Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 141 Unreasonable
Four hundred street drums sounded one after another from the direction of Chengtian Gate, which was an order to close the gate.

After that, another [-] street drums were hammered, the gates of each workshop were closed, walking on the street was prohibited, and those who violated the order were flogged twenty times.

Walking on the street after the door is closed and before the door is opened is called "criminal night".

Walking in the square is not within the scope of the ban.

If there is urgent business to be done, please present the documents issued by the county, state, and three provinces, or the emperor's decree.

The auspicious, inauspicious, and sick cases of private households are special cases, and they can only pass through after the district or county has issued a certificate.

The left and right guards on duty, who obstruct the passage when it is possible, but let it pass without meeting the passage conditions, shall be given [-] lashes.

On duty, if a thief passes by without noticing it, he will be whipped fifty times.

If a thief is discovered and left unattended, it will be considered a crime according to the director's intentional indulgence.

Intentionally indulging, no matter what crime the other party is charged with, they are all guilty of the same crime.

Of course, there are also incidents where the left and right guards (Jinwu Guards) beat and killed criminals.

In April of the third year of Yuanhe (Tang Xianzong), Guo Limin, the Chinese envoy, got drunk and committed the night, and killed him with a stick.

Afterwards, although the person on duty was punished, the person who died also died.

Wei Wang's mansion wanted a document, and it was impossible for Yankangfang not to open, so except for the imperial doctor who stayed behind to observe, the rest of the people hurried home while the lights were on.

Damn, this is the first time I found out that Dunhuafang is so far away.

Fortunately, tomorrow is a holiday, the eighth day of February, so you can have a good night's sleep.

What day is the eighth day of February?

The mind is already chaotic, so what the hell.

It was close to the second watch, and Fan Zheng came to Dunhuafang, had a conversation with Marquis Wu in the workshop, got started, asked Sun Jiu and Lu Yisheng to rest separately, so they don't have to meet tomorrow, and then pushed open the concealed courtyard door.

The courtyard was brightly lit, Ayefan Lao Shihu put on a face, and kicked Fan Zheng's ass, ignoring that it was an official uniform, and roared viciously.

"Melon skin, you've grown so much! You don't come back when you're outside! Why don't you die outside?"

Beaten for no reason and scolded venomously, Fan Zheng couldn't help being angry no matter how good-tempered he was.

"What's the matter, if I don't come back, I will sleep with flowers and sleep with willows? Do you want me to resign my official position, and then hand over the Dunhuafang property, and then I can't get a fart every day with three hammers, just on this three-acre land Turn, work hard every day to eat!"

It was really a mistake, Fan Zheng admitted it after being beaten, but this inexplicable occurrence was still the most sleepy time!
There are still A Niang and Du Shengxia in the yard!
collapse!

If you are Aye, you don't have to be unreasonable!

Turning his head, kicking open the door of the wing, Fan Zheng inserted the latch, touched the remaining pieces of woven cloth from memory, wrapped his body, lay down on a pile of boards, and quickly started snoring.

In the yard, Du Shengxia could be heard faintly sobbing, but it was a pity that Fan Zheng couldn't open his eyelids.

……

It was three poles high in the sun before Fan Zheng got up and glanced at the crumpled official uniform.

If you wear it like this, people will believe you are a disciple of the beggar gang.

There was no movement in the empty yard.

The velvet cloth, hey, is just a fresh picture. It has not been scoured. Not to mention the lingering smell of the velvet cloth, the key is that it is not soft and warm enough.

In fact, the wool washing process is not without it!

Among other things, just the brush, without the washing process, can the hair be so soft?

Hey, too lazy to move, too lazy to think.

Back in the empty room, I changed the crumpled official uniform, sprinkled some water on it, put it on the table, boiled a pot of boiling water, and ironed the official uniform with the bottom of the pot.

Although the craftsmanship is unfamiliar, no major mistakes were made, and no place was burned or scorched.

