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"Why do you have to wait for Luanhe in three mountains, this place is Yingzhou every year.

Chang'an is just ahead. "

The boy in gray, who was in charge of entertaining the students to visit Chang'an, walked at the front of the line with his chest up and proud, followed by the students from Weizhou, Xuanzhou, Xiangzhou and other prefectures.

Song Shaoyuan, Zhai Yiming and others looked up at the thick city wall in front of them, which seemed to be towering into the clouds, and sincerely praised,

"Scholars, please come with me. Our current location is Mingde Gate in the south of Chang'an."

The gray-clothed boy named Wu Shiqi, like a tour guide in the memory of Li Ang's different world, smiled and led the students from various states to the mainland and stood in the queue leading to the gate of the tower.

The population of Chang'an can reach 3 million, and a large number of envoys, officials, businessmen, farmers, and laborers need to enter and leave the city every day.

It was just the beginning of the morning (seven o'clock in the morning), and there were long lines of queues on the roads of the gates of the towers, and as time went by, the queues continued to grow.

"The overall shape of Chang'an City is a square. There are three gates on each of the four sides of the southeast, north, and west. The north is Guanghua Gate, Jingyao Gate, and Fanglin Gate. The east is Tonghua Gate, Chunming Gate, and Yanxing Gate. The west is Kaiyuan Gate, Jinguangmen and Yanpingmen. To the south are Anhuamen, Mingdemen and Qixiamen.

The six main streets connected by a total of twelve city gates are the main traffic arteries of Chang'an City.

During the reign of Yongchang, the Holy Queen planned to open a few more gates on the city wall to ease the daily transportation pressure in and out of Chang'an, but this resolution was rejected by the three provinces on the grounds that the school optimized the procedures for entering the city, so there is no need to As before, hundreds of soldiers are required to take turns guarding the gates of the city, and carefully unpack the packages of every person entering the city."

Accompanied by Wu Shiqi's tour guide's explanation, the speed of the queue gradually accelerated.

Soon Li Ang saw under Mingde's gate sitting behind the guardrail wearing strong soldiers and the hounds they were leading.

Those who want to enter the city, whether they are envoys, officials, merchants, or farmers, need to walk up to the soldiers and let the hounds carefully sniff their clothes and luggage.

If the hounds do not bark at all, they pass swiftly,

And if the hound barks, the soldiers will stop it and open the package for careful inspection.

"Those hounds were raised by Zhenfu Sizhong's family."

Wu Shiqi said with a smile: "In the former Sui Dynasty, their family had a schoolmaster, and since then they have been raising various breeds of hounds for the royal family and the school.

From the palm-sized pug like a teapot,

To a blood-seeking mastiff that is as tall as a person and can tear tigers and leopards,

The fine dogs used by Lianzhen Fusi and local yamen to track bandits were also bred by them in a special way.

Each hunting dog bred by Zhong's family has a booklet, which records in detail the dog's bloodline and various training procedures it has received.

Such as tracking wild animals, trekking long distances,

Or understand the instructions and guide the blind to go out,

Or sniff the smell, help the governor catch the bad guys, and help the hostess catch the husband's mistress. "

Wu Shiqi curled his lips playfully, and said with a smile: "I don't know how many officials and wealthy businessmen are chased out of Pingkangfang by Fulin dogs every year."

Where is Pingkangfang, all the scholars present have heard about it, and they laughed "I understand, I understand\

,"The female students in the crowd also had bright eyes, and they seemed to want to raise an almighty hound to identify scumbags and beat up mistresses.

"However, although there are many dog-raising businesses in the world, only the Zhong family is the best. Without the family registration book stamped by the Zhong family, a dog is just a dog and cannot be regarded as a hunting dog.

And the price of every hound produced by the Zhong family is more than a thousand.

Those that can sniff and track scents over long distances are not for sale, and cannot be bought through ordinary channels. "

Wu Shiqi added with a smile: "Of course, you are all elite scholars, and you will definitely be able to enter the academy. By then, you will be classmates with the Zhong family's children. It is not a problem to ask for a hunting dog."

"One thousand strings"

Li Ang in the crowd clicked his tongue. All his belongings are only four hundred and ninety pennies now, and he can't even afford a half-price Zhong family hound.

"With a thousand strings, you can buy ten ordinary houses in Weizhou."

