[Seven-Five] I Long Song

The noodles of Lao Yu’s family are indeed unrivaled in Kaifeng. The deliciousness of the fish soup and the flexibility of the hand-rolled noodles are perfectly combined. One bite is full of delicious flavors. Even Yang Chizhang, a gentleman, can’t help but like Zhan Like Zhao, he drank the soup in a bowl.

"I wonder what brother Yang's plan is right now?" Zhan Zhao said lazily after eating and drinking, which really fits his title of "Royal Cat".

How to plan?To be honest, Yang Chizhang doesn't know what to do now, this world is too strange for him.Life is not a novel, the protagonist in the novel can get along well no matter how many maps are changed, but after the time travel, the loneliness and fear of having no relatives or friends can drive people crazy.Yang Chizhang was originally an otaku who was not good at socializing. If Yang Yifei hadn't picked him up and brought him back to Changge to teach him to grow up after the first time travel, the little hedgehog Yang Chizhang would not have exposed his white belly.

And in this new map, Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang are the only people who can be said to know each other. Not only is he penniless, he doesn't even have an ID card, and he is a proper black household.

Yang Chizhang, who was filled with grief, hugged Qing Yuliu who had been put aside for dinner with a heavy expression on his face: "Brother Zhan, please treat the agreed meal, right?"

Zhan Zhao: "..."

Yang Chizhang was also embarrassed when he said this sentence. If someone saved him, he should treat his benefactor to dinner, but in the end he had to pay for it.This is really true, if the foster father finds out, he might hit his head with a book again.

Bai Yutang smiled at the side: "Of course he pays, this thief cat rarely treats guests, brother Yang doesn't need to think about it."

Zhan Zhao frowned: "What is rare? Am I a stingy person in Yutang's heart?"

Bai Yutang ignored him, took a sip of the tea on the table, and immediately frowned: "I don't think Brother Yang is from Kaifeng, and his clothes—" Bai Yutang paused, "It doesn't look like that. It's not Song Dynasty style."

Yang Chizhang was embarrassing, his own background was really shocking, although it was against the way of a gentleman, it was really inconvenient to express it clearly.I had no choice but to speak nonsense: "I am actually a disciple of Changge Sect. My Changge Sect has existed since the previous dynasty. To avoid wars, I have lived in seclusion for more than a hundred years. The members of the sect have withered. This generation is only my disciple. "This is not a nonsense. For this world, Changgemen has long disappeared in the torrent of time. Yang Chizhang was a little sad, and his tone fell: "Master, the old man asked me to go out to see the world. I left the master's gate and came all the way to Kaifeng, the master is getting older, and I don't know when we will see each other again."

Seeing this, Zhan Bai and the others didn't know how to persuade them, they only regretted asking these few more questions.Apparently, Zhan Zhao and the others believed this statement.Although they had never heard of the sect of Changgemen, Yang Chizhang's noble temperament could not be faked. At first glance, he felt that he was the heir cultivated by a certain hermit family.

Of course, it's unclear how much of the seven or eight points is due to the face.

Thinking is useless, Yang Chizhang quickly waved away his melancholy: "I just came out of the mountain, and I haven't—" Yang Chizhang swallowed the "ID card" that was turning around his mouth, and changed it to a more Song Dynasty saying: "Household registration, how can I settle in Kaifeng?" Just like modern people need an ID card to travel, settlement is also very important for ancient people.Moreover, Yang Chizhang is actually homeless in this world, and Zhan Zhao can be regarded as an official regardless of his size, and he is born with a chivalrous heart.

"Ah, this matter, as long as you stay in Kaifeng for one year, it will be fine." Zhan Zhao smiled heartily. He was still a little confused at first, but then he thought that even if Yang Chizhang had a household registration, he might still be from the Tang Dynasty.

Huh?so easy?Yang Chizhang was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he was still a college student and saw a headline on the Internet one day: "Easy Household Registration in Ancient China: One-year Residence in Song Dynasty Can Get Beijing Hukou".Unexpectedly, it turned out to be true!

Yang Chizhang also heaved a sigh of relief that the black household problem, which was thought to be the most difficult to solve, was solved in this way.After saying goodbye to Zhan Zhao Bai Yutang amicably, Yang Chizhang thought about his future path alone.

