"How is it? Can you tell?"
Xiaoqing took a step back and let others see Tang Ping.
"Oh my god, Sister Xiaoqing, you are so awesome, you can't even tell that this is the young master!"
"That's right, you really can't tell. It's like a different person!"
A group of people gathered around Tang Ping to comment.
Tang Ping spent a lot of money to hire the anchor to teach her the makeup technique. Among Xiaoqing, Xiaoluo, Luyi and Liuer, Xiaoqing was the most talented in this area.
Many things are easy to understand and can be learned in just one step.
Although the technique of making Li Shan look like Kurban is not yet available, it can still be done to cover up Tang Ping's original appearance so that others cannot recognize him.
The reason why he did this was because it was Chinese New Year and Tang Ping wanted to take his family to the city to play, but he didn’t want to be recognized!
Today is the last shopping festival in Chang'an before the Chinese New Year. Today, many stores in Chang'an will start to hold some promotions and discounts.
After today, it will be the New Year's holiday for the entire Chang'an.
The government issued a notice that there will be a twenty-day New Year holiday.
During this period, if the store is unwilling to take a holiday, it will need to pay three times the salary to the store clerk.
The entire workshop area and various government offices in Chang'an have begun their holidays. They all have a lot of year-end bonuses in their hands, and of course they will do a lot of shopping today to prepare for the New Year.
It can be said that this is the carnival shopping festival of the Tang Dynasty.
Tang Ping looked in the mirror and was quite satisfied with the appearance of the ordinary-looking young man in the mirror.
With a big wave of his hand: "Let's go shopping in Chang'an. Please swipe my Di card today!"
"Second Master, are you serious?" Li Bai's eyes lit up: "I am worried that I don't have enough money to buy New Year gifts for Erya, Chunhua, Niu Niu, Xiaohe, Xiaoju, and Xiaomei!"
Tang Ping rolled his eyes at this guy. As this guy got older and older, he became more and more handsome.
Coupled with his talent and being Tang Ping's first disciple, I don't know how many girls in Chang'an want to be with him.
You could call him a playboy. He was mostly polite and courteous to the unfamiliar women in the city, but he was definitely not close to them.
But if you want to say that he's not bothering, he didn't miss the list of girls from Shanghe Village who were friends with him just now.
The villagers have come to complain several times, but Tang Ping has nothing to do with this matter. The girls in the village climb over the wall at night and come out to watch the moon with Li Bai. How do you think Tang Ping can control it?
Fortunately, this kid hasn't done anything outrageous yet. If you ask him what his plans are, he doesn't even know.
In desperation, Tang Ping could only let it go.
"What's wrong? Are you envious for being so absorbed in thinking?" Wang Qingluan's whisper came to his ears, which made Tang Ping excited. He quickly shook his head and said with a desire to survive: "I was thinking about how to educate this person. Boy, you are so carefree and not dedicated at all, you are simply a scumbag."
"Haha!" Wang Qingluan chuckled, then slapped a letter in his hand on Tang Ping's chest: "I just received it this morning, a letter from the Turks."
"Like a teacher, like a disciple!" He said, taking Tangtang from Liu'er's hand, and walked out first with Xiaoqing and Luyi.
Everyone else could only hold back their laughter, and Tang Ping was also helpless.
Opening the envelope, there was a page of letter paper and a few Polaroid photos sliding down.
Tang Ping asked someone to send the camera to Gu Xiaotang and taught him how to use it. Unexpectedly, her photography skills were really good.
In the photo, she is seen wearing Turkic costumes, and there is a little guy with a tiger-like head and a tiger-like brain.
The letter was also written simply, with Gu Xiaotang telling some interesting things about his daily life with his son.
Tang Ping raised a smile on his lips, then looked at Lao Cui, Lao Du and Li Bai who looked familiar to us. He rolled his eyes at them, put the letter and photos into the cabinet, and then said: "Hurry up and follow me." !”
