Datang Imperial Physician

Chapter 3 The Basics of Life (Modify minor bugs)

"You didn't sleep last night?"

Xie Jiu opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was Wei Jia who was busy putting out the bonfire.

"It's not safe in the forest. The fire is better. How does your leg feel? I'll take you into the city right away."

After finishing the bonfire, dragged the cut branches to cover the car, took the travel bag, tore a few shirts to make a temporary backpack, carried Xie Jiu on his back, and Wei Jia took the steps of birth after time travel , to an unknown future.

Following yesterday's route, Wei Jia carried Xie Jiu on his back, with a travel bag on his shoulder and a long knife in his hand, and walked down the mountain. Sweat kept falling. Xie Jiu, who is 170 cm tall, is very slender, With that weight, walking the mountain road with your back on your back is not an easy task.

Along the way, Xie Jiu silently stretched out his hand behind his back to help Wei Jia wipe off his sweat. However, Wei Jia always felt that he rubbed more and more, and his neck always felt wet.

When we got down to the foot of the mountain, it was already dawn, and the farmers who were working in twos and threes in the farmland stopped what they were doing when they saw Wei Xie, and stared blankly at them with strange expressions.

Regardless of their expressions, Wei Zhi walked over with Xie Jiu on his back, and found an old farmer who looked kinder.Regardless of whether the etiquette is right or not, he stepped forward and clasped his fists together, asking: "Old man, our husband and wife are lost, where is this place? What dynasty? What year is it?"

"Husband and wife?! Amitabha, little master is a monk, how can he marry a wife?"

The old farmer was full of astonishment, and pointed at Wei Chi, filled with righteous indignation.

Little... little master? !
Wei Chi touched his chest in embarrassment, and quickly explained: "Old man, I'm not a monk, my wife and I came back from overseas, and the men there all have short hair like me."

After patiently explaining that he is not a monk of Huahua, the old farmer's attitude is better. Wei Jia repeated the question again. The old farmer seems to be unable to understand Wei Jia's modern Mandarin, and Wei Jia speaks very slowly to understand.The old farmer said: "This is the border of Guanzhong. It is now the ninth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty. Where is the young man from? Dressed so strangely?"

Chastity? !
Oh, sweetie!Why did you come back to Datang? !Fortunately, it was the Zhenguan Year of the Tang Dynasty, not the end of the Sui Dynasty.To be able to witness the legendary Tang Dynasty with his own eyes is a dream that Wei Chi once had in his heart.Feeling that Xie Jiu, who was lying on his back, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, Wei Jia was in a good mood.

"The young? The young?"

"Ah, old man, there is nothing wrong with my late birth, I just returned to my homeland, I was so surprised that I lost my composure, thank you old man, how far is this place from Chang'an?"

"There are still twenty miles."

The old farmers told Wei Chi one by one, and Wei Chi was both surprised and happy.

"Thank you old man. Please tell Wansheng how to go to Chang'an. My wife is injured and needs to be treated by a doctor."

The old farmer had already seen Xie Jiu's splinted leg, looked sympathetically at Wei Jia, who had a face full of dirt and a torn white shirt, and said enthusiastically: "My boss is going to send a car of firewood to the city this morning. Come with him."

"Thank you old man, thank you!"

Wei Jia bowed again sincerely, thanking the old farmer.

The old farmer smiled honestly and said, "Young man, you should find a hat to wear with your hair, so as not to be misunderstood by others."

"That's right, that's right, Wansheng understands, thank you old man for your guidance."

Wei Zhi opened the travel bag. Fortunately, because he was lazy, he didn't want to wash his hat, so he always brought two sun hats every time he went out.One was given to Xie Jiu, and she was asked to wear it to cover up her beauty, so as not to cause complications. Wei Jia didn't want to encounter Xie Jiu being molested by a dude.

Wei Jia took out the remaining one and put it on. Although it was still weird, there were many barbarians in the Tang Dynasty, and their clothes were rather strange, especially in Chang'an City. Except for Wei Jia's short hair, what he was wearing, People have already seen the strangeness, and only think that they are Hu people.sweat.

The old farmer led the two of them to his eldest son, moved the chai carriage out of a place, and let Xie Jiu sit on it.