He crossed over from the battlefield, and besides the sapphire flow, he didn't even have a decorative jade pendant on his body. He couldn't pass the sapphire flow as a pawn.

Little did he know that in the eyes of the surrounding aunts and aunts, his image of a melancholy and beautiful boy was just a poor homeless little boy.Well, although it is true.

Immediately, the aunts in Kaifeng, who were bursting with maternal love, began to greet Yang Chizhang. One gave a pear, and the other stuffed a bun. Seeing that Yang Chizhang couldn't hold it in both hands, someone gave a basket by the way.

Yang Chizhang, who was eating with a basket: "..." The people of Kaifeng are really enthusiastic.

Thank you politely, and those aunts smiled even more happily: "It's okay, it's all made by myself. You are so skinny, you should eat more."

The uncles on the side gritted their teeth: I didn't run away!The public enemy of men is you!

In the basket was a silk handkerchief that some brave girl took the opportunity to stuff in. Yang Chizhang looked at the pink handkerchief embroidered with glowing peach blossoms, and finally the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.Girls from the Song Dynasty are considered conservative, but girls from the Tang Dynasty are only willing to give Sipa quietly.Yang Chizhang helped his forehead, and thought about the fear of being chased for several streets and finally confessed in the street. Yang Chizhang, the innocent virgin, shivered.

Walking briskly to the suburbs, there is no way, Yang Chizhang, who was rich and handsome in the Tang Dynasty, has been reduced to a pauper in the Song Dynasty.Handsome is still handsome, but he still can't live in a hotel by brushing his face.

When passing a corner, shouting and shoving suddenly came from the depths of the alley.

Hey, is there anyone under Bao Qingtian who dares to break the law?

After a few dodges and jumps, they had already jumped onto the big tree beside the alley. Under the cover of the thick leaves, Yang Chizhang looked down.

A burly man was followed by several gangsters, one of whom was holding a knife and fox pretending to be a tiger: "You scholar, you are sensible, hurry up and hand over your money! Otherwise——"

The handsome scholar in a white gown showed disdain on his face: "Otherwise, what if I kill you? Under Mr. Bao's rule, you dare to commit murder?"

The choked gangster: "..." Why didn't this scholar follow the routine, and knelt down tremblingly to give the money as agreed?

The other gangster saw that the situation was not good, so he immediately changed his words: "Hmph, I don't dare to kill people, but flesh and blood are inevitable! Do you know who our boss is?"

The scholar calmly said, "Who is it?"

The little gangster was proud: "Our boss' surname is Wang Mingba, but Kaifeng Yiba!"

"Oh~~ It turned out to be—" The scholar suddenly realized, and then immediately mocked his face: "Bastard, coincidentally, there is one in my pool, could it be your eldest brother?"

This scholar was so irritating that Yang Chizhang on the tree almost couldn't laugh out loud.

"You—" the boss with a savage face turned red with anger, and looked even more fierce: "Call me, I want to see who is the bastard who begged for mercy in the end!"

Seeing that their boss had been insulted, a group of younger brothers immediately picked up the weapons in their hands and rushed over.

This scholar has delicate skin and tender flesh, and looks like he is powerless. Yang Chizhang untied the sapphire stream on his back with his backhand, and Gongshangjiao Zhengyu was about to do a set. Unexpectedly, the situation on the scene changed suddenly——

I saw that scholar took out the soybean-sized ball from nowhere, and then threw it at the feet of the group of hooligans. The ball exploded immediately when it touched the ground, and then released a large cloud of white smoke, floating in the air. Nothing sweet.

not good!Feeling a little weak in the body, Yang Chizhang immediately realized that the fragrance was not right, and Mo Wen felt better when his mind was working.

This is still because he was standing far away. Those gangsters who came into close contact with him must have softened to water.

Sure enough, the smoke dissipated, and those gangsters lay on the ground moaning, and they didn't even have the energy to speak.

The scholar seemed to be still angry, rushed up and stomped on the boss's face, and cursed: "Who do you say is a bastard, who is a bastard!"

The boss was about to cry, and he didn't expect the life of a gangster to be so difficult.

Were all the scholars in the Song Dynasty so cruel?Yang Chizhang was dumbfounded.

The scholar, who had exhausted his clothes and was about to leave, inadvertently looked up and saw Yang Chizhang's stunned face on the tree.

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