Now that he had put on makeup, he stopped driving his own car and headed towards Chang'an in a few ordinary-looking carriages.
"Call daddy!"
"Hey..."
"Call daddy!"
"Oh……"
In the carriage, Tang Ping held up Tang Tang and tried to teach her to call her daddy, but he failed.
"Call mom!"
Wang Qingluan took Tang Tang from Tang Ping's hand. Unexpectedly, Tang Tang actually said vaguely: "Mom, mother, mother...".
Of course Wang Qingluan would compete with Tang Ping to teach Tang Tang to call him, but he had never succeeded.
Unexpectedly, Tang Tang could actually pronounce this sound today.
"Did you hear that? Did you hear that?" Wang Qingluan blinked at Tang Ping with a pair of beautiful eyes, and asked with a hint of excitement and pride: "Did you hear Tang Tang call me?"
Of course Tang Ping also heard it, and said happily but also a little bit bitterly: "You know, according to the research of our experts, mother's pronunciation is simpler than father's, so we always call mother first."
"Haha!" Wang Qingluan smiled contemptuously: "I don't know what expert you are talking about? Is it you?"
After saying that, he ignored Tang Ping and said affectionately to Tang Tang: "Call mom, call mom."
There was no pause along the way, until outside the gate of Chang'an City, Tang Tang was already drowsy.
Tang Ping and the others got out of the car and carefully put him into the stroller. It looked like an ordinary stroller, but it was the latest work of Geng Shuai, a four-star craftsman from the Ministry of Industry.
This time he finally made something useful. The functions of this stroller are only a few more than those of Tang Ping's later strollers.
Now it has applied for a patent in Chang'an City and started selling it. It is very popular among high-income people in Chang'an.
Before entering Chang'an City, Tang Ping and the others had encountered several similar strollers.
However, Tang Ping did not advance into the city. Instead, he came to the completed monument to heroes at the city gate. The image above was that of the young sergeant from Yizhou who once said "You are so stupid".
"Gou Sheng, don't worry. I sent a lot of things to your mother. Li Dali has also married a wife in your hometown to serve your mother together. He also said that the first boy in the family will also be born in the future. My surname is Gou, and I am considered your son, so I cannot let your Gou family lose its incense."
"Originally I wanted to ask you what to name your son, but then I realized that you are also an uneducated person, so I left the matter to me. After thinking about it, how about I call him Chang'an? When he grows up, he can do it. Tell people that his father is standing at the gate of Chang'an, and the child will be safe and healthy in the future."
After speaking, Tang Ping placed the flowers he had prepared under the monument. The place was already filled with all kinds of flowers sent by the people of Chang'an, as well as some melon and fruit offerings.
"Okay, let's go into the city!"
After taking a long breath, Tang Ping led the people into Chang'an City.
Today's Chang'an City can be said to be ancient but with modern elements everywhere.
For example, under the exquisite attic with carved beams and painted pillars, there may be an advertising work by a famous calligrapher and painter from Chang'an.
Another example is the voice that solicits customers if you pass by it. You can’t buy it for twenty cents and you won’t be fooled.
There is also the milk tea shop on the roadside with a special "Welcome" accent.
Not only did these not appear abrupt, but they were perfectly integrated with the original Chang'an city by the people of Chang'an, making them appear natural and harmonious.
"There are so many people!" Wang Qingluan looked around and sighed.
"Pfft..." Tang Ping couldn't help but burst out laughing. Under Wang Qingluan's strange gaze, he could only wave his hand and said, "It's nothing, I just thought of a joke. Let's go shopping quickly. "
Wang Qingluan rolled her eyes at him, and then was attracted by the vendor next to him, so she walked over directly.
Today, the entire Zhuque Street is occupied by licensed vendors. Under the arrangement of the urban management, Zhuque Avenue is divided into four roads from left to right, two for entering the city and two for leaving the city.
