Andingfang, one of the Guochengfang outside Chang'an, is next to the north city wall.

Leave the Imperial City and pass the Xiude Fang.

If you want to go shopping and experience the style of the Western Regions, you can walk directly to the south, pass through three squares, and you will arrive at the famous West Market.

After a rain, there are various whispering accompaniments in the night of Chang'an, in addition to the earthy fragrance.

Meng Fan rode a royal horse obtained from the king of Zhou, swaying, followed by two palace attendants, each carrying a poke lamp, and walked west along the street.

A poke lamp reads: King Zhou.

A poke lamp reads: Xiang Wang.

This kind of lamp has a long handle, which is usually plugged into the base in front of the door, which is convenient to take away the lighting when traveling, and also symbolizes the door, so that the night watchman knows his identity and does not get knocked on.

After all, Chang'an has a strict curfew.

Drunk and committed the night, tied to Yu Hou, and broke his teeth in defeat - he was drunk at night and ran to the street, was caught by Wu Hou in the fang, slapped a few times, and his teeth were broken.

To be honest, this is already a relatively good end, and it belongs to catching up with people in a good mood. If you meet someone who has just finished kneeling in the dice basin after a quarrel with a lady, and beats the person who committed the night to death with a stick, it is considered to be a normal performance of official duties.

Even the great poet Du Fu, when he was drinking with Li Siye, the general of Jinwuwei, half-jokingly chanted a poem: Drunk should be a night, terrible Li Jinwu.

In this way, the people of the Tang Dynasty in the Middle Ages still continued the life trajectory and ancient customs of their ancestors who worked at sunrise and rested at sunset.

"A noble man who has just come out of the Imperial City."

"I'm so young, and I'm still handsome, I don't know which son it is......

When the night watchman saw the words on the poke lamp, he didn't dare to approach at all, let alone ask questions, and whispered.

Due to the fact that the city gate and the hundreds of square gates were closed at night at the same time, the two palace guards planned to order Yu Hou to open the door quickly, but Meng Fan felt that there was no need to trouble others, so he directly recited the mantra and led them to rise up in the clouds.

Vehicle: Xiangyun.

Speed: Unknown.

After all, Meng Daochang had just learned all kinds of tricks and doorways from Deng Tianjun, and it was the first time he used it.

The mana consumption is negligible, and it is exceptionally stable, but unfortunately after the new car, it is not with beautiful women, but two burly men with lush beards.

……

After meditating for a long time, Meng Fan slowly opened his eyes, this was the night he was most immersed in cultivation since he crossed the Tang Dynasty.

After all, the dojo already exists, even if it is just a private residence of the prince, it is spacious and magnificent enough.

To be honest, if you want to sell, many buildings that belong to the royal specifications need to be demolished, and only the house is a temple, or the house is a temple, or the house is a temple, can be guaranteed to be intact.

The twilight rumbles and the moon rises.

The rumbling of dawn urges the day.

The former, Meng Fan has not yet experienced, he was praying for rain in the palace at that time, and participated in the banquet, but he did not see the scene of seven minutes before sunset, when the gong was struck three hundred times, the shops in the east and west cities were closed, and the customers went home.

According to the record, with the completion of the gong 300 times, the street drum was resounded in five waves, a total of 800 times, and the last drum sounded, and the night just fell.

And now, you can see the sunrise in Chang'an.

"It's close to the Imperial City, with an attic overlooking it, and it's a great place to see the scenery."

In the fifth hour of coming to Chang'an, I did three things - recognize relatives, engage in a career, and find a place to stay.

Meng Fan, who was standing on the roof of the building, still felt dissatisfied, so he simply pinched the magic trick and soared into the clouds.

Boom!

The first sound sounded, on the tower of the Chengtian Gate of the main gate of the Taiji Palace, the dawn drum vibrate, and then the three gates of Hanguang, Suzaku and Anshang, all of them had armored soldiers who quickly climbed the city tower, half-bare and beat the drum hard.

On the north-south street, the drum tower followed up in turn, with the rumbling sound from the inside to the outside wave of spread, the gates of the forbidden palace, the gates of the imperial city where the yamen worked, and the solid wood doors of the inner square were all opened.

The rhythm of the drums gradually unifies and becomes rhythmic, as if urging the sun to rise.

At the same time, the hundred temples in Chang'an City also began to echo, and the morning bell was struck.

The drums beat loudly.

The bells are deep and distant.

The two are intertwined, and the morning sun erupts from the eastern sky.

"What if you like to lie in bed...... The country is urging you to get up." Meng Daochang felt this strange atmosphere, and his thoughts diverged for a while.

It is no exaggeration to say that the entire Chang'an City is a huge alarm clock, and the official has drum towers in each square, and the temple monks are almost the same.

The most important thing is that the dawn drum is not beaten in one go, a total of 3,000 times, divided into five waves, and the duration is relatively long.

Meng Fan estimated that many people in Chang'an were awakened by the first wave of drums in their sleep, slowly climbed out of bed, combed their hair and washed their faces, changed into clean clothes, and walked to the familiar pastry stall, at this time the second drum sounded.

In this atmosphere, the bed-resting people can hold up to the end of the four drums, hurry to clean up, and can also step on the bell and drum of the fifth drum to go to work.

Of course, there were also more involuted workers in the Tang Dynasty, who gathered in front of the gate before dawn and waited for the opening, all in official robes, rubbing their eyes and cleaning up their tired faces, while nibbling on cakes, barely satisfied.

When you get to the official office, you must rejuvenate your spirit, after all, the yamen is named, and those who are late are generally deducted, but there is no shortage of situations.

Chang'an, the nightmare of real workers.

"Hu Cake, Hu Hu Cake!"

"Deep-fried victory, a lot of ghee and honey."

The snack bar opened in the fang began to do business, the north is dominated by pasta, the so-called giant victory, Meng Fan glanced at it, and said in his heart:

Hey, isn't this a dumpling?

In addition, the method is also very simple, glutinous rice is pounded into powder, first kneaded into a thin skin with honey, wine, and sugar, and then baked in advance, and thrown into the oil pot to fry when the stall is cooked.

"Boss, two pieces of bread, minced mutton."

"Fennel is abundant."

Meng Daochang is a cannibal of fireworks, and Jiaolong meat is just some kind of concoction.

Under the earthen stove, the firewood was red, the light of the fire was constantly beating, and the Sogdian master with a high nose and deep eyes was bare-chested and bangbang, and the white steam in the steamer was rising upward.

The baked cake is fragrant when it is hot, golden and crispy, fragrant and crispy, the mutton filling is not fishy or fatty, and spices are added, and the mouth is full of oil in one bite.

The price is not expensive, only four dollars, can be exchanged for two large meatloaf.

And the goods before the money.

After getting it, Meng Fan hurriedly ate one, and then walked to a short distance and sat down:

"Boss, a bowl of chicken soup."

The so-called gluttony, which is understood by later generations as soft dough sheets, add some sour sauce and shallots, and eat it with mutton and beard cakes sprinkled with sesame seeds, Meng Fan feels comfortable all over his body, and the whole person is more and more comfortable.

Due to various reasons, he will not go to court today, Meng Fan's letter is still verbal, and the holy decree of slaying the dragon will not be known until tomorrow's court meeting.

However, this did not prevent him from going to the yamen to have a look.

There are ghosts and gods in the Taishi Bureau, that is, Qin Tianjian, there should be capable people, right?

It can be seen as an ancient version of the ghost catching army.