"You didn't sleep all night last night?"

Xie Jiu opened his eyes in a daze and saw Wei Chi's busy figure extinguishing the bonfire.

"The forest is not safe, the fire is burning better, how do you feel with your legs? I'll take you into the city right away."

After handling the bonfire, he dragged the chopped branches to cover the car, carried the travel bag, tore up a few shirts and made a temporary backpack, and carried Xie Jiu on his back. Wei Chi took the pace of his birth after traveling through time and headed towards an unknown future.

Following yesterday's route, Wei Chi carried Xie Jiu on his back, carried a travel bag on his shoulder, and a long knife in his hand, walking down the mountain with sweat constantly falling. Xie Jiu, who was 170 cm tall, was very slim, and it was not easy to walk the mountain with his back.

Along the way, Xie Jiu silently stretched out his hand behind him to help Wei Chi wipe sweat. However, Wei Chi always felt that the more he wiped, his neck always felt wet.

When we went down to the foot of the mountain, it was already dawn. When the farmers who worked in the farmland saw Wei Xie and others, they all stopped their work and looked at them blankly, with strange expressions.

Wei Chi walked over with Xie Jiu on his back and found an old farmer who looked at him with a kind look. He didn't care whether the etiquette was right or not, and went forward and bowed with his fists and asked, "This father-in-law, we are lost. Where is this place? What dynasty? Which year is it?"

"Home and wife?! Amitabha, the little master, how can he get married?"

The old farmer looked astonished and pointed at Wei Chi, filled with righteous indignation.

Little...Little Master?!

Wei Chi touched his squat awkwardly and quickly explained: "Brother-in-law, I am not a monk. The couple returned from overseas. The men there all had short hair like I am."

He patiently explained that he was not a flower monk, and the old farmer's attitude was better. Wei Chi repeated the question again. The old farmer seemed to not understand Wei Chi's modern Mandarin. Wei Chi said it was very slow to understand. The old farmer said: "This is the territory of Guanzhong. Now it is the ninth year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty. Where is the young man from? He dressed so weirdly?"

Zhenguan?!

Oh, the cake seller! Why did you come back to the Tang Dynasty? Fortunately, you came to the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, not the end of the Sui Dynasty with a chaotic war. You can see the legendary Tang Dynasty with your own eyes, but Wei Chi once had a dream. It seemed that Xie Jiu, who was lying on his back, also felt relieved, and Wei Chi was in a good mood.

"Graduate?Graduate?"

"Ah, my father-in-law, I'm fine after I've just returned to my hometown. I was surprised and lost my composure. Thank you, my father-in-law, how far is this place from Chang'an?"

"Twenty miles away."

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

"Thank you, my father-in-law, please tell Wansheng how to walk the way to Chang'an. The person who is injured is needed to find a doctor for treatment."

The old farmer had already seen Xie Jiu's legs on the plywood, and looked at Wei Chi with a sympathy face with dirt and a torn white shirt, and said enthusiastically: "My boss is going to send a truck of firewood into the city this morning. If the young man doesn't dislike it, let's go with him."

"Thank you, thank you!"

Wei Chi bowed sincerely and thanked the old farmer.

The old farmer smiled honestly and said, "Young Master, you should find a hat to wear your hair so that others will not misunderstand."

"That's right, right, I understand, thank you for your advice."

Wei Chi opened the travel bag. Fortunately, he was lazy and didn't want to wash his hat. He brought two sun hats every time he went out. One of them was given to Xie Jiu and asked her to wear them to cover her beauty so as not to cause any branches. Wei Chi didn't want to encounter the bloody plot of Xie Jiu being teased by a playboy.

Wei Chi took out the remaining one and put it on. Although it was still very strange, there were many Hu people in the Tang Dynasty and their dress was quite strange, especially the more Hu people in Chang'an City. Apart from Wei Chi's short hair and wearing something, people were no longer surprised. They only thought they were Hu people. Khan.

The old farmer took the two to his eldest son, moved the firewood carriage out of a place, and asked Xie Jiu to sit on it.

