After staying in Chang'an for many days, Li Siye decided to go to the emperor's table, explaining that the border defense was of great importance, and that he should not be left without a day without a general, and that he should end his daily activities in Chang'an as soon as possible and return to the Anxi court.

After receiving the song, the emperor readily agreed, and ordered hundreds of civil and military officials to see him off at the official post outside the city, and An Lushan had also enjoyed this treatment before.

The officials knew very well that Li Siye had become one of the new upstarts of the empire, and in terms of treatment, he was already on an equal footing with the one who occupied Youyan, and it was unknown whether it would be even higher in the future. However, judging from the current situation, he has the branches of the Yang family in the court, and it is estimated that it will soar all the way in the future, and there will never be a chance to fall.

As soon as the news of Dr. Li's departure spread, officials of all sizes had already sent people to occupy an area on the side of the official post road outside the city, which was called a building near the water. The closer you are to the station, the greater the chance of being able to speak to Dr. Li, although this opportunity is uncertain. However, there are still many petty officials who work tirelessly to cooperate with the slaves in the family to occupy a good position and build a grass hut to enclose it, indicating that this is my territory at the time of farewell, and no one is allowed to occupy and embezzle it. Most people with good intentions exhaust their family savings and prepare a bottle of good wine in the grass house, maybe when Dr. Li stops and stays, they take the opportunity to go up to offer wine and say goodbye, maybe they can show their faces, and let Dr. Li remember it from then on.

It is said that An Lushan's two henchmen Gao Shang and Yan Zhuang gained attention in this way, but this is just a rumor after all, and many people don't take it seriously. Even if it's not true, there are also many bigwigs from the DPRK and China who are present to see them off, as long as they can get a glance from Yang Guozhong or Li Linfu, it seems that they can change their life and destiny.

Those who go to occupy the land in person, send someone to occupy the land, or play the post station to help keep a place, after all, are just small fish and shrimp. Where do the real bigwigs need such a strenuous operation, as long as they stand in a certain position, everyone will be intimidated by the light emanating from them, and they will retreat one after another. Some people even travel in a kind of front and back hug, which can easily disrupt the order of the scene.

After all the positions of the three-mile post road in front of and behind the post station outside the city were emptied, people heard the news from the city, saying that Dr. Li left the city three days later. This made the officials or servants who were trapped here cry in their hearts, why are they so unpunctual! Finally seized a piece of advantageous feng shui treasure land, just gave up in vain, and when he came back one day, this place had already changed hands.

But now it is already early winter, and the night is particularly cold, and on this empty Guanzhong Plain, a gust of wind blowing with a cold wave is blowing, which is enough to freeze people through. The cold showed the gap between the rich and the poor between the officials and the small officials, and those who had servants in the house left the servants to guard the place and go back to the city to sleep, while the poor little officials could only collect firewood by themselves during the day, and at night they lit a bonfire, squatting in front of the fire and rubbing their stiff fingers, and their backs were still as cold as ice. Even when the reed flower is wrapped around his body, he still shiveres.

And the servants of those wealthy officials could wear wool coats, buy a bundle of firewood for a few copper coins, and get into the carriage of the carriage that stayed where they were at night, and get into the fox fur brocade and sip two sips of wine and be sleepy.

Among these officials waiting in front of the bonfire, there were two officials from Jixian Yuan, one of whom was named Zhang Kang and the other was named Du Fu.

The identity of the two of them in the Jixian Palace Academy is that they are ungrade scholars, and they are responsible for transcribing academic classics today when engraving and printing are not yet popular, and they receive less than 1,000 yuan a month and two buckets of rice, and their lives are quite hard. Chang'an City is full of a large number of such officials, busy like ant colonies every day, in the eyes of the rulers they are all tools that can be called back and forth, do not know that each of them has dreams and ambitions hidden in their hearts.

Zhang Kang and Du Fu were both such people, both of them were dressed in white scholar's robes, their elbows and shoulders were patched, and their hands stretched out like dry wood were stretched out over the campfire, the cold air encroached on their shoulders, their noses and faces were red, and they wanted to shrink their heads into their stomachs.