Put away the official uniform, set up a small wok by the way, boil the soup and cakes, and just deal with yesterday's leftovers for a casual meal.

In the eyes of outsiders, it may be a bit bleak, but before turning over, wasn't Fan Zheng living like this?
Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, tidying up, Fan Zheng went out and abducted him to Tie Dazhuang's house.

Very well, Tie Dazhuang just came off duty from the Beast Charcoal Workshop today, and is making paper figurines and bamboo horses in the middle of the yard.

Paper figurines are a small handicraft of Tie Dazhuang, and they can be sold for a small sum of money before Qingming to help support the family.

The bamboo horse is a performance in the social fire. Judging from the size of the bamboo horse, it is a project for my own children. The bamboo bone paper skin is because the painter is too ugly.

Tie Dazhuang, who is five big and three rough, has a rough appearance, and is still a craftsman.

However, these days, it's normal. If someone's house has a problem, it's just a matter of a few neighbors repairing it at once, and it's just a matter of taking care of the food and drinking.

Except for Ma Shan, everyone has some skills, but it's just that they want to exchange this skill for money, hehe, it's difficult.

Seeing the bamboo horse and thinking of Shehuo, Fan Zheng remembered what day it is today.

The eighth day of February is said to be the day Sakyamuni became a monk.

The Spring Society of the Han family has the sayings of the second day of February, the eighth day of February, the twelfth day of February, and the fifteenth day of February, but what is certain is that the Spring Society of the Tang Dynasty will definitely not be the eighth day of February.

The evidence is conclusive, because during the day of Ningning, the eighth day of the second lunar month and the Spring Society are juxtaposed, and each is given a day off.

"Tie Dazhuang, use rattan as the bone, tie a curved bone with two arms two feet three feet long, and then use linen as the surface, and sew it firmly..."

Fan Zheng clarified the request.

Tie Dazhuang thought for a while, and replied affirmatively: "On the fifteenth day, it must be tied up!"

Fan Zheng was about to pay the bill, but was stopped by Tie Dazhuang.

There was a hint of pleading in Tie Dazhuang's eyes: "I know I'm rude, I like to take advantage, I have a lot of minor problems, and I'm not worthy of Ku Zhenzhen, but I just can't help liking her."

Want to help lobby Ku Zhenzhen?
It's kind of hard.

Ku Zhenzhen's aunt, the Kuliu family, died in September of the 11th year of Zhenguan, and the 27-month discipline period will expire in the first month of this year, and Fan Zheng was actually negligent.

After getting rid of clothes, you can get married.

Tie Dazhuang sighed: "I don't have to marry, but I just look at it every day to be happy."

Lick the dog, lick the dog, nothing!
"However, Ku Zhenzhen still wants to become a nun, and went out to inquire again today. The aunt's nunnery in Chang'an is in that workshop! Supervising censor, you should try to persuade her anyway. There is really no need to shave her. Even if she marries someone else, I don't care. happy."

This reason is very refreshing.

At this time, in Chang'an City, there seems to be only Tongyi Square in Chang'an County, the place where the ancestor Longqian lived, and it was established as Xingsheng Temple and Nunnery in the first year of Zhenguan.

However, Ku Zhenzhen couldn't reach the one with a high threshold.

Fan Zheng was able to get a glimpse of the whole picture of the decree of the Ministry of Rites and Temple Department because he provided some references.

Among them is one: Daughters and granddaughters of officials of the fifth grade or above who become monks are allowed to practice in official residences or temples without interference.

Xingsheng Temple is a place that provides shelter for the daughters and granddaughters of scholar-bureaucrats who avoid unsatisfactory marriages.

"Don't worry, Ku Zhenzhen doesn't even know a few words, even if you give her Buddhist scriptures, she won't understand."

Fan Zheng comforted him.

Tie Dazhuang heaved a sigh of relief.

It's inexplicable, when you are a licking dog, you still don't care if you are a monk or not!

(End of this chapter)