Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 71
The sound of the donkey's hooves slowly resounded in Zhuque Street.

Fan Zheng forgot all about it, and nailed a set of palms for the little donkey.

The horseshoe is said to have been used in ancient Rome, and there are ruins to verify it.

In the history of China, the earliest and reliable evidence is the "Picture of Stabbing Horseshoes" in the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang in the fourth year of Kaihuang, which clearly depicts the picture of nailing horseshoes.

There is no evidence for earlier, but it is a fact that it gradually became popular in Tang and Song Dynasties.

Therefore, Fan Zheng's idea of ​​using the horse's shoe to get some credit was undoubtedly poured a basin of cold water.

Indistinctly, some horses, donkeys, and even horse-drawn carriages joined in on both sides of Suzaku Avenue one after another.

The Tang Dynasty did not reject human-carried sedan chairs, but men generally only rode in sedan chairs, not in sedan chairs that concealed their sight——these sedan chairs were used by both men and women, and the sedan chairs were in front of them, and women basically rode them.

Anyway, there were people following in the dark, and the lanterns could only illuminate the square inch in front of them clearly, and no one could do it any faster.

Who made Dunhuafang a corner?
Fan Zheng went out to go to the government office, which was a strenuous task by nature, so he took the bus an hour or two earlier than Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou.

Maoshi's breath, cold and moist, quickly wakes people up.

Outside the Suzaku gate, Fan Zheng got off his donkey and entered the imperial city with his fish talisman, while Sun Jiuze led Lu Yisheng familiarly, leading the little donkey, and entered Xingdaofang on the side.

Lu Yisheng was surprised to see that half of Xingdaofang was a simple tea house, and next to it was a place where horses and donkeys could be tied up and supplemented with fodder.

"Young, aren't you? How normal is this! The nobles have gone to the court, and their cars and other things can't turn around and go back to the house. Of course, they have to find a place to rest. According to the rules, the rest money is given by the master."

Sun Jiu ordered a pot of wild tea and two mustard cakes, and shared them with Lu Yi and ate them.

These days, cakes are real, and one mustache is enough to fill one's stomach.

"Uncle Sun, why did you bring a gourd?"

Lu Yisheng lacked experience, so he could only humbly ask for advice.

Sun Jiu smiled: "Water. What if I'm thirsty and I'm not in the teahouse?"

……

There are quite a few guide lanterns hanging in the imperial city, and with this delay, it was already past six o'clock, half past [-] o'clock, and the dawn gradually revealed, making the road much clearer.

Seeing Fan Zheng's figure in the office of the procuratorate, he seemed happy for a moment.

"Brother Xian came just in time, and I was worried that Lu Yuan was in a hurry. Sit down quickly, it's about time, the desk and chair brought by Supervisory History for you."

Li Yifu babbled like Mrs. Xianglin.

He was holding back, there were not many people in the procuratorate who could talk to him.

"Like Zhao Guogong lives in Chongrenfang on the edge of the imperial city, and Liang Guogong lives in Wubenfang, that's so convenient." Li Yifu's eyes turned blue with envy.

You dare to think about it, and now you want to compare with the elders Sun Wuji and Fang Xuanling.

Frankly speaking, even if given the chance, people like Li Yifu and Fan Zheng can only look at the mansions around the imperial city.

Housing prices in Chang'an City became more expensive the further north you went, and the prices in the south were so cheap that you couldn't sell them for a few bucks.

Who made the center be in the north?
At the end of Mao's time, Liu Fan, the speaker of the procuratorate, the censor of the procuratorate, held a famous book, called them one by one, and verified his integrity.

Anyone who wants to answer the roll call is impatient.

After that, breakfast is served. There are porridge and cakes. The taste is just like that.

However, this is the biggest difference from ordinary people. Officials eat three meals, while most ordinary people eat two meals.

In a bad harvest year, I am afraid that even one meal will have to tighten the belt.

After eating, wipe your mouth with a sweat towel, wave your hands, and the tableware will be cleaned up by your own handyman.

Then arrange personal grooming, place application equipment, and the atmosphere is relatively relaxed.

At sunrise, start council.

Everyone else has duties, but Fan Zheng is new here and doesn't know what to do.

Liu Fan's eyes flickered, and he thought for a while: "Xinfeng Zhechong's mansion suppressed mountain bandits in Lishan and beheaded more than a hundred of them. According to the law, the procuratorate should judge their merits. Let's take a walk."

what?
What does the supervisory censor do?
Shouldn't this be the work of people like soldiers joining the army and supervising the army?

