After Zhang Yu got out of the dock, he walked along the waiting hall corridor to the outside of the port.

The hall was bustling with people, and he noticed that the space above seemed to rise infinitely high, and the light could shine directly through it.

This wooden and stone building, which was built in the early days of the Imperial Palace, has survived a hundred years of wind and rain, but it is still intact, fully demonstrating the superb skills of the craftsmen of Tianxia.

It was only at this time that he suddenly heard a strange tone, and when he turned his head, he saw a barbarian man with oil paint on his face kneeling on the ground, his arms wide open, standing in the light, and muttering a sentence over and over again.

A sharp brass whistle suddenly sounded, and a group of port guards with bareheaded lacquer sticks and copper whistles around their necks rushed up, pressed the man to the ground, tied him up, and gagged him, and soon took him away.

Zhang Yu changed his mind, he was very familiar with the language of the indigenous tribes near Ansan, and the words that the barbarian man said just now translate to "The heir of Yin Maca was born in the darkness and the rotten tree, and it is behind the light!"

"Yin Macha" has different metaphors in different contexts, and when placed here, it means the god of plague.

He remembered very well that the cultist who had made a deal with him believed in the so-called god of plague. Now it seems that there should be a lot of such heretical cultists, and it is no wonder that the Metropolitan Protectorate will order a strict investigation.

It's just that he is also wondering, since there is a "source energy" on the statue of the "God of Plague", is there also a similar god statue?

He felt that once he had found a place to stay, he needed to try to find out more about the cult of the gods.

After stepping out of the tall arched doors, you can see a wider avenue outside.

He paused in his steps, and from the angle he was standing on now, many buildings on the inner city terrace were surrounded by wisteria trees and more than a dozen waterfalls, shrouded in a misty rainbow, looking like a city in the sky, and anyone who saw this beautiful scenery for the first time would probably have an infinite yearning for it.

Not far away, there were a few barbarians waiting here to beg for a living, and when they saw Zhang Yu standing still and winking at each other, they came over with smiling faces, and at the same time stretched out their hands to help him carry his luggage, and some people muttered and asked him if he needed to hire a carriage, and a few women in bright clothes and heavy makeup tried to get up.

Zhang Yu ignored them, swept his gaze, and waved at the guard who was standing not far away, who immediately strode over, and the barbarians who came up immediately dispersed in a hurry.

Zhang Yu took out a Xia Jinyuan and handed it to the guard, who accepted it and blew a whistle to the outside world, and a moment later, a four-wheeled carriage with a carriage drove over to the sound of brisk horses' hooves and stopped smoothly in front of him.

Zhang Yu took a look, these are two brown horses, with smooth fur, sturdy limbs, and high tails, which should be Qianlu horses on the open plains in the lower reaches of the Dan River, and they are indeed the official chariots and horses of the port.

He nodded, asked the groom to carry his luggage, and then grabbed the armrest and sat into the carriage.

The coachman asked, "Where is Shaolang going?"

Zhang Yudao: "Go to the redemption office first." ”

Walking in the Dongting Metropolitan Protectorate, every time you go to a place, you have to exchange road stickers locally and pay road tax.

In addition to stating the identity of the poster, age, place of origin, and whether there is a criminal record, the post should also press the red clay finger impression, and then add a brief description of the appearance.

The road sticker that Shi Dongliang said earlier is this thing.

If he insisted on writing down Zhang Yu's experience of trading forbidden goods and reported it when he reached the capital, then the record would have remained on his road sticker and could become a stain in the future.

Of course, it is not mandatory to redeem road stickers, you can not redeem them. But without this thing, you have to pay more taxes for accommodation and travel, and it is inconvenient to go anywhere, and it is particularly eye-catching. Under the rule of the Metropolitan Protectorate, Si Kou usually investigates and corrects cases, and the first thing he looks for is this kind of person.

The coachman was obviously familiar with this kind of thing, and naturally said, "Just in front, Shaolang is sitting firmly." ”

Located at the end of the port avenue, next to the sea tax yamen, the entire building is made of white ashlar stones, with a dome roof above it, and the cicada wing flag of the Metropolitan Protectorate is hung high, which is very easy to recognize.

When the carriage arrived, the square in front of the gate here was already full of all kinds of carriages and horses, and there was an endless stream of people coming and going.

There are 36 corridors and halls responsible for the pasting, which are surrounded by a circle around the dome. The Anren clerks in blue cloth tight-sleeved shirts inside are very efficient, looking for files, comparisons, inquiry, signing, sealing, collecting money, and changing stickers in one go, although there are many people who come and go, Zhang Yu still quickly got the road sticker.

When he returned to the carriage, he thought about it, from getting off the boat to the present, most of the clerks and officials he had seen were people with yellow eyes and thin eyebrows.