Chai Cuiqiao on the side was also stunned and said, "How many single-cage golden milk crisps, manduo-shaped pancakes, Jushengnu, imperial concubine red, Brahman light high noodles, royal yellow queen mother rice, long-lived porridge, and Shengjin can be bought here?" Duck flower soup cake."

"Would you like to put the name of the dish here?"

Li Ang rolled his eyes, "I'm not full for breakfast."

"Breakfast is over, don't we have to have lunch now?"

Chai Cuiqiao said seriously: "I haven't eaten for half an hour."

"Wu Shiqi, is it so early today?"

The soldiers guarding the Mingde Gate knew Wu Shiqi, and asked with a smile, "Are you bringing a candidate from the academy, You Chang'an?"

"yes."

Wu Shiqi clasped his hands cautiously and smiled, turned sideways, and asked Song Shaoyuan and other students from various states to step forward, and took out paper documents such as a pass (equivalent to a pass) to verify their identities.

"Um?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows in a little surprise. When Wu Shiqi cupped his hands just now, there seemed to be a blue tattoo on the skin of his arm under the cuff.

Gang member?

Although the tour guide was not directly sent by the Academy, but a department under the Taichang Temple that assists the admission of the Academy, but a member of the gang was sent here.

Forget it, it's not an important thing anyway. Snakes have snake paths, rats have rat paths.

Li Ang didn't think about it for too long, and followed Song Shaoyuan and others to go forward.

Just like the security check at a traffic station in a different world, everyone untied the iron tools they carried with them in advance, especially the sword and dagger, and sniffed them one by one through the hounds.

When it arrived at Li Ang, the black and orange hound squatted on the ground, hesitated for a moment, and barked at the medicine box beside Li Ang's waist.

"Um?"

The soldiers at the city gate looked over, "Xiao Langjun, you are in this box."

"Oh sorry, almost forgot."

Li Ang opened the medicine box and showed the surgical knives inside, "This is a doctor, and these are my medical equipment in the box."

"Knife, silver needle, and silver thread?"

A soldier curiously picked up the strange-looking silver midwifery forceps from the medicine box, "What is this?"

"Don't move."

The leading sergeant frowned and reprimanded his subordinates, "If it is not contraband such as steel armor, crossbow parts, or fuel for fireworks and firecrackers, you can let it go. The team behind is still waiting."

"Yes, Captain!"

The young soldier was so frightened that he quickly put the forceps back into the medicine box carefully, and took half a step back to let Li Ang and Chai Cuiqiao pass.

It's pretty strict.

Li Ang and Chai Cuiqiao walked through the city gate, and the moment they passed the city gate, they had the illusion of being drenched by rain.

"Um?"

Li Ang looked up at the top of the city cave, only to see thick black bricks and stones.

Chang'an's city defense system does not seem to consist only of city guards and Zhenfusi hounds.

"Thousands of houses are like a chessboard, and Twelfth Street is like a vegetable pit"

In the sound of Wu Shiqi's explanation, the students officially stepped into the most powerful city in the world.

Chang'an City is like a huge chessboard, with straight and wide streets from north to south and from east to west, dividing the city into hundreds of rectangular areas.

Each area is surrounded by walls, with houses and buildings inside, thus forming an independent residential community, which is the "fang" of "one hundred and eight squares".

Standing at the entrance of Mingde Gate, Yongyang Square, Zhaoxing Square, and Da'an Square are on the left, Suzaku Gate in the imperial city is farthest in front, and Tongji Square and Quchi Square are on the right.

"The right side of Quchi Square is Qujiang Pond, one of the two major tourist areas in Chang'an."

Wu Shiqi walked at the front of the team and introduced: "Every spring and autumn season, when the weather is warm and sunny, the residents of the city compete to swim in the Qujiang Pond. The so-called 'colorful tents and emerald banks line the embankment, fresh cars and horses, shoulder to shoulder to hit the hub',

The rich families of scholars travel with their families. When they are playing, they will also pay attention to the outstanding teenagers in the past, looking for a partner for their daughter who is waiting for her.

The setting sun makes Chang'an move, and thousands of horseshoes are flying on Moshang."

Wu Shiqi was articulate and uttered words clearly. Obviously, this passage had been read many times to students from all walks of life every year.

