Chapter 11: The Night Never Closes

Dijia Town is located in the east of Chang'an, on the east side of the Weishui tributary of the Qinling Mountains.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the scenery is pleasant.

It was the end of the Shen period, and the afterglow of the sunset was getting thicker.

Three figures stepped on the gilded brick road, facing the sunset sun, enjoying the landscape scenery draped in a layer of gilded veil along the road, leaving three swaying shadows behind them, stretched very long, very long...

When the shadow extended to Dijia Town, Wang Langjun, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped, looked around in shock, and said incredulously: "What's going on?"

These people are men and women, old and young, and they leave home in groups.

But they don't close the door, they don't lock it.

Aren't they afraid that thieves will take advantage of the opportunity to enter their homes and steal money? ”

"It's rare and weird, haven't you seen it?"

Is this kid really burned out of his brain by the colored light? Yuan Tiangang stared at the boy with both eccentricity and disdain, touching his beard and teasing.

attracted Ah Liang, who was walking on the right, to look at the starving ghost like a fool.

The Hungry Ghost, the Hungry Ghost is here, what should I do?

If it weren't for the starving ghost, how could he ask such a stupid question?

What's more, this starving ghost and the old craftsman traveled north and south.

How can they not understand the world?

Ignorant of new things.

This is the appearance of a starving ghost.

If a starving ghost eats people... Ah Liang stared at the hungry ghost vigilantly, and shivered backwards, for fear that he would accidentally be pounced on by the hungry ghost and bite off his neck.

Wouldn't that turn into a vampire zombie......

"Hmph"

What with what? Wang Langjun stared at Ah Liang sideways, so frightened that Ah Liang squatted on the ground with his head in his hands and trembled, probably half frightened to death.

What's going on?

Is it that scary to ask a question?

Didn't the ancients pay the most attention to shameless questions?

But what's wrong with this question?

Who to talk to?

There are so many problems.

If it hadn't been buried alive last night, I might have remembered some more things, but now my mind is a little disordered.

This is not good, Wang Langjun put aside Ah Liang, turned to the old stubborn and said: "Old man, you have lived a lot of years, what do you know?"

Do you know under what circumstances your fingers can grow together?

Sample, silly, right?

Want to know?

Nodding.

Don't tell you. ”

"You're fooling people.

How is it possible for a man's fingers to grow together?

If you have all your fingers, you will become a monster.

Boy, little monster, don't talk nonsense and let people arrest you as a madman and put you in prison..."

There are so many nonsense, only fools can believe it? Yuan Tiangang saw the young man touching his chin and smiling evilly, retorting both aggressively and threateningly.

It's just that Wang Langjun made three gestures in a row, and Yuan Tiangang immediately shut up and sulked.

What does this count?

It's true, but why is the old decay so stupid?

was turned into an idiot by this kid?

Deliberately, deliberately retaliate.

This kid will be repaid?

So with a lot of personality...

Sample, why don't you die, Wang Langjun despised the old stubbornness fiercely, turned around and followed the flow of people to see the excitement.

There was a lot of people, and it seemed to fill the town for more than a mile.

A street full of figures shaking.

It dances with the glow of the sunset.

Quite a holiday party?

Why so many people?

All out the door?

What's going on?

Evil door, Wang Langjun touched his chin to enjoy the flow of people, walked along, and no longer bothered with Ah Liang and the old stubborn.

This kid has a calm temperament, not as violent as in the early morning, strange, Yuan Tiangang couldn't figure it out, urged Ah Liang to follow, leaned to the right side of the boy and said, "Are you still in the mood to watch the excitement?"

Don't you know that Dijia Town is within the hereditary fiefdom of the Di family, and it is privately supervised.

There are no inns in town, so you might as well think about where to stay tonight?

But if you want to stay on the streets, no one will object.

But they will be caught by the patrolling strong men.

They will send you to the yamen.

Hit the jail.

Fill the army..."

"Bastard, what kind of reasoning is this?"

What's that? Wang Langjun stopped and turned around, his sideways eyes were stubborn and angry, attracting the attention of countless people.

Pedestrians in the town seem to be welcoming.

