Great Tang’s Unparalleled National Teacher

Chapter 623

The next morning.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Zhang Feng came to Chang'an City with a sliding pole.

Although Li Chengqian tried his best to let him sit on Great Confucian's sedan chair, or ride his white horse, Zhang Feng firstly can't ride a horse, and secondly, he doesn't want to be so public.

At this time, at the foot of Mt. Kui, some small vendor stalls have already developed.

Even the businessmen who walked around here built a simple shed with trees and started small business in it.

Don't even say that this business is done, it's not in Chang'an City.

For example, the one that sells barbecue.

Nowadays, chicken and duck meat is basically the main thing, but these are just right for the appetite of hard work on the mountain. Even Cheng Chumo will stroll down the mountain from time to time to get some barbecue and drink it. Only then did a large barrel of beer sway up the mountain humming a little song.

Not to mention the people.

I did a day's work, and then I got off work at night and went to drink a bamboo beer. Although the barbecue can't be eaten, but at any rate they smelled the fragrance, and the wine was delicious.

At this time.

Stand outside Chang'an City.

Looking at the mottled city wall, Zhang Feng has the illusion of seeing Chang'an City city wall in later generations.

Sparse people are coming in and out listlessly, and along the way, there are some teenagers who are excited to go to the Academy.

Entered Chang'an City.

The number of victims in the city has decreased significantly.

Zhang Feng is a little puzzled. It seems that the disaster has been suppressed, but his mother, how come the people on this mountain are getting more and more together?

It’s not a good sign to go on like this!

Although there are 30,000 shi of grain, but the original five-six thousand people, plus the current one thousand and two hundred people, it is almost 10,000 people, so many people, 30,000 shi of grain, it will eat the mountain. That's it!

No, I have to find a way.

The streets of Cháng'ān are very clean and there are many vendors, but there are many fewer pedestrians on the streets. At the gate of the Government Treasury, you can still see some refugees waiting for the porridge. But not as much as before.

Walking all the way, watching all the way, Zhang Feng is thinking all the way about how to solve this thing for him, after all, it will cause big problems to sit and eat.

As soon as Zhang Feng entered Tonghui Street, he was seen by several women.

"Yo! Feng'zi is back!?"

"Everyone is coming out quietly, Feng'zi is back!"

"Feng 'zi is back, come out soon!"

In the quiet Tonghui Street, with a loud shout, gradually, people came out of the house, standing on both sides of the road, looking at Zhang Feng .

And leave him a straight path to Little Tavern.

Zhang Feng is a bit speechless.

As for what.

Isn't it just a trip out?

Why are you so polite?

Zhang Feng can only grin, like a second fool, clasping his fists and thanking everyone.

After finally getting to Tavern, Zhang Feng was finally deeply sighed in relief.

Remove a piece of smoked bacon and throw it in the pot for washing and scrubbing. Then the firewood is set up, and a jar of good wine is taken out, elated lying on the recliner, shaking it gently.

I'm still comfortable in my own home!

But when Zhang Feng worked out three dishes, prepared a pot, and then went to find Old Li, Tavern's door was knocked from the outside.

"Zhang Feng brother? Zhang Feng brother?"

"Who?"

"I, Old Fang!"

Old Fang?

Zhang Feng is a little surprised.

However, he put down the flask and opened Tavern's door. ,

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Fang Xuanling squinting his eyes, touching his beard and looking at Zhang Feng, and beside him was followed by a white beard and gray hair in a purple robe, his face was ruddy, but The nose is extremely ruddy, like an old man scalded by boiling water.

I said that this old man looks a little bit so, but that arrogant imposing manner radiates from the inside out, which is impossible to pretend.

Zhang Feng couldn't help but be overwhelmed.

"Yeah, here is Old Fang? This is..."

Fang Xuanling touched the white beard and glanced at Zhang Feng mysteriously, but did not speak, instead Zhang Feng opened the door a little bit and invited the person into the little Tavern respectfully.

One enters the little Tavern. ,

The man saw the poem on that wall.

I couldn’t help but look slightly awe-inspiring,

"This...little friend, is this poem written by you?"

Zhang Feng can’t understand this What's the origin, I had to be nodded.

"Drunk and scribble, I haven't had time to clean it up, this gentleman laugh!"

The old man's face was stern.

"Such a good poem, if it is cleaned up, wouldn't it be a pity? It's very good like this, and it will add a bit of anger to your little Tavern."

"Bring in the Wine, the cups must not stop, this is the poetry that little Tavern should have! Good poem, good poem!"

Zhang Feng was also puzzled.

Old Fang and the old man’s mysterious relationship made him a little confused as to what the old man came from.

Is it His Imperial Majesty?