These Ans were the first natives to integrate after Tianxia established the capital here. But who would have thought that just a hundred years ago, the Ann people were still active in the wilderness, only gathering and hunting barbarians.

At that time, the Ann people were full of parasites, deformed and ugly, and most of them suffered from serious genetic diseases due to the custom of consanguineous marriage. And now most of them are tall, full of red light, knowledgeable and literate, and they look no different from ordinary Tianxia people.

In fact, now they are the Tianxia people with Anren blood.

However, he also knew that the Anren could have their current status because they had made great efforts in the battle sixty years ago.

At this time, he heard the coachman asking where to go next, and he said, "Go to the Wenxiu Monastery under the Xuezheng Yamen." ”

The new law is only taught in the Taiyang School Palace, and entering the School Palace is the first step, but not everyone is qualified to enter this place.

First of all, you must be a Tianxia person, secondly, you must pass the local examination of the Metropolitan Protectorate before the age of sixteen, and finally you must have a famous person as a guarantee, and then there will be a place to draw up a booklet with your specific record, which will be divided into two copies after being confirmed and printed by the Metropolitan Palace, one for your own custody and one for storage in the Bunshumon.

As for the Taiyang School Palace, it is not involved in this matter. In the past, the Imperial Protectorate would take away the talents it needed first, and the rest would be handed over to the Academy, which is said to be to prevent all officials from having the same origin.

Because Zhang Yu came to this world with mature memories, he has his own set of methods for learning. At the age of twelve, he passed the traditional gentleman's examination first, and in the same year passed the selection examination.

Originally, he was already preparing to go to the Taiyang Academy, but at this time, his adoptive father felt that he was still young and had no ability to protect himself, so he invited the old cultivation teacher to him.

In the next five years, the first two years he studied breathing and breathing with him, and the next three years, he has been traveling and practicing abroad, so he has never been able to make the trip.

Fortunately, as long as the student has passed the selection examination and has not exceeded the age of eighteen, then the document will always be sealed and kept for you. Now he only needs to take it out, and he can go to the Taiyang Academy Palace to study.

The carriage was back on the road at the urging of the whip, and he flipped through the newspapers.

In the end, the newspapers of the capital are much richer in content than those of the local newspapers, and after reading them for a while, he has gained a lot of useful things.

Through these newspapers, he also noticed that the personnel changes in the capital hall seem to have become a little frequent recently, and these things are still before the council period, and those who have a little knowledge of the situation in the capital know that this is not a good thing.

It's just that at this time, he turned to a tabloid, which actually said that the recent change in the position of the Metropolitan Protector was because many officials had been assassinated in Ruiguang City. His heart moved, and he flipped through it again, and found that there was only one copy of this newspaper, and it seemed that it had been sandwiched in.

He thought for a moment, folded the newspaper a few times, put it in the cloak, and hid it, then picked up the rest of the newspaper and flipped through it.

"Huh?"

It didn't take long for him to see a message in a remote corner, and he thought to himself: "It seems that this tribe is really coming to the capital to protect the mansion......"

Just as he was about to take a closer look, the voice of the coachman suddenly came from outside, saying, "Shaolang, it's here." ”

So fast?

Zhang Yu was a little surprised, as far as he knew, the Wenxiu Temple should be within the city outline, not far from the inner city, but at the moment it seemed to be near the port.

But that was five years ago, and I think there have been changes in the past five years.

He got down from the carriage, looked around, and found that the environment here is relatively remote, or it can be quiet, under the shade of a few cypress trees is a courtyard with an obvious Tianxia style, and several houses are hard mountain roofs, vermilion lacquer pillars and beams, and volcanic walls on both sides, but they look a little dilapidated.

He crossed the gate and entered the vestibule, and found it unusually deserted, and no one came to greet him, and walked up the mossy stone steps into the main hall.

After the long case, a middle-aged scribe with a long beard sat on a sour branch wooden chair, holding a scroll and looking at it, when he heard someone coming in, he didn't look up, and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Yu clasped his hands together and said, "Write the article, and the students will come and pick up the booklet that is sealed here." ”

"Oh?"

The scribe raised his head, and when he saw Zhang Yu, he didn't feel a little distracted for a moment, he coughed, stood up, and said politely, "Please also give me the name of Shaolang and the sub-book." ”

Zhang Yu took these two things out of his cloak pocket and handed them over, and after the scribe took it, he said "Wait a minute" and walked to the back hall unhurriedly.

After a long time, the scribe turned out with a strange expression, he put the sub-book and the name card on the flat case, and said: "Zhang Shaolang, you take these back, your document is not here." ”

Zhang Yu looked at him and said, "Not here?"

The scribe sighed and said, "It's gone, you know?"

Zhang Yu saw that there was a trace of pity in the scribe's eyes when he looked at him, and his mind changed, and he immediately reacted, his document was ...... Misappropriated!

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