholar, so he gave you accommodation, you fucking think Lao Tzu wants more, five hundred yuan, I can't live in love!"

"I can tell you! There are Hu people and bandits in this area during the day, and wolves at night, so if you have the guts, you can go outside and deal with them for a night!"

"Good, good!" The scholar's face turned pale with anger, and he pointed at the postman and said, "Call your post chief, I want to ask him how he opened such a high-priced inn!"

"Boss!" The postman shouted at the top of the grass hall by the throat.

A soldier leaned out from the railing on the roof of the building, tore open his throat and scolded: "Fan San, you melon coward, what did you tell me to do!"

The postman raised his neck high, clasped his hands on his chest and said, "There is a poor sour man here, who said he wanted to see you, and he thought you had set the price of accommodation too high."

The post chief only glanced down at the scholar with slanted eyes, and then said coldly: "Don't bother me with this kind of shit, I can't afford to tell him to get out."

"Hey!" Before the scholar could speak, the postmaster had already left from the top fence.

The post guard stared at the scholar and said sarcastically: "What's the matter, are you still living?"

The scholar's anger subsided, and he smiled helplessly when he mentioned the bamboo basket: "Okay, I don't live in the post house, find a corner in this courtyard to deal with the night."

"Two hundred dollars!" The post man villain was determined and scoffed at the innocence of this scholar: "As long as you enter this Chihe Post and are protected by our post station, you will have to pay two hundred in the open air and five hundred yuan in the post house, either pay the money or get out, Lao Tzu finds it really fucking hard to talk to you poor sour."

The scholar didn't get angry but laughed: "Okay, five hundred is five hundred, I'll pay for it!"

He lifted the tarpaulin of the bamboo basket, took out a cloth bag from it, put it in the palm of his hand and opened three layers in a row, only to pick out the smaller one from a few pieces of broken silver, wrapped the rest and put it back into the bamboo basket, stretched out his hand and threw it to the post man.

This postman's hand in grabbing money is also very sharp, and he grabbed the broken silver in his hand with a volley.

"My silver weighs half a tael, and you can get me back three hundred dollars."

"Don't worry, I'll give you the silver over the scale, we don't deceive in this regard, and we won't find you less than a penny, okay, go inside and rest, I'll arrange a post house for you later."

The post guard weighed the broken silver in his hand a few times, and said bitterly: "This person is a scumbag, just now I asked you for 300 yuan and you don't live, don't you live in the same way for the price of 500 yuan?"

The scholar snorted heavily, and walked towards the grass hall with the bamboo basket on his back, but he stopped as soon as he stepped up the steps, and looked back to see a soldier of Luotuo carrying a wine gourd and a horizontal knife at his waist.

He stood at the door and turned around, glanced at Li Siye, who was pretending to be a soldier, and then at the post guard, and simply sat on the bamboo basket, curious about how the post guard would respond.

Li Siye rushed straight into the grass hall with the wine gourd, and the post guard hurriedly stood up his stomach in front of him: "Oh, what's the matter with you, why are you still breaking in?"

He squinted his eyes on his back and showed a drunken state: "What, this post house won't let me in"

"Let me ask you, is there an official to sue you?"

"Nope."

"Do you have an official document with you?"

Li Siye took out a horizontal knife from his waist with a swoop, held it in his hand and said, "Lao Tzu, this knife is an official document!"

The post guard suddenly changed his face and shouted at Li Siye: "Don't give me this, let me tell you, I've seen a lot of ** like you!"

"There's a disturbance at the door!"

Three or four post guards rushed out of the grass hall, holding broad-bladed knives in their hands, and the two on the left and the two on the right were faintly outflanking.

"Drink, a few little post guards, dare to use knives with Lao Tzu! Let me tell you, when Lao Tzu was fighting with the Tuqi Shishi on the battlefield, you were still peeing and playing with mud!"

The post guard grinned and said disdainfully: "It's these two sentences again, you stinky soldiers, can't you have some fresh words?"

"Okay, I'll give you a whole little fresh today, ask for money, no! Master only has this rotten life, I will deal with you here today!"

Li Siye and the post guards were deadlocked on the spot, and the other party only scolded the stinky soldiers, but they refused to get close to each other from afar.

The head of the post man suddenly laughed, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it, it's just a hundred and ten dollars, you can keep the old dead and buy a coffin."

The guards all breathed a sigh of relief, withdrew the knife and retreated to the grass hall, Li Siye also inserted the knife back into the sheath, and snorted: "Your grandfather and I will not die, if you kid wants to inherit my knife, you have to wait for more than ten years."

The postman snorted, and he didn't quarrel with this kind of **. He has been on an errand in this post station for many years, and he has seen a lot of Hu people and Han people from east to west, and he is the most difficult in the Anxi army.

Li Siye strode into the grass hall, there were already many business travelers inside, most of them were sitting on the ground, and four or five people surrounded a rough four-legged case. The Persian and Sogdian merchants looked at him in fear, and quickly hid their eyes in their veils to avoid misfortune.

The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, there are indeed a lot of scum in the Anxi army, Li Siye is role-playing, and he has the charm of seven or eight points.

The scholar played by Zhang Yuanli walked in with a bamboo basket and sat in front of another desk not far from him.