If I don’t want to die now, I can only listen to the words of the elusive girl.

"Go ahead, young man, walk to the central axis of this city of destiny, and you will step into a brand new river."

In the 12th year of Dali, it was the reign of Emperor Daizong of Tang Dynasty. Gao Ziyang knew that it was not many years since the Anshi Rebellion was completely quelled. I first thought of a way to survive in this no longer prosperous Tang Dynasty.

At this time, he mustered up the courage to peel off the robe worn by the Shen Shen and put it on himself. Then he pulled away the debris on the altar. When he saw two cold dough cakes, he bit them frantically. After falling down, he had some strength. He used the iron lamp and pestle on the altar as a knife to tear off the cloth strips on his original clothes, wrapped them around his head, and made a hat covering his short hair. Then he thought, "Die it!" He walked down the Dogji Ridge, the southeast of the Shengye Temple, and the south south of the Dongshimen. Gao Ziyang thought about it and walked towards the yard southwest below!

Because the central axis of Chang'an City is of course Zhuque Street running through the north and south, his direction is not wrong.

After walking hundreds of steps, I didn’t encounter any soldiers patrolling the night in the street leading to Zhuque Street.

Gao Ziyang took a break in his busy schedule, looked up at the gate of the fang, which was located near the street, with the words "Pingkang" written on it. At the same time, all kinds of music came from the fang, from time to time to time to time to be close.

Gao Ziyang understood that this yard was the "red light district" of Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty, also known as "Beili", and has always been a place where literati and scholars gathered.

So, according to his knowledge, after passing Pingkangfang and another yard, you will arrive at Zhuque Street!

Gao Ziyang continued to walk forward, but at the intersection of Pingkangfang and Chongdefang, he heard the sound of divine fighting, but saw snow fog spreading from the south, a lantern shook out, and the head was knocking divine fighting, behind him was a team of soldiers patrolling the streets.

"Bastard, what Lord of the Fire Hell, lied to me." Gao Ziyang stood in a shaky place at the intersection of the street, with nowhere to hide, watching the team of soldiers coming towards him.

Suddenly, a ball of light ignited at the corner of the street, bright yellow and very warm.

Gao Ziyang hurriedly looked there and saw an old man hanging a light under the shed that was set up, and then started blowing the stove. It suddenly became brighter.

"Come on." The old man waved to himself and called softly.

Before Gao Ziyang could think about it, he quickly walked over and sat on the low steak beside the fireworks. He immediately felt the indescribable warmth around his body under the scorching fireworks in the furnace. He thought that he would stay here, even if he died, it would be worth it.

The old man stopped talking, but calmly started to put a steamer on the stove and started making cakes.

It turned out to be a cake seller at the beginning...

The armored pieces kept ringing, and the team of soldiers patrolling the night patrol came to the old man's cake stove with lanterns and asked Gao Ziyang, "Who dares to hang out on the street during the curfew?"

Gao Ziyang didn't know what to answer for a moment.

At this time, the old man spoke slowly, "Didn't this gentleman come out from there?"

The so-called place is of course Pingkangfang.

The soldiers looked puzzled, and Gao Ziyang also became wise in a hurry and explained to them with a smile, "Oh, I just lost the bet, lost the bet, and was punished to buy cakes."

The soldiers also laughed, "This gentleman is elegant and loses and buys steamed beans. Since you are practicing wine, why don't you smell?"

"Because this time, I came up with the opposite intention, and I lost without any alcohol."

"This man lost so badly, just for nothing. But An Lao Hu, you have to tell him that this is the heart of all directions. At the foot of the emperor, he can only stay with you when he reaches the morning drum. In addition, if he is caught by Jingyin's people, we Jinwu's children will be helpless."

"Yes, I'll go back after buying steamed hu."

Then, the group of soldiers carried lanterns and continued to walk north.

Gao Ziyang, who was still in shock, could only continue to stay by the stove. An Lao Hu seemed to be a Hu man from the Western Regions. He laughed at him, and the steamer was filled with white air. Gao Ziyang had gnawed two cold cakes in the temple of Xingshen before, like a piece of ice in his stomach, and the cold air inside and outside was squinted, and his face was blue. Seeing that the steaming cage was saliva flowing, he gritted his teeth and took out three or four coins of one yuan from his pocket and placed it on the small table beside the stove.

An Lao Hu looked at it, shook his head, and raised his finger to point at the shining coins, "Mr. Lang, beauty is beautiful, but it is not Kaiyuan Tongbao, nor is it Qianyuan Chongbao money. Lao Hu dare not accept it."

"This is the new minting from Haidong, which is much more valuable than Kaiyuan Tongbao." Gao Ziyang made up his mind and started talking nonsense.

An Lao Hu then raised the coin and sucked it, thinking that he had seen all the Persian coins, but this was the first time he had seen this money.

"This money is very stunning. Our Tang Dynasty will definitely not be able to cast such money." Suddenly, a short man appeared in the street outside the furnace, with a little old voice.

Gao Ziyang looked at the man wearing a felt hat with a black hair, his thin body was wrapped in a black cloak, and a sparse beard under his chin. Then he took off the felt hat and sat on the short mat beside Gao Ziyang, without any restraint. "An Lao Hu'er, the old rules, four steamed Husbands that have just been out of the cage, I'll eat two while walking, and two now."

"Don't worry, Mr. Ming, I've prepared it for you a long time ago." An Lao Hu seemed to be very familiar with this person, and hurriedly replied, "Today, it was the first time that Mr. Ming entered the imperial city to attend court."

The old man smiled, raised his eyebrows, and said in his throat, "There is no way, I am afraid that the people in the palace will be beaten and can't stand the delicious steamed Hu here, so I have to come and eat it first every time."

An Laohu also laughed and shook his head.

Gao Ziyang looked behind the old official and saw a slightly weak horse, a Hu slave next to him, squatting in the snow with his braided hair, and no one else followed him.

"Mr. Ming Gong only steamed Hu four times. Last year, you gave me An Lao Hu ten thousand yuan as capital. I don't know when I will finish it." An Lao Hu opened the steaming cage and sighed with gratitude.

"I will always finish eating, just like I came to this imperial city from my mansion, riding a horse for three thousand steps every day. Before I knew it, I walked to the point where my hair was frosted after decades of cold and heat." After the old man said this, he felt quite vicissitudes.

An Lao Hu'er yelled and placed the steamed Hu on a small table. "The grass-roots people have not asked about Ming Gong's official position. In fact, Ming Gong has eaten steamed Hu for many years. Old Hu'er said something abrupt and offensive, and he is not proud of his career, right?"

After An Lao Hu'er asked this, the Hu slave squatting on the street smiled wide, and then he held up the tip of the whip and began to disturb the itch on his head.

Gao Ziyang stayed aside and did not interrupt.

The old man didn't mind at all and bit the steamed beard, "You guessed it's right, but there should be a chance for promotion in front of me soon. I'll see this time when I've been in my career for decades."

"Then Ming Gong must be diligent." An Lao Hu'er replied, the hidden meaning is that you can enter the imperial city after all, so don't be so shabby in the future, otherwise you will not look like an official.
Chapter completed!