Shiva was miserable.
He walked around the foot of Xiao Mountain for a long time but still didn't get permission to go up the mountain.
However, Shiva didn't get tired of it. He would wait here for a long time every day. When he was hungry, he would ask the passersby to buy some food for him. When he was sleepy, he built a straw shed on the spot and asked someone to buy some things for him to stay in.
Although it was a little bitter.
Seeing the endless stream of people going up the mountain every day and listening to them talk about the rumors on the mountain made him very happy.
Shiva was even more eager to go up the mountain.
The fatal attraction of Zhang Feng made Shiva forget his identity as Prince Zhenla. Before, he thought that Prince Zhenla was a high and mighty existence. However, after meeting Zhang Feng, he suddenly felt that Prince Zhenla was nothing!
Even his father, the Emperor, couldn't be compared to him.
Of course, he didn't dare to say these words in front of others. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to keep his legs when he went back.
However, he didn't care anymore. As long as he could go up the mountain, he wouldn't go back to Zhenla.
Go back to your second uncle.
He wouldn't go back.
It was because Zhang Feng had come up with another good thing after the white paper and the braised Beggar's Chicken!
After spending a lot of money to get a cigarette from Old He, Shiva was completely lost. At this time, after waiting for the people in line to enter the market to go in, Shiva tidied up his clothes and even clutched the gold leaf that he had prepared. He planned to bribe the guards to let him go up the mountain.
"Oh, isn't this the little prince of Zhenla? Why do you want to try again today? "
"Hahaha!"
Amidst the guard's joking, Shiva used the unfamiliar Han etiquette to salute and say, "Officers, this one is truly an old acquaintance of Principal Zhang. I'll have to trouble you to pass on the message. Can this be considered as a gift for the officers?"
The guard glanced at the bulging money bag in Shiva's hand before withdrawing his eyes. He then looked at Shiva and said with a smile on his face, "You don't look like a troublemaker. Since you're so sincere and have become familiar with us these days, I'll let you in. However, if you dare to make trouble on the mountain and make things difficult for us, I'll break your legs even if you're King La, not to mention you're Prince La!"
Shiva looked at the guards as if he was dreaming.
It had been seven days.
They all said the same thing.
However, these people refused to let him in. They said that this was the secret place of the Tang Dynasty and that non-Han people were not allowed to enter. However, a few days ago, he saw a group of people from the Western Region enter with his own eyes!
Although those people were handcuffed and shackled, they all went in except for him. He even brought the clearance documents and even had people from the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Personnel to verify the clearance. However, he still couldn't go in.
But now?
He could go in?
Shiva couldn't help but be overjoyed. He stuffed the money bag in his hand to the guard. However, the guard glared at him and waved the modao in his hand. "What are you doing? What do you think we Tangs are? Keep your money bag. If you go up the mountain and the dean really takes you in, you should keep this bag of money! It might not be enough to cover your expenses. "
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Shiva didn't understand what he meant.
However, he still thanked him and entered Xiao Mountain.
He was neither a businessman nor a student, so naturally, he couldn't enter.
However, he had long been looking forward to the market at the foot of Xiao Mountain. In Chang 'an, he had already seen through the pressure of the two big markets. On the other hand, although this was a mountain, there were more people and businessmen at the foot of the mountain than in Chang' an City!
How could he not be excited?
The guards were stationed at the entrance of Xiao Mountain. If one wanted to go up Xiao Mountain, they had to walk on this mountain path that was only three feet wide. On both sides of the mountain path, there were straight cliffs like door gods.
After walking for about a mile, Shiva's eyes suddenly opened up.
Waves of noise continuously entered Shiva's ears.
"Fresh fruits!"
"The beer just arrived. Brother, do you want to try it? This is brewed by our dean himself. It only costs one copper coin. One copper coin! "
"The fragrant glutinous rice wine, the dean's favorite glutinous rice wine. Come, come, come, all of you come and try it! It's free if it doesn't taste good! "
Shiva looked around as he walked. It was as strange as a wild child in the mountains entering the city.
The market was very big.
On both sides of a mountain path with no end in sight, there were houses built with red bricks that Shiva had never seen before. There were also some houses built with wood and bamboo. The ground was made with an unknown material that was as hard as stone. There were also smooth stones of different colors inlaid on the ground. It looked very beautiful.
On this road, although there were many peddlers, no one dared to spit or throw away rubbish. Even if there were a few leaves, someone would take the initiative to pick them up.
This made Shiva even more curious.
Most importantly.
Everyone here had a cigarette in their hands. They held it in their mouths and walked with their heads held high. Those who didn't have cigarettes lowered their heads and hurried past.
This made Shiva even more curious.
He pulled over a Hu merchant and curiously asked, "Brother, why do these people all have cigarettes in their mouths? Why do those who don't have cigarettes have their heads lowered?"
The barbarian merchant first looked at the man who was dressed similarly to him as if he was a monster. After a while, he said strangely, "Kid, give me a cigarette. Let me tell you, where does Shiwa have a cigarette?" He hurriedly took out a golden leaf from his money pouch. The barbarian merchant looked around like a thief before putting the leaf into his sleeve as if nothing had happened.
"Kid, on Xiao Mountain, if you don't smoke, you're not a man. Do you understand? Those who don't have cigarettes don't deserve to stay on Xiao Mountain. Brother, let me give you a piece of advice. There's a shop in front of the food factory that specializes in selling cigarettes. Go buy a box. Otherwise, if you stay too long, you'll drown in the spit! "
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