Du Fu looked up at the dark sky, sighed and said: "The sky is cold, the night is long, how can we get through, do you and I not only have to bend our waists for five buckets of rice, but also freeze to death in this cold wind for these five buckets of rice?" ”

"This is wrong, Brother Du, what are we working hard for today, isn't it just for him to enjoy glory and wealth in the future? This position is only half a mile away from the post station, as long as we survive these three days, we may be able to get the opportunity to present water and wine poems to Dr. Li, you can dedicate the poem you wrote the day before yesterday, and you will definitely be able to win the favor of the doctor. ”

"To be a civil official under the command of the Jiedu envoy is to accumulate qualifications, and with the help of Dr. Li's connections in the future, maybe he will be able to do a state assassin history."

Zhang Kang kept chattering in his mouth, and hurriedly turned his body to roast his back with the flame, Du Fu was so cold that his teeth trembled, and he said: "Why don't the two of us take turns to replace and guard here, and wait until the third day before Dr. Li's team leaves the city, and then we come out and wait." ”

"Forget it, won't it be cold when you return to Chang'an City, the rented tiled house leaks rain in summer and wind in winter, you have no charcoal basin, no wool quilt, what's the difference between the city and this wilderness."

Du Fu touched it for a moment, and felt that Zhang Kang's words were very reasonable, but he and Zhang Kang's ambitions were never the same, he wanted to send Jun Yao Shun, protect the country and save the people, and continue to write glory for the Tang Dynasty. Staying in the cold wind and waiting in the cold wind like this for the sake of being an official does not match his personal lonely character.

The morning glow rises from the horizon, drawing the outline of the post stations that stand on the earth in layers, and they wait for the light to drive away the darkness and cold. But this is only one of the many days and nights, which passed last night and will come tonight.

The servant guarding the position next door shivered from the carriage and walked down, holding a charcoal copper stove in his arms, covered with a thick wool coat, he glanced at the two scholars who were guarding the cooling fire, and said with a smile: "Are you still waiting here?" Du Fu, Zhang Kang, I advise you not to delay your efforts, my Ah Lang is a petty official of the eighth grade, and you two don't even have a grade, can it be your turn to show your face. The day after tomorrow, all the officials in Chang'an City will come, and then the two of you will not even have a place to stay. ”

Zhang Kang just smiled and smiled, showing the good temper of a gentleman, Du Fu threw down the firewood in his hand, and said indignantly: "I think I learned poetry and books at the age of twenty, and I was trapped in Beijing, but I could only provoke a group of rope camp dogs to cry and laugh in my ears, what is the use of learning moral articles?" ”

When the slave heard this, he was immediately very angry, and he crossed his waist and scolded beside him: "After learning two poor words, you dare to say that you have passed through the heavens and the earth!" What, with your virtue, you will be a subordinate until you die! If you are really high, you don't have to come here to cling to the powerful with our group of rope camp dogs. Aren't you going to be a bitch and still have to build an archway?"

Du Fu was so angry when he heard this, he simply threw off his sleeves and walked towards the city gate with his hands behind his back.

Zhang Kang hurriedly shouted behind him: "Zimei, what are you doing!" Why care about other people's words! ”

"The white gull is not mighty, who can tame it for thousands of miles! Zhang Wulang doesn't have to keep it, Du Zimei has her own plans. ”

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The outer city Guo Jinguang Gate had just opened, and Du Fu walked against the flow of people to the city, and he went all the way south to the vicinity of Yonghefang. Seeing that there were steaming Hu cakes in the shop in the middle of the shop, I couldn't help but feel hungry in my stomach, but when I touched a few coppers left in my waist, I finally endured the hunger and went back to cook a bowl of corn porridge to drink.

He entered Yonghefang, because this place is close to Nanchengguo and somewhat remote, there are not many houses in the fang, most of them are old warehouses and vegetable gardens. The house he rented was also here, with a thatched roof and peeling and dilapidated walls. He usually lived and ate in the Jixian Hall Academy, and was only driven back here when Mu Xiu was in peace.

Du Fu pushed open the door, went to the corner and found the rice jar hidden under the straw mat, grabbed a handful of rice and threw it into the copper bucket, ready to make a fire to cook porridge.

"Du Zimei?"

Du Fu turned around in fright, but saw a man wearing a scarlet robe with a lack of hips, a military attaché-like head, and a horizontal knife at his waist standing outside the door. The man's eyes were clear, his cheekbones were high, and his skin was coarse like a mottled city wall blown away by wind and sand.