Chapter 9: Is it a certificate?

‘Damn, I knew that the people of the Tang Dynasty were so mean, so I might as well take the risk of chatting with the Ren-sen for a while. At least I asked clearly what Li Longji is doing now and where to go to the door of his house!’ I’ve been turned away several times in a row, but I almost got bitten by a dog. Zhang Qian couldn’t help but secretly regret it.

Although the group of people with the surname Ren was a little overly enthusiastic, they had not shown any malice so far. As the people Zhang Qian met along the way, he regarded him as a plague god. Compared with the two, the guys with the surname Ren immediately became much cute.

But he walked so casually just now, but now he turned around, Zhang Qian couldn't hide his face. Just as he was panting and straightening his waist, preparing to continue to try his luck at the next farmer, a familiar voice suddenly came from his ears: "Bashi, Bashi..."

"I'm not a master, I told you before!" Zhang Qian felt very irritable when he heard it. He turned his head and corrected it loudly. Wherever he looked, he saw Ren Cong's sweaty face.

Without those followers, Ren Cong was alone this time. He didn't ride a horse, his slightly fat legs were rushing fast. He was afraid that Zhang Qian would ignore him, and while running, he was shaking the leather bag in his hand desperately, "Bad, sleep, sleep! (Master, water, water)"

"Thank you!" With the experience last time, Zhang Qian already knew that the leather pocket was filled with fermented glutinous rice. He immediately felt a little moved in his heart. He smiled and came forward, reached out to take the leather bag that Ren Cong specially sent, untied the rope and swallowed the siphon.

The fermented glutinous rice made from corn still had a stinky smell, but it fell into Zhang Qian's mouth, but it was sweeter than before. When he was drinking the fermented glutinous rice, Ren Cong stood by and watched happily, and a pair of fleshy eyebrows were bent into two crescent moons, as if he had drunk it.

"This little fat man should not be a bad guy!" Zhang Qian's guardianship was more serious than his peers, but he was not a cold-blooded animal. Seeing Ren Cong running, he stopped quickly, wiped the mouth of the leather bag with his hand, and handed it over with a smile, "You, drink some too!"

"No, no." Ren Cong didn't understand Zhang Qian's words very well, but understood his movements and waved his hand embarrassedly. However, in the end, he could not bear the torment of thirst and the other party's insistence. After giving in a few times, he took the leather pocket with a smile and blew his mouth to mouth.

Of course, two young men who had just finished running had no trouble dealing with a bag of fermented glutinous rice. Three minutes later, their leather pockets were completely emptied, and the relationship between Zhang Qian and Ren Cong was also brought closer.

"Where are them, and your horse?" Zhang Qian looked up and looked around. In the rising twilight, he did not see the annoying sloppy doctor and the rest of the cloth turban. Zhang Qian asked with a smile.

Ren Cong still didn't understand very much. He looked around with his eyes and replied carefully, "Wu Lei Vine, the vegetable field is the Five Thunder Vine! (Wu Li Pavilion, this place is Wu Li Pavilion)"

"Oh," Zhang Qian was so anxious that he shook his head repeatedly, and had to squat down again and wrote on the ground with a stone: "Where are the others, where is your horse?"

This sentence does not conform to the grammar of the Tang Dynasty, and some of the words also came from the Tang Dynasty. However, after thinking about it twice, Ren Cong barely understood what he wanted to express. He smiled embarrassedly, squatted on the ground, and slowly wrote with a stone: "Stupid, disturb the master, far away, follow!"

‘So I was following in the distance.’ I felt kindness from Ren Cong’s words again. Zhang Qian smiled and quickly corrected, “Not a master, my surname is Zhang!”

'Okay, if you say it's not, it' Ren Cong looked at Zhang Qian's bare head and weird dress and said in his heart that his subordinates continued to write, "This place is called Wuli Pavilion and Zhuque Gate, not far away. Brother, go to Chang'an. Hurry, the city gate is about to close!"

There was no punctuation mark, but he carefully distanced the words and sentences from different distances. Zhang Qian saw it and quickly understood what it meant. He quickly threw the stones, got up, bowed, "Chang'an, go first!"

"I and I are on the same road!" Ren Cong also quickly stood up and took the initiative to walk forward.

Even though he knew that he could not really go with him, Zhang Qian could no longer refuse his kindness. He had to follow him quickly and nodded with a smile, "Thank you, Brother Ren."

Knowing that he couldn't understand his words, Ren Cong waved his hand gently and then continued to hurry up. However, after only seven or eight steps, he felt that he was not sure to take Master Zhang into the city before the Chang'an city gate was closed. He stopped again and wrote on the ground with a stone: "Horse, ride?"