Not only did he not blame them for making a loud noise, but he smiled and nodded in greeting.

A few of them were sour and talented, clasping their fists and bowing, almost taking off the hats on their heads.

It doesn't matter.

But anyone who wears a hat is either a showman, or a rich man with a fortune and a big belly.

Like a small landlord, he walks with his toes high.

The rest of the people all tied their hair with cloth and hemp rope.

Women are pan heads, inserted into a wooden hairpin to set the shape.

The young man, on the other hand, wore his hair loose and swayed as he walked.

The little woman was among them.

Is this a portrayal of the common people?

It seems to be in stark contrast to the people in Dijiazhuang.

Dijiazhuang is noble and self-cherishing, and the ladies do not leave the house, which is a place of non-calculation.

Civilians, on the other hand, are unpretentious, know etiquette and follow the rules, and do not close their doors at night.

It's weird, the difference is really big.

couldn't understand it, Wang Langjun couldn't help but shake his head and was silent, and found that his brain was a little messy, and he couldn't figure out the laws of life in this world.

This kid exudes a deluded, rigorous and pragmatic, insightful and fire-seeking, not arrogant and impatient temperament, chameleon?

Yuan Tiangang couldn't see through it, and walked forward on the left side of the young man and said, "Dijia Town is at the feet of the Son of Heaven.

In everything, we must set an example for the people of the world, and let the people of Dijia Town spread the scene of this road and night to the world.

If everyone follows suit, the world will be the same.

It highlights the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty and the prosperity of the people.

It's just that behind this prosperity lies the tricks of villains..."

"What's not just a villain?

This is clearly a hegemonic style that only allows the state officials to set fires and does not allow the people to light lamps.

It is not only a disguised oppression of the people, but also a convenient way for those in power to reap the benefits.

And let those who are flower thieves and others take advantage of the loopholes.

Flower thieves take advantage of this phenomenon of not closing their doors at night and frequently commit crimes.

The whole people were panicked, and the brother was put on a black pot, hum. ”

It's just playing the piano indiscriminately, Wang Langjun disdains it, and it is impossible to stay open at night in this world.

Unless everyone has endless money, maybe they are not afraid of people's worries.

But even then, new disputes may arise, which cannot be equalized, reconciled.

This is the world of good and evil, human nature...

Hit the nail on the head, Yuan Tiangang understood a little about the emperor's methods, did not judge, followed the flow of people and approached the post house and said: "See, this is the only post house that can settle down."

Unlike remote towns, there are official post stations, powerful inns, and inns for people to rest.

After all, it is more than 30 miles away from Chang'an, and you will arrive in Chang'an with more effort under your feet.

Chang'an never sleeps is also a scene that highlights the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty.

Therefore, there is no inn in this Dijia town, and this post house is dedicated to the temporary resting place of dignitaries and officials and officials of the six official departments.

It's hard to live in..."

It means that he didn't say it, Wang Langjun was not angry, and before he could speak, he heard the people gathered in the post house talking about it.

"Hello everyone, folks in Dijia Town.

Thank you for coming together to announce good news.

The day after tomorrow, he is the son of the Ministry of Works' family, and he brings a heavy gift to the daughter of the Di family.

I hope that all the neighbors will line up to welcome you, and you will be thanked! ”

The small people are greedy for money, and the middle-aged man in the red robe dressed as a housekeeper symbolically hugs his fists and salutes, and said proudly.

"What? Someone proposed to Miss Di? Did I hear me right? ”

"Haha, it's really great news, yes, yes, Miss Di can finally get married..."

"If you marry in the past, you won't live long, isn't that harmful? If the hall of joy becomes a mourning hall..."

"Shut up, be careful that the Di family hears that there is no good fruit to eat..."

The people of the town were at odds with each other.

But the person dressed as a butler still kept a smile on his face, happy.

But it stimulated Wang Langjun, who was standing behind the human wall, and somehow, he was very unhappy.

"Hey, haha, someone drank the bath water and almost lost their lives, but the chickens flew and the eggs hit..."

"Shut up, brother's woman, who dares to rob it? Death? ”