Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 326: Get up, the country calls you to work

Andingfang, one of the outer city squares of Chang'an, is right next to the north city wall.

After leaving the Imperial City, you will pass through Xiudefang.

If you want to go shopping and experience the style of the Western Regions, just walk due south. After passing through three lanes, you will arrive at the famous West Market.

After a rain, various low-pitched accompaniments appeared in Chang'an's night, and there was also the fragrance of earth.

Meng Fan was riding a royal horse obtained from the King of Zhou, swaying, followed by two palace attendants, each carrying a poke lamp, walking westward along the street.

A poke lamp reads: King of Zhou.

A poke lamp reads: Prime Minister.

This kind of lamp has a long handle connected to it and is usually inserted into the base in front of the door. It is convenient to take with you for lighting when traveling. It also symbolizes family status and allows night watchmen to know their identity and avoid being bumped into.

After all, Chang'an strictly enforces curfew.

He was drunk at night and fell into the trap of Yu Hou, and his face and teeth were broken. He ran out to the street drunk at night and was caught by Wu Hou in the square. He slapped him so hard that his teeth were broken.

To be honest, this is already a relatively good ending. It is a good mood to catch up with others.If you encounter a man who has just finished quarreling with his wife and has just finished kneeling in the dice pot, and he suddenly gets violent and beats the night offender to death, it is regarded as normal official duties.

Even the great poet Du Fu, when drinking with Li Siye, the general of Jinwu Guard, half-jokingly recited a poem: Drunkness will lead to night-time, and Li Jinwu is terrible.

In this way, the people of the Tang Dynasty in the medieval era still continued the life trajectory and ancient customs of their ancestors who worked at sunrise and rested at sunset. Only a certain area was designated by convention for the indulgence of dignitaries.

"A noble man who just came out of the imperial city."

"You are so young and handsome. I wonder which young master he is..."

When the night watchmen saw the words on the lamp, they didn't dare to approach it, let alone ask questions, and they talked in low voices.

Since the city gate and hundreds of gates were closed at night, the two palace guards planned to order Yu Hou to open the door quickly, but Meng Fan felt that there was no need to bother them, so he directly recited the incantation and led them soaring into the clouds. rise.

Car: Xiangyun.

Speed: unknown.

After all, Taoist Meng had just learned various tricks and methods from Deng Tianjun, and it was his first time using them.

The mana consumption is minimal and extremely stable. It is a pity that after the new car was brought, it was not a beautiful woman, but two burly men with thick beards.

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

After all, the dojo already exists. Even if this place is just a private residence of the prince, it is spacious and impressive enough.

To be honest, if you want to sell it, many buildings with royal specifications need to be demolished. Only by turning the house into a temple or turning the house into a temple can you keep it intact.

The rumbling sound of dusk calls for the moonrise.

The rumble of dawn urges the sun to turn.

Meng Fan had not yet experienced the former. He was praying for rain in the palace and attending a banquet. He did not see the scene of seven quarters before sunset, when the gong struck a full three hundred times, the shops in the East and West markets were closed, and the customers went home.

According to records, after the three hundred gongs were beaten, the street drums sounded again in five waves, for a total of eight hundred times. The last drum sounded just as night fell.

Now, you can watch the sunrise in Chang'an.

"It's close to the Imperial City and there is a loft where you can overlook the distance. It's a good place to enjoy the scenery."

On the fifth hour after arriving in Chang'an, three things were accomplished - recognizing relatives, starting a career, and finding a place to stay.

Standing on the top of the building, Meng Fan still felt unsatisfied, so he simply used the magic formula to fly up into the clouds.

Boom!
When the first sound sounded, the dawn drum vibrated on the tower of Chengtian Gate at the main entrance of Taiji Palace. Then Hanguang, Zhuque, and Anshang gates all had armored soldiers quickly ascending the tower and beating the drums with half naked bodies.On each north-south street, the Drum Tower followed suit. As the rumbling sound spread from inside to outside, the gates of the Forbidden Palace, the gates of the Imperial City where various yamen worked, and the solid wood gates of the inner squares all opened one after another.

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

At the same time, hundreds of temples in Chang'an City also began to echo, and the morning bells were rung.

The drum beats passionately.

The sound of the bell is deep and distant.

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

"What should I do if I like to stay in bed... The state urges me to get up." Taoist Meng felt this strange atmosphere and his mind wandered for a while.

It is no exaggeration to say that the entire city of Chang'an is like a giant alarm clock. Officials have drum towers in various buildings, and the same is true for temple monks.

The most important thing is that the dawn drum is not beaten in one breath, but [-] times in total, divided into five waves, which last for a relatively long time.

Meng Fan estimated that many people in Chang'an were awakened by the sound of the first drum in their sleep. They slowly climbed out of bed, combed their hair and washed their faces, changed into clean clothes, and walked to a familiar noodle stall. Only then did the second drum sound.

In this kind of atmosphere, those who stay in bed can stay up until the last hour of the fourth drum, rush to clean up, and go out to work to the sound of the fifth drum.

Of course, in the Tang Dynasty, there were also relatively involved migrant workers. They gathered in front of the workshop gate before dawn, waiting for it to be opened. They were all dressed in official robes. They rubbed their eyes, cleaned up their tired faces, gnawed on cakes, and barely had enough to eat.

When you get to the official office, you must be full of energy. After all, the yamen has to take names, and those who are late will usually have their salary deducted, but there are also cases where they are blocked.

Chang'an is truly a nightmare for workers.

"Hu biscuits, sesame biscuits!"

"Deep-fried is a great victory, with lots of ghee and honey."

The snack bar opened in the square has started to do business. In the north, they mainly serve pasta. The so-called Jusheng. Meng Fan took a look and thought to himself:

Hey, isn't this a steamed bun?

In addition, the method of Jianfengxiao mentioned by a certain boss is also very simple. The glutinous rice is pounded into powder, first mixed with honey juice, fermented rice, and sugar, and kneaded into a thin crust. Then it is baked in advance, and then thrown into the oil pan when it is served. Can.

"Boss, two biscuits with mutton stuffing."

"Plenty of fennel."

Taoist Meng is a cannibal, and the dragon meat is just some kind of condiment.

Under the earthen stove, the firewood was red and the fire was beating constantly. The Sogdian master with a tall nose and deep eyes was making sesame seed cakes with his shirtless hands. White steam was rising from the steamer.

The sesame cakes are delicious when eaten while they are hot. They are golden, bright, fragrant and crispy. The mutton filling is neither fishy nor smelly, and spices are added. One bite will make your mouth full of oil.

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

And goods first, money later.

After getting it, Meng Fan hurriedly ate one, then walked not far away and sat down:

"Boss, a bowl of chicken soup."

The so-called fufu, as later generations would understand it, is a piece of soft dough, added with some sour juice and green onions, and eaten with mutton pancakes sprinkled with sesame seeds. Meng Fan felt comfortable all over, and he became more and more comfortable.

Due to various reasons, he will not go to court today. Meng Fan's letter of appointment is still verbal, and the imperial edict of slaying the dragon will have to wait until the court meeting tomorrow to see the outcome.

However, this did not prevent him from visiting the Yamen.

There are ghosts and gods in Taishi Bureau, that is, Qin Tianjian. There should be capable people and strangers, right?
It can be seen as an ancient version of the ghost-catching army.

(End of this chapter)