Xie Jiu wore Wei Chi's baseball cap to cover her gorgeous beauty, and she didn't make any noise along the way. Wei Chi greatly demonstrated his optimistic and enthusiastic character and chatted with the old farmer, Mr. Zhao's son, Mr. Zhao. In just twenty miles, he just wanted to speak a silent and honest man so hard that he could not help but be attentive to him, almost explaining the 18th generation of the ancestors of the Zhao family.

Twenty miles away, I drove the carriages and only walked for half an hour, and I saw the majestic and ancient city walls from afar. In modern times, Wei Chi started working as soon as he graduated and had never been to Xi'an. He only watched the appearance of the ancient city walls on TV. However, watching on TV was completely different from being immersive. Wei Chi felt his eyes were hot and his nose was sour. He couldn't help but hold Xie Jiu's hand and said excitedly: "President Xie, Tang Dynasty! We have arrived in the Tang Dynasty! The Tang Dynasty where all countries come to pay tribute to the Tang Dynasty, the Tang Dynasty in the dreams of the Chinese people!"

The red lips exposed under Xie Jiu's hat brim bent slightly, and she said softly, but she still didn't say anything. Wei Chi came to his senses and felt a little embarrassed. He quickly let go of the beauty's hand and stared at the towering and ancient city wall. He could no longer hold back his tears.

Only by being there can you appreciate the greatness of the ancients. The Tang Dynasty was the most powerful dynasty in Chinese history. Since the Tang Dynasty, the Tang people became the synonym for the descendants of Yan and Huang. More than a thousand years later, the place where Chinese people live was called Chinatown.

"Young Master Wei?"

"Ahhh... I'm sorry, I'm excited for a moment, I'm excited for a moment."

Mr. Zhao smiled honestly and led Wei Chi into the city. After entering the city, Wei Chi carried Xie Jiu up and solemnly thanked Mr. Zhao who had sent them all the way. He also found out the location and name of the largest pawnshop in Chang'an City, and said goodbye.

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

"Don't worry, Deputy Xie, I have already recorded 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 that mean?"

The beauty behind her actually disappeared at such a moment, leaving Wei Chi alone with a frown. What would she call Mr. Xie if she didn't call him?!

Asked all the way to the largest pawnshop in the east city of Chang'an, he sorted out his mood. Wei Chi walked into the pawnshop with his head raised and his chest out. He deliberately ignored the guy who came up and put his travel bag on the counter. He rushed to the middle-aged fat man who looked like a shopkeeper and said, "Please come out, I have rare treasures to die."

The fat shopkeeper glanced at Wei Chi without any action, and smiled kindly: "I wonder what the guest officer wants to be? Can you let me watch it first?"

Wei Chi smiled indifferently, unzipped the travel bag and took out the Wuliangye suit, which was scraped off the modern marks of trademarks and other modern marks. The exquisite and beautiful glass bottle body and the four crystal glass cups included, even in modern times, are extremely beautiful glass products. The fat shopkeeper was excited: "This... this is..."

Wei Chi slowly unscrewed the bottle cap, and the aroma of Wuliangye spread out. The fat shopkeeper's throat slid, and it seemed that he was also a person in the wine hall.

"Please wait a moment, so I'll send someone to invite my boss over here. Guy, give this young master tea."

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

After a while, the guy brought the tea. Wei Chi hadn't drunk any hot water for a day and a night. He picked it up and poured it into his mouth. As soon as he drank it, he almost vomited it out. He glanced at the tea and remembered that the tea at this time was still a bun of tea, which was bitter and astringent, and had a very poor taste.

He forced himself to swallow it, and Wei Chi didn't want to touch the cup of tea again. Xie Jiu next to him also took a sip and put the tea aside.

If you want to drink tea in the future, you have to study the tea stir-frying process. When he was in college, he had a classmate who ran a tea factory. He tried it when he went to his classmate's house to play and knew the tea stir-frying process. However, the technology was too poor, and the tea produced by the fried food tasted less than that of experts.
Chapter completed!