Xie Jiu wore Wei Jia's baseball cap to cover her gorgeous face, and she didn't make a sound along the way.Wei Chi gave full play to his optimistic and enthusiastic character, and talked with the old farmer, Mr. Zhao, the son of Mr. Zhao, all the way. In a short distance of twenty miles, he talked about a silent and honest man so much that he wanted to tell him his heart and soul. Give a clear account of the eighteen generations of Zhao's ancestors.

It took only half an hour to drive a horse-drawn carriage for a distance of twenty miles, and the majestic and simple city wall could be seen from a distance.In modern times, Wei Jia started working as soon as he graduated. He had never been to Xi’an, and he had only seen the appearance of the ancient city wall on TV. With hot eyes and a sore nose, he couldn't help grasping Xie Jiu's hand, and said excitedly, "Deputy Xie, Datang! We have arrived in Datang! The Great Tang where all nations came to court, the Great Tang in the Chinese dream Don!"

The red lips exposed under Xie Jiu's hat lightly curved into a beautiful arc, gave a soft grace, but still didn't speak, but Wei Jia was a little embarrassed when he recovered, and quickly let go of the beauty's hand, dazed Looking at the majestic and simple city wall, the tears could no longer be held back.

Only by being there can you appreciate the greatness of the ancients.Datang, the most powerful dynasty in Chinese history, since the Tang Dynasty, Tangren has become the name of the descendants of Yan and Huang. After more than 1000 years, the place where Chinese people live is called Chinatown.

"Young Master Wei?"

"Ah... sorry, I was excited for a while, and I was excited for a while."

Boss Zhao smiled honestly and led Wei Chi into the city.After entering the city, Wei Jia picked up Xie Jiu on his back, solemnly thanked Mr. Zhao who had sent them off, and asked about the location and name of the largest pawn shop in Chang'an City, and left.

"The ancients are so simple, Wei Chi, we must repay Zhao's family in the future."

"Don't worry, Vice President Xie, I've already written down the address of Mr. Zhao's house. When we have money, we will definitely repay you."

"...Don't call me Deputy Xie again."

"Oh. What's it called?"

The beauty behind her was silent at such a moment, leaving only Wei Jia with a frowning face, what should I call Vice President Xie? !

After inquiring all the way to the largest pawnshop in Chang'an Chengdong City, Wei Jia walked into the pawnshop with his head held high and his chest held high. He deliberately ignored the clerk who came up to him, and directly put the travel bag on the counter, and rushed to the shopkeeper's middle-aged fat man. Said: "Please come out, my boss, I have a rare treasure that I want to die for."

The fat shopkeeper glanced at Wei Chi, didn't move, and smiled kindly: "I don't know what the guest officer wants to be? Could you let me watch it first?"

Wei Chi smiled indifferently, unzipped the travel bag, and took out Wuliangye suits one by one, which he had scratched off the trademark and other modern traces.The exquisite and beautiful glass bottle body and the four crystal glasses that come with it are extremely beautiful glass products even in modern times. The fat shopkeeper said excitedly: "This... this is..."

Wei Chi unscrewed the bottle cap slowly, and the aroma of Wuliangye's wine permeated the air.The fat shopkeeper's throat slipped for a while, and it seemed that he was also a wine drinker.

"Young master, please wait a moment. I will send someone to invite the master over here. Dude, serve tea to this young master."

Wei Chi nodded with a smile, carefully put Xie Jiu on his back, carried her to a chair and sat down.

After a while, the clerk brought the tea. Wei Jia hadn't drank any hot water for a day and a night. The tea leaves at this time are still tuancha, bitter and astringent, with a very bad taste.

Resisting to swallow it down, Wei Chi didn't want to touch that cup of tea anymore.Xie Jiu, who was next to him, only took a sip and put the tea aside.

If you want to drink tea in the future, you have to study the process of frying tea.When he was in college, he had a classmate who opened a tea factory. He tried it when he visited his classmate’s house and knew the process of roasting tea. However, the technology was too poor, and the taste of the roasted tea was not as good as that made by experts.

Travelers, just pay attention, there is gold everywhere!Wei Zhi couldn't help but beam with joy, and only at this time did he really feel relieved about the issue of livelihood.

(End of this chapter)