Chapter 1405 Changan’s Job Requirements Are High

"There will be ten questions on the current affairs policy, which will ask about the situation around the Tang Dynasty. It may be asked about Tubo alone, or about the Turks, or even about the White Arabs and the Turks, and the Southwest Barbarians are not excluded."

On the first floor of the Ruoxiang Inn in the south of the city, where people drink and eat, at night, a student picked up a newspaper from a few days ago and read about the imperial examination.

He had just hurried to Chang'an and was delayed by illness on the way.

Three people from his state came with him, and four people were selected.

The three companions took care of him when he was sick and did not dare to abandon him.

There are "admission tickets" in their hands, proving that the four of them are candidates.

The admission ticket is their identity certificate, plus the recommendation letter from the state.

For example, Meng Haoran ranked first in the county, and the county gave him a recommendation certificate. He took it to the state, passed the exam, and the state allowed him to take the imperial examination.

"Who wrote it? There is no literary talent at all." The classmate of the student next to him frowned.

Can the things written in the newspaper be more literary? It's too plain, it feels embarrassing.

"If you are a little more educated, you will know how to deal with the Turks?" The people eating at the table next to him looked up at the four students.

The four people had noticed when this person came in just now. The person who came in was in his forties and the clothes he wore were woven with fine linen.

The tiny stalks of straw could be seen in the gaps between the fine linen, indicating that the straw was filled inside to keep warm.

This person came in to eat a box lunch, a box lunch that you could eat as much as you wanted for one penny.

During the day, the box lunch sellers in the south of the city would have leftovers at night and would send them to the various inns in Lijiazhuangzi in the south of the city.

Whoever wanted to eat, spent one penny and could eat as much as they could.

Then some people who did manual labor and wanted to drink a few sips of wine came to eat.

The wine was naturally bought at the inn, and the price was the same as others, but the dishes were cheaper.

If you wanted to eat staple food, it was charged separately, and the staple food in the box lunch was not free.

Some scholars obviously looked down on these hard laborers. If they had not just arrived in Chang'an, the student who had just spoken would probably have taught them a lesson.

"How can I not know? The Tang Dynasty has been fighting repeatedly, but the Tibetan area alone, although it covers a large area, has cost countless money.

At this time, peace should be the first priority to ease the court's urgent need for money.

If not, where will the troops come from if they are used in many places? All the soldiers who can fight are stored in Tibet, and the northern part of the Tang Dynasty has become an undefended place."

After the examinee finished speaking, he showed a hint of sarcasm, looking at the coolies, as if asking: Do you understand?

The person eating the leftovers of the box lunch looked at the examinee: "The Turks are in civil strife and will seek peace soon. The northern part of the Tang Dynasty is full of war. The tribes on the grassland gather and disperse according to the situation. If you delay it for a while, it will become a problem in the future. The court is short of money, and the common people donate."

After the man finished speaking, he reached into his arms and took out a stack of exchange coupons of varying denominations and slapped them on the table.

"Shopkeeper Xiaodong, ask Li Dongzhu if the court is short of money? If it is, we, who work as porters at the docks in the summer and pull carts on the riverbanks in the winter, will each donate ten strings of cash."

There was silence all around, and the four new students made the same move, slightly opening their mouths and staring at the porter at the dock.

After a few breaths, one of the candidates who had just arrived yesterday at another table muttered: "Are the requirements for porters at the docks so high now?"

His friends nodded vigorously, feeling that the shock they were bearing was too great.

"Chang'an is really different. Yesterday I heard that a street sweeper wrote a poem "Qingchen Fu" and thought it was funny. Today I know that it must be true."

One of the friends sighed and admitted his mistake.

"You used the wrong word. What does Hengye Nengzhan mean? Hengye means lying in the wild?" The candidate who looked down on others just now was looking for faults.

"Hengye Jun." This time several people spoke at the same time, and then looked at the candidate in surprise: You don't even know Hengye Jun?

"Old Du, you are talking nonsense. The court has plenty of money. If you need money, the owner will find a way. They haven't come yet, I'll heat up the wine."

Xiaodong, the head of the Lijiazhuangzi in the inn, came over with four wine bundles in one hand and a glass wine bottle with a capacity of more than 500 ml in the other hand.

"Xiaodong, we can't afford this white wine." The porter waved his hands several times when he saw the wine bottle.

"The leftovers of others will be counted in that one penny."

Xiaodong put the things on the table with a smile, and the waiter immediately went to get the bowls and water for heating the wine.

Xiaodong took the money on the table and stuffed it into Old Du: "60-degree wine, you five people, drink slowly."

Another waiter brought out a plate of cucumber and pig ears from the back kitchen, with chili oil on it.

"How can this be done?" Old Du smiled bitterly.

He knew it in his heart that Xiaodong was the one who decided to send him wine and food because of what he had just said.

"Yes, at least you, Lao Du, understand the situation at the border. It doesn't matter if your literary talent is a little bit poor. After all, we don't take the imperial examination." Xiaodong narrowed his eyes and looked at the candidate just now.

He was criticizing people. If the literary talent of the porter was poor, the literary talent of the candidate just now...

Candidate: "..."

He felt uneasy and felt that he might not pass the exam this year.

It was too scary. It was so scary. Chang'an couldn't even do a job as a porter without some literary talent and a grasp of state affairs?

The one who just muttered thought the same as him, and his expression was a little nervous: "Shopkeeper Xiaodong, I didn't pass the exam this year. I want to find a job. I want to be a waiter in your inn. Do I need to write a poem? Is the question difficult?"

"You can't be a waiter. Oh, it has nothing to do with literary talent. You candidates are of noble status. How can you do the work of serving people?"

Xiaodong told the truth. The candidates would not lower themselves to be waiters. Only the owner could do anything.

The candidates felt very harsh. Were they scolded?

"Lao Du came first. Did you eat secretly? Oh, Lao Du, you got rich?"

The door curtain was lifted, and four people came in. The leader walked and said, and saw the wine on the table with a puzzled look on his face.

"Sent by Xiaodong, the shopkeeper, and there are cucumbers and pig ears." Lao Du pointed to four wine bundles.

The reason why there are not five, one for each person, is to set the atmosphere.

One wine bundle for each person, then drink your own.

Five people need to pour wine back and forth, a little more, a little less, who pours for whom, it will be lively and seem close.

The four newcomers clasped their fists to Xiaodong to express their gratitude. As for why, they will ask when they eat.

They took the tray to the leftovers to serve, and they would take a spoon or tweezers to pick up the piece they liked.

The good things in the leftovers are usually picked out, and the rest are some radishes, cabbages, pig livers, chicken livers, etc.

Rich people can still have some pork elbow meat left, which is taken to Beitianfang.

It's too good, and you can't eat it for a penny.

What you can eat for a penny is enough to fill you up, but it's still a vegetable, even cabbage, cabbage with meat, is still a little oily.

Radishes and cabbage are rich in vitamins and chlorophyll, and those who do hard work drink oily soup, which is a good deal.

The key is to eat in the inn, it's warm.

Then everyone took out half a black bread and prepared to dip it in the soup.

"Boss, what else can they add to this table, along with the staple food of wine and rice, I'll treat you."

A man dressed as a businessman sitting in the corner suddenly spoke.

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