"No!" Zhang Qian waved his hand straightforwardly.

Ren Cong could understand this body language, so he stood up helplessly, and continued to grit his teeth and accelerate. After a while, he walked away and sweated profusely.

Seeing that he was fat and weak, Zhang Qian couldn't bear it. He simply stopped and said, writing on the ground with stones, "I'll walk, you ride a horse, let them send the horses to you!"

"Same, walk together!" Ren Cong was so tired that he was out of breath, but shook his head stubbornly.

This time, he didn't squat down to write, but Zhang Qian understood what he meant. He smiled and took the initiative to slow down.

The little fat man Ren Cong instantly discovered that the two of them didn't need to write and had hope to have some simple conversations. They were so happy that they forgot their fatigue. While walking, they gestured with their hands and asked, "Brother Zhang, Kuang Geng?"

"Guo Geng?" Zhang Qian was stunned, but without much effort, he understood that "Guo" was actually "expensive". He replied with a smile, "Twenty-one, no, twenty-two, according to your algorithm."

Fearing that Ren Cong wouldn't understand, he stretched out his index finger and middle finger of his right hand and gestured two two, one against the other.

Ren Cong understood and understood, and danced happily, "I, eighteen. I am young, you grow up!"

Zhang Qian understood this sentence directly, so he nodded with a smile.

Ren Cong was greatly encouraged and gestured again, "I, Brother Zhang, where is it?"

Zhang Qian felt ache in his heart when asked. He looked up and looked around, and a little melancholy appeared on his face, "I, Shi, no, Hejian."

"Hejian?" Ren Cong was stunned again, very suspicious. Hejian's accent was so different from Chang'an. However, he did not have the courage to express doubts to the master. He hesitated for a moment and took the initiative to turn to another topic.

This little fat man had the idea of ​​becoming a disciple of a master, and had nothing to say to get close to Zhang Qian. Zhang Qian also hoped to learn a few words of Tang Dynasty words as soon as possible through conversation. Therefore, the two coincided. Along the way, if they could make clear gestures, they could make a gesture, and if they couldn’t make clear gestures, they would squat down to write. The more they talked, the smoother they would make the speculation.

After all, he was four years older than Ren Cong and a poor child was a family. During the conversation, Zhang Qian tried his best to avoid his origin. During the fat man Ren Cong asked several times, he was ambiguous by saying "very far away" and "inconvenient to tell each other". As a result, the more he did this, the more unfathomable Ren Cong felt, and his admiration was so bright that his eyes were almost sparkling.

As for the knowledge that he urgently needs to know, Zhang Qian tried to ask as simple and straightforward as possible. The fat man Ren Cong was questioned several times and felt that even a master should not lack common sense. However, when he thought about it, this might be a test for him by a master, so he deceived himself, honestly answered questions and told everything he knew.

After a while, and comparing the only historical knowledge left in my mind, Zhang Qian finally did not look at the current Tang Dynasty. He finally understood why the monks and the people along the way were guarding themselves like thieves.

It turned out that not long ago, a bloody case occurred in Chang'an City. Crown Prince Li Chongjun was suddenly "hijacked" by his confidant, and led 300 confidants to the mansion of Prime Minister Wu Sansi, and removed the latter from all over. Immediately, the thieves "carried away" the prince and attacked the palace.

Unfortunately, the power of only 300 people was not enough. As a result, His Majesty the Emperor came forward and shouted, and the three hundred "rebels" scattered birds and beasts.

Crown Prince Li Chongjun was "carried away" by a "small" thieves and fled to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. He first begged for mercy, but was rejected by Empress Wei, and then remorse. With apologies to his father and Empress Wei, he found an opportunity to hang himself in the southeast branch.

The emperor was the Emperor of the Holy Ming Emperor, and Empress Wei was also "compassionate", so of course she would not implicate innocent people. She just punished the remnants in the city and sent someone to Zhongnan Mountain to pick up the prince's body. Even so, when "retrieving" the prince's body, the Imperial Guard would inevitably have a fight with the thieves.

As a result, there seemed to be a lot of blood flowing in the city. Outside the city, there were countless people who died near Zhongnan Mountain. The smell of blood only disappeared after a long time.

Many people just died at the foot of the mountain. The princes and grandchildren of Chang'an City naturally would not go to the vicinity of Jixiang Temple to watch the autumn scenery. The beasts in the mountain were all tempted by the smell of blood.

Zhang Qian was not lost early or late, but he just lost his way at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain just after the smell of blood had dissipated for a few days. Who else could he chase after if the evil wolf who was used to eating human flesh did not chase him?

