Ji Tang

Chapter 652 Hometown Language

The ancient road of Chang'an is slow, and the high willows are neighing.

Outside Sunset Island, on the plains of autumn wind, my eyes are broken and drooping for four days.

Guiyun is gone without a trace, where is the early stage?

Apixing is unfamiliar, alcoholics are desolate, not like when they were young.

It is said that when a wanderer returns home, he will be close to his hometown, but Ji Song has no such thoughts. He is just filled with endless excitement!
How is your mother?Have you become much older?

And my son, who left his parents at a young age, did he listen to his grandma?How's your studies going?

Is everything okay at home?
All of this made him eager to go home and see it.

He did not go to Jijiazhuangzi. His mother and children were in Chang'an, so of course he had to return to Chang'an first.

Another reason is that the emperor is preparing to rewrite the criminal law.It is believed that the criminal laws of the previous dynasty were too harsh and needed to be revised and revised.

Changsun had mentioned this before when he wrote to himself, and also asked him about his views on criminal law.

If nothing else happens, I will accept this job.

It didn't matter to him. With the prime minister Fang Xuanling standing in front of him, he was just playing the drums.

Just after crossing Baqiao, you can feel the prosperity of Chang'an.

Business travelers from all over the country, literati and beauties, plus the shouts of traders and footmen, a beautiful map of Chang'an appeared in front of you.

The kitten opened the curtain curiously and looked at everything outside with curiosity.

The people under Ji Song's escort were also full of excitement. Five years, five years!

How many five years can there be in life? In this era when the average life expectancy is less than forty, five years is already a long time.

They watch the crowd again, and others watch them.

It was early spring, and young ladies and gentlemen were going out for an outing. Many of them were children from wealthy families.

Most people don’t have this kind of leisure and leisure, and they don’t even have enough to eat, so why do they do this?
There were more than twenty guards riding tall horses, more than a dozen carriages, and the leader, Ji Song, who looked like he was no ordinary person.

It was enough to tell which family he belonged to, but they seemed to be extremely unfamiliar with him. Could it be that he was from a local wealthy family?
As Chang'an became more prosperous, many wealthy families with billions of dollars in wealth began to look for opportunities.Chang'an, the political and cultural center of the Tang Dynasty, became the most convenient place for them.

Here, maybe if you randomly pick someone up, they might be from some noble family.

Although they were curious, they had seen a lot, so they didn’t take it seriously!

Ji Song raised his right hand, and the entire convoy stopped immediately.

"Master Hou, why did you stop?" Daniel asked a little puzzled.

"We've been galloping all the way and basically haven't heard anything. Both the horses and the people are very tired. It's almost noon. Come down and have something to eat!"

After saying that, Ji Song got off his horse, came to a stall, and shouted: "Bring a big bowl of noodles, mother, in the past few years, I have been thinking about the noodles in Chang'an, but I'm so greedy. !”

He spoke Guanzhong dialect and listened to Guanzhong's unique loud voice, which made him very friendly at once.

"Just wait, it will be ready soon."

After a while, a large bowl appeared in front of Ji Song. Looking at the hot noodles, his mouth watered.

"Shopkeeper, did you forget something?"

The store owner was stunned, looking at the noodles, thinking that he had put everything he should have put, why did he forget something?

With a dark face, Ji Song patted the table and said, "Where's the garlic? Where's the garlic? If you eat noodles but don't eat garlic, what kind of noodles are you eating?"

The store owner slapped his forehead, how could he forget about this?

This is Baqiao. In the past, all the people who came here were scholars and beauties. Who do you see eating garlic with beauties?

Therefore, he really forgot about it for a while. "Yes, it seems that he is really a man from Guanzhong. Just wait, he will be here soon."

After a while, the store brought garlic, and Ji Song was not polite. After peeling it, he ate a bite of noodles and a bite of garlic. It was a delicious meal.

"Beautiful!"

He gave a thumbs up to the store and praised it.

The store owner is also a good person, and he gets compliments from customers who smile so hard that their gums can be seen.

"You just returned to Chang'an? Where are you from?"

Ji Song wiped his lips and said, "I'm from Haoju County. I just came back from the south. After five years, I've almost gone crazy thinking about the delicious food in Guanzhong."

"Our Guanzhong pasta is still the most delicious, this is the taste!"

When the store owner heard that it was from Haorui County, his eyes widened immediately and he said: "Haorian County, that's a good place. I have a relative who lives in Haoruihou's village. They call it a comfortable place. That house , we are very jealous when we look at that property."

"Oh, who gave me a good place to give birth? A golden phoenix appeared in that place, it can't be compared, it can't be compared!"

The store owner looked like it was a pity that he was not born there, which made Ji Song laugh out loud!

He knows best what kind of life the farmers in Jijia Village live. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the number one village in the Tang Dynasty.

Everyone is now extremely rich, and others are jealous of the profits made by the workshop every year.

But there is no way, not everyone can afford to offend the Ji family now.Even if you have any thoughts, you can only bury them in your heart and dare not express them at all.

At this time, another guest came, a family of three. The adult looked to be about 30 years old, and he had a child, who was eight or nine years old.

When the store owner saw someone coming, he hurried up to greet him, but the Sichuan dialect made the store owner a little confused.

The man also reacted, and then spoke in authentic Guanzhong dialect.

"Bring us three bowls of noodles, one big and two small. Remember to get some garlic."

As soon as the words came out, the store owner smiled.

"It seems that you have come back from afar, look at that one."

Then he pointed at Ji Song and said: "That guy is just like you, he opens his mouth to ask for garlic. We Guanzhong men, if we eat noodles without eating garlic, it means it doesn't taste good."

"Just a moment, it will be brought to you right away."

The man smiled slightly. His ancestral home is Taiyuan, but he has been either in Chang'an or Shu in recent years. He has not been to Chang'an for a long time, so he speaks the Shu dialect.

"Dad, look at him, he looks like he hasn't eaten for a long time. I guess he must be like this because he has been hungry for a long time."

The kid who was as big as a kid said seriously, as if confirming that his guess was correct.

The couple shook their heads helplessly and looked at the person opposite.

But at this glance, he immediately noticed the difference. He had never seen this person's unique clothes before.

Could it be that since I haven't been to Chang'an in these years, my clothes have changed?

"Dad, look at how many people keep looking over here! Don't they have money to eat?"

When the man heard this, he looked over, suddenly shuddered, and said to his son: "Don't talk while eating. Don't you know that you don't talk when you eat or sleep? Hurry up and eat!"

The child didn't know why his father suddenly got angry, but he reluctantly started eating.

At this time, the man looked at the person opposite him somewhat dumbly.

When you go out, there is a guard with you to protect you. Who is this person?

(End of this chapter)