There is a connecting intersection every 100 meters, and now Tang Ping and the others are walking slowly along the road into the city.
In Chang'an City today, not only traders from Chang'an are here, but also foreign traders who want to do business and are willing to pay taxes and abide by the law can set up stalls here.
Therefore, there are all kinds of strange things sold along the way, many of which even the well-informed Wang Qingluan has never seen before.
"Hey, what is this?" Crouching in front of a stall that few people visited, Wang Qingluan looked at the things in front of him curiously.
A small red ball with a lot of red fur growing on it, somewhat similar to some of the toys Tang Ping bought for Tang Tang.
"This is rambutan, a fruit from Nanyang. It's really hard for them to send it to Chang'an." Tang Ping said with some sigh as he looked at the fruit that the vendor put on the ice.
"This official actually knows this fruit?" The merchant who was selling things was a little depressed.
After all, I thought that there were many rich people in Chang'an, so I transported this kind of fruit to Chang'an. Since it is rare and expensive, I would definitely be able to sell it at a good price. I didn't expect that no one in Chang'an knew this thing, and no one dared to eat it. If he couldn't sell them, he was afraid that they would all rot on the ship, and the businessman was ready to go bankrupt.
Unexpectedly, there was someone who knew the stuff today. Although he didn't care that this thing was called rambutan, if he could tell that it came from Nanyang, it meant that the other person must know it.
"Well, how much does it cost per pound?"
Tang Ping has eaten this thing twice. He can't say he likes it, but he doesn't find it unpleasant.
"Two...two hundred coins per pound!" the businessman said through gritted teeth. This price must be sky-high in modern times, but in this era, it was refrigerated all the way from Nanyang, first sent to East Vietnam, and then shipped to Chang'an. .
Excluding those bad fruits and splitting the freight, this is really the cost price.
He tentatively set a price like this, but regretted it as soon as he said it.
Unexpectedly, Tang Ping agreed immediately. Although this thing is much cheaper than buying it in modern times, since we met today, Wang Qingluan, Xiao Qing, and Xiao Luo seemed very interested, so I just bought it. .
While the businessman asked his man to weigh himself, he bowed to Tang Ping to thank him and said auspicious words of New Year's greetings.
"Isn't it easy for you to transport this stuff to Chang'an?"
"It is indeed not easy, and I'm afraid it will be even harder in the future."
"Oh, is it because the weather is getting hotter?" Tang Ping asked doubtfully. After all, spring will gradually become warmer after the New Year, and the transportation of this kind of fruit will definitely be even more affected.
"The weather is fine, and we have also learned the method of using saltpeter to make ice in Pingguo of the Tang Dynasty. The main reason is that my brother who returned from sending things to Nanyang this time said that the Zhen family has planned to establish a country in Nanyang. The Zhen family has used methods to make money. I am afraid that in the future If these things go out of Nanyang, they will have to pay heavy taxes."
"Zhen family? Which Zhen family are you talking about?" asked Wang Qingluan, who was tasting a rambutan.
"How many Zhen families are there in East Vietnam?" This is in Chang'an. It is estimated that his clerk was hired from Chang'an, so the businessman said disdainfully: "Isn't it the Zhen family that stole the country?"
"They offended the Tang Dynasty. Although the life of Dongyue can still go on, the domestic taxes have become extremely high. I am afraid that the entire Dongyue has been raided by their Zhen family, and then this time my brother came back and said that they had Construction of imperial palaces began in Nanyang.”
Tang Ping and Wang Qingluan looked at each other, not expecting to get such unexpected news. After all, Tang Ping's spies could only spy on information in East Vietnam, and the fact that they secretly established a capital in Nanyang had not yet spread.
Tang Ping took Wang Qingluan's hand and said: "Don't worry, believe me, it's too late. And let alone Nanyang, even Antarctica, I will help you catch them."
(Today happens to be Double Eleven, but the current Double Eleven is really boring.)