The crime of taking in rebel remnants is the crime of extermination. The monks of Jixiang Temple and nearby farmers were not close to him and Zhang Qian was not close to him, so it was already the greatest kindness to not send him to the government. How could he even let him enter the house and have good food and good food?

"Brother Zhang, don't care too much!" Seeing that Zhang Qian's face became more and more serious, the fat man Ren Cong knew that the master should not have such a huge reaction to ordinary things, and still kindly reminded him.

After the previous stuttering, Zhang Qian's communication with him had been much smoother. He smiled and nodded slightly, "I know. I don't care. Thank you for your reminder!"

"Brother Zhang, you're welcome!" Ren Cong smiled and shook his head, continuing to talk nonsense.

Since Chang'an City has just flowed into blood, it seems that it is irrational to rush over at this critical moment. Zhang Qian originally wanted to ask the fat man: Do you know there is a guy named Li Longji? What is this person doing now? Is there a lot of talents under my sect, or is there no one optimistic about it? However, when I think about how I am now, even if I join Li Longji, I will be a cannon fodder at the most likely point, so I decided to give up again.

Just as I was chatting with Ren Cong, I suddenly saw a checkpoint appear in front of me. The people who were rushing to Chang'an, whether they were riding a car, riding horse, or carrying loads, all of them were arranged in two long lines in front of the checkpoint, one on the left and the other on the right.

"What are you doing? The remnant of the prince?" Zhang Qian was stunned, stopped instinctively, and looked out from afar.

In the twilight, he saw people riding horses, riding cars and wearing various rabbit-eared round hats on their left, taking out a bamboo piece from their arms and showing them to the officials in the checkpoint for verification. The people carrying a load on their right, or without a load, but wearing a cloth turban on their heads raised their faces and were confirmed by the old men standing in front of the checkpoint. (Note: rabbit ears, there are two wings behind the hats in the Tang Dynasty.)

"Brother Zhang, the certificate of the quota, the certificate of the quota, hurry up!" For fear of delaying too long, he missed the city. Ren Cong took Zhang Qian's hand and walked around the team to get in front of the checkpoint, while urging in a low voice, "Acquaintance, it's convenient to do it!"

"Duan Certificate?" Although he understood that Ren Cong was going to take him to Jiasai'er, Zhang Qian didn't understand why he needed a Duan Certificate, so he frowned and stopped again.

"Director, Brother Zhang?" Ren Cong hesitated and looked at Zhang Qian up and down. After a while, he was convinced that the other party was not deliberately pretending to be stupid. He stomped his feet and added in a strange Tang Yin whispered, "Brother Zhang, pass the office, verify!"

"By the place?" Zhang Qian was able to compare a few Tangyin with the pronunciations of the 21st century Chinese, but hesitated and shook his head gently.

"No, really?" Ren Cong couldn't believe his ears and lowered his voice to ask.

Until now, he really doubted that Zhang Qian is not a master!

The legendary master is either a monk or a Taoist priest. However, Zhang Qian does not have the necessary certificates for monks and Taoist priests!

It’s better to have no certificate of vassals. After all, in legend, there are many hermits who are usually hidden in the countryside and occasionally come out to search for disciples with destiny to teach their unique skills! But Zhang Da Ge seems to have no need to travel by "passing place"!

Without a place issued by the local government, and he is not a monk and Taoist priest, how could he come to Chang'an from Hejian?

Along the way, how did he pass the checkpoints and how did he stay in the inn?

I am afraid that before I leave my hometown twenty miles, I will be stopped by the officials, tied up and sent back to my hometown, and then the butts will be whipped by the village chiefs!

"Really!" Zhang Qian was so nervous when asked, he looked calm and nodded vigorously.

Until now, he finally understood what it was! That thing was the way of the Ming Dynasty. Oh my God, martial arts novels really kill people! The heroes traveled around the world, but no one brought that thing!

'God, fortunately, I'm not at the gate of Chang'an City! This is just the first road inspection!' It was said that at that time, before the soldiers and officials at the checkpoint were paid attention, Ren Cong pulled Zhang Qian up and turned around and left, "Brother Zhang is so brave! How can you be willing to live?" (Brother Zhang is so brave, you don't want to die?!)

"Where do you go?" Zhang Qian also realized that he could not get what he had. He might encounter big trouble today and dared not struggle. He let Ren Cong pull him away quickly.

"Let's go!" At this time, Ren Cong didn't care whether Zhang Qian was a master or not. He promised that he would not be arrested by the government and dragged down his whole family.
Chapter completed!