Under his leadership, students from Weizhou, Xuanzhou, Xiangzhou and other prefectures first went to Qujiang Pond for a stroll, then circled Qinglongfang and headed north.

Along the way, everyone saw a large number of Hu people with different skin colors and eye colors, as well as temples with completely different styles.

Buddhist temples, jacket temples, Taoist temples, Persian temples and other temples are harmoniously co-located in the same square city, with constant singing and prayer sounds, as well as a strong smell of incense.

Whether it is Wu Shiqi or the students from various states, it is not surprising that this is not surprising. The Haotian Daomen, located in the Taihao Mountain in the northwest of Xijing, is a religion that is commonly believed in by all countries in the world.

However, under Haotian Daomen, various sects are still allowed to develop—as long as they obey Haotian’s teachings, agree that Haotian rules everything in the world, and recognize that the sages of various sects are only messengers sent by Haotian to the world.

Haotian is not a person or a god with independent will,

Haotian dominates everything and masters everything. Ordinary people can't understand and will never be able to understand. All you need to do is to believe in it and be grateful for everything Haotian brings.

This is the consensus of almost all Yu people, and even the people of the world. It has been like this for thousands of years, and gradually no one asks the reason.

It is under such conditions that Buddhist temples, Ao Temples, Persian temples and other temples can coexist harmoniously—at least on the surface.

When those believers go out to fetch water, they will greet each other with a smile when they see each other.

But as soon as he turned his face, he remained expressionless and silently quickened his pace.

Wu Shiqi led the curious crowd across the Ao Temple in Jinggongfang and came to Dongshi.

This is the largest concentrated market in Chang'an and even in the whole world. There are countless shops, a wide variety of goods, and people with different accents shouting loudly and crowding shoulder to shoulder.

"Students, stand a little closer. Although Chang'an is safe and secure, there are so many barbarians in Dongshi, it's inevitable that there will be a mixture of good and bad people. It would be bad if things were taken away by people."

Wu Shiqi led the students from the next week, passing by the edge of the East City, but did not formally go in, which disappointed many students.

They weren't disappointed because they didn't see the wide variety of luxury goods or delicacies.

It was because I missed Orchid holding wine at the entrance of the restaurant.

Those blond-haired, blue-eyed, high-nosed Hu women, dressed in elegant clothes, spoke with an authentic Chang'an accent, holding wine to attract customers, and attracted the attention of the students.

"For the base orchid wine, grow a white nose, pick lotus and throw it on the water, the man's intention is to float the flowers."

Wu Shiqi said with a smile: "The wine shops opened by barbarians mainly sell wine. Li Taibai, the poet and sword fairy of this dynasty, likes to hang out with them the most."

"Where can we say goodbye, Qingqi Gate in Chang'an. Hu Ji recruits plain hands, Yanke drunk golden cups."

Song Shaoyuan didn't have time to think, and read Li Taibai's "Two Poems of Sending Eighteen Pictures of Pei to the South to Songshan".

"Exactly, scholars are highly talented."

Wu Shiqi nodded slightly in surprise, and introduced: "However, Chang'an has a custom of giving tips when going in and out of restaurants, and when facing orchids, the tips are often more—you can't let people take it lightly.

Therefore, only aristocratic teenagers will continue to patronize the wine shop where Orchid is waving to serve wine. "

"They're poor people too."

Unlike the fascinated scholars, Ji Linglang, who stood among the female students, frowned slightly, and sighed: "I want to go to a foreign country and make a forced laugh in a wine shop."

"Who isn't?"

The loneliness in Wu Shiqi's eyes was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, he regained the attitude of a professional tour guide, and said with a smile: "Everyone, please follow me, Pingkang Square is to the west of Dongshi."

The eyes of the scholars lit up, and they quickened their pace silently under the disdainful eyes of the female classmates. Ji Linglang sighed helplessly, feeling helpless for the honesty of the fellow students.

She turned her gaze, but saw Li Ang and Chai Cuiqiao walking at the back of the crowd, not looking at Pingkangfang, but standing in front of a building.

The people of Weizhou finally have someone reliable.

Ji Linglang smiled and asked, "Risheng, what are you looking at?"

"ah?"

Li Ang turned his head and replied casually, "I'm looking at the sickroom inside."

The sickhouse, or the sad field sickhouse, is the product that is closest to the concept of a hospital in this era.