This is because Fan Zheng didn't understand the duties of the supervisory censor. In addition to the ordinary supervisory officials, the supervisory censor had to inspect the captives after the general returned from victory, check the number of beheads, and confirm whether there were any murders and false credits.

As a rule, one state only buys one government, but that refers to other places.

Guannei Road, which is located in a war-prone area, has an astonishing number of Zhechong prefectures. According to evidence, there are 280 nine prefectures, and there are only about 620 seven prefectures in the whole country.

So after some tossing, Lu Yisheng rode a donkey back to Dunhuafang, Fan Zheng took two supervisors, Shi and Sun Jiu, and set off on the post horse of the post station.

There is still a fee for riding a stage horse, but this is included in the travel expenses, and the procuratorate has to reimburse it.

The post stations in the Tang Dynasty are also unique in history. There are one post station in thirty miles, one thousand and 630 nine post stations, and they are controlled by the Department of the Ministry of War.

Chang'an City is a hundred miles away from Xinfeng County, and I didn't bother to change horses on the way, so I went directly to Xinfeng City.

Zhechong Mansion's garrison was located in the corner of Xinfeng. The soldiers of the mansion sang "Song of the Big Horn", brandished swords and guns, stabbed and formed formations, and their morale was high. Even if Fan Zheng was a layman, he could feel their sharpness.

In a corner of the barracks, there were more than [-] government soldiers with injured arms and shoulders, tightly bandaged, sitting quietly outside, enjoying the sun.

Normally, an injured person will feel colder due to the loss of blood, and basking in the less intense sun is good for recovery.

"So many people were injured?"

In Fan Zheng's impression, the legend of the Fubing was very good. Even if no one died in the suppression of more than a hundred Lishan bandits, the proportion of injuries was a bit high.

Captain Zhechong Fan Sheng responded angrily: "My soldiers are very strong! The key point is that this group of Lishan bandits is not weak! Even if the armor in his hand is old, it is still serious. Wooden spears, infantry armor!"

The faces of the two supervisors changed, and they communicated with Fan Zheng in a low voice.

Datang has strict control over standard armor such as spears, spears, armor, crossbows, longbows, horn bows, crossbow arrows, and soldier arrows.

Private weapons, at least one and a half years;

Have a crossbow for two and a half years;
Armor has one collar or three crossbows, and the flow is two thousand miles;

Armor has three collars, five crossbows, twisted.

So, how did these standard armors flow out?

After investigating it, I am afraid that I will have to roll a few heads to understand it.

Beheading, in the previous beheading, but the weight of the head must have affected the soldiers to continue fighting, so it was changed to beheading the left ear, but the language habit is still beheading.

What's it like to see a bag of people's ears poured out?
Anyway, it's definitely uncomfortable, and it's not cat ears (snacks).

The blood had already congealed, and the smell had faded a lot. Fan Zheng's complexion changed slightly before he could vomit.

To put it bluntly, it is normal for a Bai Ding who has no life on his hands and is not a medical student to feel discomfort in his organs.

If it was all ears, Fan Sheng still couldn't explain clearly, but he still captured the enemy chief alive.

Enemy Chief is a man in his late forties, his face is as old as sixty, his eyes are shining with hatred, but he doesn't say a word.

The two supervisors looked at each other and began to look for a place to write records.

Sun Jiu winked at Fan Zheng, Fan Zheng walked aside, Sun Jiu said in a low voice: "It's terrible, I caught a big fish! This is the old department of the Prince of Hailing, Xie Shufang's cousin Xie Jifang! He was born after the Xuanwu Gate. , Xie Shufang and Feng Li killed His Majesty's favorite generals Jing Junhong and Lu Shiheng, and they couldn't do anything about it, so they surrendered the next day. I didn't expect him to borrow nameless cousin..."

The king of Hailing's assassination county is Li Yuanji, the fourth son of Li Yuan, who died, and the fifth son was executed.

Then, Li Cao thief Shimin took advantage of his coquettishness to accept Li Yuanji's concubine Yang into the palace, and made him and Yang's son Cao Wang Li Ming the heir of Li Yuanji.

This kind of operation, Li Yuanji knew underground, the coffin board probably couldn't be held down.

Deceiving too much!

(End of this chapter)