I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

You Xia'er nodded briskly: "That's right."

"Mr. Zhengyang is a genius. If Mr. Zhengyang hadn't brought this thing out, I wouldn't believe there would be a cart that doesn't use a horse."

Master Xuanzang was full of doubts: "But why doesn't it use a horse?"

You Xia raised his hand and rubbed his chin, hesitantly said: "It's because of the steam engine, the train uses steam power."

"Steam chicken?" Master Xuanzang asked in surprise, "What kind of chicken is this?"

You Xia shook his head with an innocent face: "I don't know about that."

"Although Dao Niangzi forces us to read, it is only limited to the level of literacy. The magazine is too profound. I know every word on it, but I don't know all the words when they are strung together to form sentences."

"If the mage is interested, then go buy a few magazines and read them."

Magazine?

Knife lady?

Another two unfamiliar words. When he left Chang'an City, he had never heard of these things.

After asking this question, the doubts in my heart became more and more, and seeing that the ranger couldn't answer anything dry, Master Xuanzang simply shut up and patiently waited for the train to come.

On the train.

You Xiaer paid for the two of them to occupy a sleeper in a double room, which was another novel experience for Master Xuanzang.

Isn't it new to sleep in the car?
However...Master Xuanzang did not feel the soft bedding, but after putting down his luggage, he rushed to other places on the train.

You Xia'er was stunned, quickly stood up, and followed closely behind him.

I saw this mage walking all the way, poking his head, as if he was looking for something, he walked through three carriages, and the ranger's curiosity reached the threshold.

He asked, "Master Xuanzang, what are you looking for?"

Master Xuanzang withdrew his head from under the seat, patted the ashes that fell on his bald head, and replied confidently: "The poor monk is looking for chickens."

chicken?
This word made You Xia'er's eyes look weird—I thought he was a perseverant ascetic monk, but he couldn't wait for the train right after he got on the train?
"Master, this is a serious train, without those things." You Xia'er put on a straight face and coughed lightly. He was still a little guilty when he said this, "If you really want to, I will introduce you to it when I return to Chang'an." Several, this Pingkangfang has to buy wine from Zhengyang Gong’s restaurant, I can still sell some face..."

Master Xuanzang is not familiar with other places, but he is familiar with Pingkangfang!

Oh... I can't say I'm familiar with it. He is a serious monk and knows what kind of romantic place it is.

He sang the Buddha's name and shook his head quickly: "The poor monk is not talking about those depraved people, but the kind of decent chicken." After speaking, he paused, "clucking" a few times from his throat, and learned a few words. The rooster crows.

You Xia'er blushed, knowing that he had been suffocating on the boat for several months, and his mind was a little confused. He waved his hand and said in a hurried tone: "Master, you don't eat meat, why are you looking for chicken?"

Master Xuanzang is serious: "The poor monk is looking for the steam chicken that the benefactor said."

"The poor monk has lived in the Tang Dynasty for so many years and traveled to the Western Regions. He has never seen such a miraculous chicken that can drive such a huge monster..."

You Xia was stunned, and it took him a long time to react. He quickly grabbed Master Xuanzang who continued to look for the "steam chicken", dumbfounding: "Master, this steam chicken is not a chicken."

"It's a machine, a wooden machine, and a few machine."

Master Xuanzang licked his lips, with a rare look of embarrassment on his face, and he sang: "It was the poor monk who offended. I don't know if the benefactor knows where the steam engine is. Can the poor monk see it."

You Xia shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work."

"No one is allowed to go except the staff on the train."

Master Xuanzang nodded, slightly disappointed.

Not being able to see this miraculous thing with my own eyes has to be said to be a great regret in life.

You Xia'er was also afraid that Master Xuanzang would do something ridiculous again, so he dragged him back to the room, and talked to him about the things in Chang'an City.

Big and small, about my own Zhengyang Gong.

One after another.

Master Xuanzang's eyes were straightened when he heard it, and he only hated himself for not having time to study ink and record these things.

You Xia'er spoke so dryly that he had to slow down.

Venerable Master Xuanzang sighed and said, "Duke Zhengyang is so talented, the poor monk had never heard of it when he was in Chang'an, but the poor monk was ignorant."

"When I go to Chang'an today, I must pay a good visit to his old man."

old man?
This is... the second time I've heard this kind of statement.

You Xia couldn't bear it anymore, and corrected Master Xuanzang's mistake: "Master, Zhengyang Gong is in his early twenties, and he is very young, even younger than me. How can we use the word old man."

The expression on Master Xuanzang's face was a bit broken, and even his words could not maintain the elegance: "How much?"

"He's only in his 20s?"

You Xia nodded, very proudly: "That's right, the mage probably didn't expect that."

"It's no wonder that the master has never heard of Zhengyang Gong. I heard that you left Chang'an in the second year of Zhenguan? At that time, Zhengyang Gong had not even made a fortune."

Master Xuanzang was puzzled: "He is only in his 20s, so you call him Duke Zhengyang?"

He now has some doubts, this is the so-called Lord Zhengyang... is he boasting.

"It's recognized by Quan Chang'an." You Xia'er seemed to read the worry in Master Xuanzang's heart, smiled slightly, and said, "Those who wear red robes all call Da Lang Duke Zhengyang."

Zhu Pao?

Is that an official of rank five or above?
Master Xuanzang exhaled, nodded, and stopped talking, just turned his head and stared blankly at the scenery flashing past outside the glass.

This means of transportation is much faster than horse-drawn carriages and steamships.

But it still didn't surpass his curiosity, and now he has already rushed to Chang'an City one step ahead of him.

Dawn the next day.

The train slowly stops at Chang'an City Station.

Master Xuanzang and You Xia packed their luggage and got out of the car. They rented an ox cart for five Wen at the station, and drove them to Huaizhen Square in the inner city.

He stopped in front of the square gate.

Master Xuanzang looked at the ox cart master and asked, "Can we go a little further and stop in front of Tongfu Restaurant?"

He was slightly dissatisfied.

When You Xia'er paid the money and got on the bus, he made it clear that he was going to Tongfu Restaurant in Huaizhenfang, but now he just arrived at the gate of Huaizhenfang, why did he stop and ask them to go for a while?

The ox cart master glanced at Master Xuanzang in surprise, but ignored him. He just took the banknotes handed over by You Xiaer and helped them unload their luggage by the way.

After dealing with all this, You Xia'er patted Master Xuanzang on the shoulder: "You haven't returned to Chang'an for a long time, you don't know, this is the rule of Huaizhen Square."

"Except for Mr. Zhengyang, no one can park his carriage or ox cart in front of Tongfu Restaurant."

"Even the Duke is no exception."