The next morning.
After saying goodbye to everyone, Zhang Feng went to Chang 'an City leisurely on a roller coaster.
Although Li Chengqian tried to persuade him to sit in the great scholar's sedan chair or ride his white horse, Zhang Feng didn't know how to ride a horse. Besides, he didn't want to be too conspicuous.
At this time, some small vendors and stalls had already been developed at the foot of the ruined mountain.
Even the traveling merchants had built a simple shed with trees and started to do small business in it.
Not to mention that the business was not in Chang 'an City.
For example, the barbecue seller.
Now, the barbecue was mainly chicken and duck meat, which suited the taste of the hard work on the mountain. Even Cheng Chumo and the others went down the mountain from time to time to make some barbecue and drink a big barrel of beer. Then they went up the mountain while humming a song.
Not to mention the common people.
After a day's work, they went to drink a bamboo tube of beer at night. Although they couldn't afford the barbecue, at least they could smell the fragrance and drink the beer.
At this time.
Standing outside Chang 'an City.
Looking at the mottled city wall, Zhang Feng had the illusion that he saw the city wall of Chang 'an City in the future.
Sparse people were going in and out listlessly. On the way, he saw some teenagers who were excited to go to the academy.
Entering Chang 'an City.
The disaster victims in the city were obviously reduced a lot.
Zhang Feng was a little puzzled. It seemed that the disaster was under control. But why were more and more people gathering on the mountain?
It was not a good sign if it went on like this.
Although there were 30,000 dans of grain, the original five or six thousand people, plus the current 1,200 people, were almost 10,000 people. With so many people, the 30,000 dans of grain would be used up.
No, he had to find a way.
The streets of Chang 'an were very clean. Most of them were peddlers, but the pedestrians on the street were much less. At the gate of the treasury, there were still some refugees waiting to be given porridge, but there were not as many as before.
Along the way, Zhang Feng was also thinking about how to get rid of this thing. After all, it would be a big problem if he just sat there and did nothing.
Just as Zhang Feng entered Tong Hui Fang, he was spotted by a few women.
"Yo! Feng Zi, you're back!? "
"Everyone, come out quickly. Quietly, Feng Zi is back!"
"Feng Zi, you're back! Come out!"
The originally quiet Tonghui Lane was filled with shouts. Gradually, people came out of their homes and stood on both sides of the road, looking at Zhang Feng.
Instead, he left him a straight path to the tavern.
Zhang Feng was speechless.
Was it necessary?
Wasn't it just a trip out?
Why were they all so polite?
Zhang Feng could only grin like an idiot as he clasped his fists and thanked everyone.
With great difficulty, he finally made it to the tavern. Zhang Feng finally let out a deep sigh of relief.
He took a piece of smoked bacon and threw it into the pot to wash it. Then, he set up the firewood and took out a jar of good wine. He lay down on the recliner and swayed gently.
It was still more comfortable to be at home!
However, just as Zhang Feng cooked up three dishes and was about to have a good drink before going to look for Lao Li, someone knocked on the door of the tavern.
"Brother Zhang Feng? Brother Zhang Feng? "
"Who is it?"
"It's me, Lao Fang!"
Lao Fang?
Zhang Feng was a little surprised.
However, he still put down the wine jar and opened the door of the tavern.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Fang Xuanling squinting and stroking his beard while sizing up Zhang Feng. Beside him was an old man in a purple robe with white beard and gray hair. His face was ruddy, but his nose was extremely red as if he had been scalded by boiling water.
The old man looked a little strange, but his arrogant aura was emitted from the inside out. It was impossible to fake it.
Zhang Feng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
"Oh, Lao Fang is here? This is … "
Fang Xuanling stroked his white beard and glanced at Zhang Feng mysteriously. However, he didn't say anything. Instead, he pushed Zhang Feng away a little and respectfully invited that person into the tavern.
As soon as he entered the tavern. .
That person saw the poem on the wall.
He couldn't help but look a little awe-inspiring.
"This … young friend, is this the poem you wrote?"
Zhang Feng couldn't figure out who this person was, so he could only nod.
"I was drunk and randomly drew it. I didn't have time to clean it up. Excuse me, sir!"
The old man's face became serious.
"Such a good poem. If you clean it up, wouldn't it be a pity? It's good like this. It added some liveliness to your tavern. "
"Toasting, don't stop drinking. This is the poetry that a tavern should have! Good poem, good poem! "
Zhang Feng was also puzzled.
The mystery of Lao Fang and the old man made him somewhat unable to figure out the old man's background.
Could it be the Emperor?
No.
Could he invite Li Shimin?
Moreover, Li Shimin wasn't that old, okay?
Although Zhang Feng hadn't seen Li Shimin, he still remembered this history. At this time, Li Shimin was about forty years old.
If you say he was Li Yuan, he didn't look like it!
Moreover, if these two went out of the palace, wouldn't it shake the heaven and earth?
How could it be so calm?
No.
This person wasn't these two at all.
Involuntarily, Zhang Feng couldn't help but ask: "Excuse me, sir, you are …"
"I'm Yu Shinan!"
“！！！！”
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