I'm not a genius in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 1 Half a Hubing
This is a very wide street, the ground is all rammed loess, which is probably mixed with glutinous rice lime and the like, it looks extraordinarily solid and flat, and there are rows of shops on both sides of the street.Although it was past noon, the street was still full of people and bustling.

Wang Zi'an walked back and forth on the crowded street for more than half an hour. After repeated comparisons and confirmations, he had to accept a dreamlike fact - he had traveled through time.This is no longer the Sanxingdui Ancient Cave in 2018, but Chang’an Guozijian Street in the eighth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty. The white light cluster that I accidentally touched may be a wormhole, or simply a "door" .

Datang, Zhenguan!
What a magnificent era this is. These two nouns used to fascinate Wang Zi'an himself, but now that he has passed through, he can't feel the slightest bit of excitement. Instead, he has fallen into an unprecedented panic.This kind of panic, even when I was alone in the Sahara Desert before, I never had it.

Here, he feels like an outsider, just as out of place with the people around him just like his clothes.Casual pants, sneakers, a white T-shirt with a round neck, and a cropped cut cut just now, caused many passers-by to turn their heads and look at him curiously.

At first he was not used to it, but gradually he became numb, and now he is even more indifferent because he is hungry.He himself didn't know how long he had been in that white light, the ancient cave hadn't been opened yet, he sneaked in in the middle of the night with his own skills, and it was already noon when he appeared on this street.I was overwhelmed by panic just now, and I was busy understanding the situation here, but I didn't feel anything, but when I stopped, I suddenly felt bad.

Hungry, very hungry, never so hungry, like being hungry for half a month, being attracted by the aroma from the roadside restaurant, thinking of fire in my stomach.He couldn't help but take a deep breath, no matter what, the most urgent thing is to fill his stomach first.But what do you buy yourself?

The backpack and mobile phone were all gone, and except for this suit of clothes, I couldn't bring a single extra thing on my body.

Do you want to eat a king's meal?
Looking at the flags displayed by the nearby restaurant, he couldn't help swallowing, but quickly dismissed this dangerous thought.Here, I have a black account, and it is okay to be beaten up. If I am reported to the government, it will probably become a big trouble that will affect my survival here.

Looking at the restaurant, he resisted the desire to rush in, rubbed his stomach, sighed, and searched around, trying to find a relatively empty place to perform.Although after passing through that mysterious light group, I became ten years younger inexplicably, from a 27-year-old boy to a boy who looked only [-] or [-] years old. Save one, but the basic frame is still there. If you hit a set of punches, you should be able to get a few copper coins, right?
"Little master, little master..."

While thinking, I heard someone talking to me.Wang Zi'an glanced subconsciously, but saw that an old woman who was setting up a street stall under the shade of a tree by the roadside was waving at him, and then realized that she was talking to him.He hadn't figured out why the old lady would call herself "Little Master", when he saw the old lady slowly lift up a round black cake.

"Little master, I saw that you have been looking outside the building for a long time, but are you hungry? I have a pancake here. If you don't mind, you might as well take it to fill your stomach temporarily."

As if he could smell the aroma of malt, Wang Zi'an swallowed, subconsciously stretched out his hand, thanked him, and stuffed it into his mouth.Hubing is very hard and has a rough taste. It seems that there are some unknown wild vegetables mixed in it.

"Gudong-"

He just took two bites, and he couldn't eat anymore.Looking up at the old woman who was secretly swallowing her saliva, she instantly understood that this extremely rough and unpalatable mustache was most likely the old woman's ration at noon today.

It was as if his heart was being pulled hard by something, and his throat was a little stiff.The old man's gray hair was disheveled by the wind, and his gray-black face was covered with wrinkles. He looked extremely old, and the clothes on his body were folded together in many places.At this moment, she was looking at herself lovingly.

"Why, but can't enter the mouth?"

Seeing that Wang Zi'an stopped and swallowed the mustache in his mouth with some difficulty, the old lady asked a little embarrassedly, hesitated for a while, put her hand into the bag, and pulled out two copper coins from it.

"I think the little master is white and clean. His clothes and appearance don't seem to come from poor people like us. I think you are not used to this kind of rough food. Why don't you take these two copper coins and go to the stall next door to buy two. Eat a steamed bun to satisfy your hunger."

Said the old lady was about to put the copper plate into Wang Zi'an's hand.Wang Zi'an looked at the old woman carefully, smiled, and pushed the copper plate back.

"Thank you, mother-in-law. It's not that I can't eat. I just ate too fast and I'm choking. Can I ask for some more water?"

"Yes, yes, wait a moment, little master."

As he spoke, he poured half a bowl of clean water from a dilapidated coarse porcelain jar beside him.The water was cold, and Wang Zi'an didn't mind. He just broke the cake in half and ate it leisurely. In his previous life, in order to seek a breakthrough in martial arts, he even ate tree bark bugs when he was exploring in the wild. that's it.

"Does mother-in-law often set up stalls here?"

Just drink cold water and finish half a Hubing.Wang Zi'an clapped his hands and stood up.

"Yeah, the old woman can't move. She's fine on weekdays. I just set up a small stall here to find something to eat. Little master, why don't you eat? You are just young and growing up, so you must not be in debt .”

Seeing Wang Zi'an put down the mustache, the old lady asked with some doubts.

"Thank you, mother-in-law, I have always had a small appetite, and this half cake is enough."

"Oh, how is this appetite, my grandson doesn't have enough for three on weekdays..."

While the old man was talking, Wang Zi'an pulled the fan on the floor with his hands.They are round fans and folding fans with very poor workmanship and materials, but they are polished with great care and are very smooth, so that the extra bamboo thorns will not hurt your hands.

"If you need it, little master, just take one to cool off, it's not worth much money."

Seeing the posture of the old man, he wanted to get up and get one for himself, Wang Zi'an quickly shook his head.

"Thank you mother-in-law, I don't need it. When I was in my hometown, I studied painting with my master for several years, and I knew how to draw patterns on fans. I saw that these fans were all bare, why don't I help you draw a pair, which is considered a kindness to you." thank you."

PS: Why is this closed?Can you make me understand?
(End of this chapter)