Yang Ze was confident. He had guessed three of them, so naturally there would be no danger. He patted Fu Bingrong and said, "It doesn't matter, I will definitely do it!"

Picking up the pen on the table, Yang Ze pointed to a lantern not far away and said, "That, there is only a riddle with the word "good" written on the note!" He wrote an idiom on the paper, taking advantage of the unpredictable person, this is the answer.

The guy laughed and said, "Wait for a moment, the little one asked someone to send this in. Is it right? The little one can say nothing, but the adults inside can say nothing." He also picked up his pen and wrote a good word next to the answer to the riddle, and then gave the riddle to another guy and took it in.

Yang Ze pointed to a lantern a little further away and said, "I guess that one." This time he didn't need a guy to copy the riddle, so he wrote it himself. The riddle was "stolen" and the riddle he wrote was "Muzhe". Muzhe was a medicine name and just hit the gun. He couldn't do anything else, and he could guess the name of the medicine.

When the guy saw that he had finished writing, he said, "Let this be sent in now?"

Yang Ze said: "I'm not busy, I'll guess another one and send it in together." He looked at a lantern further away and picked up his pen to write it out.

This time he wrote another riddle, "I miss you at night". The answer is "Black beans". This is relatively simple, but no matter whether it is simple or not, as long as you can guess it, it must be considered one.

After all the work was finished, he handed it to the clerk and said with a smile: "How about it, I guess right? Send it in quickly, we are still waiting to go in and eat and drink!"

The guy took the answer to the riddle and trotted in. Yang Ze raised his head and looked upstairs. Seeing that there were many people standing on it, these people were also looking down at him. Yang Ze bowed to it and thought to himself, "It's very simple, it's just three riddles, what's hard to guess."

Mu Gen said at the back: "Master, you are so awesome. Even if you guess three points, I think others are not as good as you."

Tan Zhengwen shouted: "It's just like this in Chang'an. There are so many people and so many riddles, but I can guess three of them. It's really disappointing. Are we from Linzhou strong? My master is the strongest."

He spoke too loudly, and he openly put the word Chang'an in his mouth. This was like openly provoked. How could the proud Chang'an people accept such evaluation? As his words fell, there was a shout from the crowd immediately. They were all saying that they, the boys from other places, knew what they knew and dared to say more, and they would give them some color.

Not only were the people of Chang'an downstairs shouting so much, but even the gorgeously dressed people upstairs showed unpleasant expressions on their faces. Although they did not scold, the expressions were as ugly as they were. People in Chang'an recognized me as the best in the world. Seeing that everyone was a man of the lower ribble, they were suddenly ridiculed and didn't take action to fly the bricks and beat Yang Ze and the others, and they already knew civility and politeness.

In just a moment, the guy came out again, but this time his expression was not so enthusiastic. After coming out, he said to Yang Ze: "You have guessed these riddles right just now. The noble man in it said, you are very brave. It is not difficult to guess these riddles, and it is not great to guess three. But you dare to risk being stripped of your clothes and dare to guess riddles. It is really a bit stupid and bold!"

Yang Ze was not angry when he heard him say it rudely. He smiled and said, "Since it's easy to guess, we only guess tonight. What does that mean? Does it mean that so many people are stupid? This is so rude and will offend many people!"

The guy turned green. He was just a runner. He usually only smiled and greeted people. He didn't dare to offend customers. Offending customers was just a loser. He heard Yang Ze just say one thing. The people in Chang'an who were scolding him just now stopped and stopped scolding Yang Ze and the others. Instead, he glared at him, the guy hurriedly said, "Oh, how dare the villain say this? This is what the nobleman said."

Yang Ze ignored him, waved his hand to the back, and said, "Let's go, follow me in and have a lot of food and drink. We have not had a good meal yet when we come to Chang'an. We have to have a good time tonight!"

Fu Bingrong and the others cheered and happily followed him.

The guy quickly reached out to stop him and said, "Don't do it, let's wait, the nobleman inside said..."

"Why are there so much nonsense? What did those noble people say?" Tan Zhengwen said impatiently.

The guy laughed dryly and said, "The nobleman said, you came from other places, different from our Chang'an people, so after guessing three riddles, you have to guess another one. This one was just released by the nobleman inside. If you can't guess it, you can't go in!"

Yang Ze was stunned. What happened? What are you doing? What about outsiders? Are outsiders shorter than locals?

Mu Gen complained from behind: "Second Brother, you are all bad. Why did you laugh at me as a family member, Chang'an? What should I do now? We can't get in."

Tan Zhengwen didn't expect this to happen. The retribution came too quickly. He just wanted to speak quickly for a while, but he had to guess one more. Who can guarantee that Yang Ze would be able to guess this time!

Fu Bingrong whispered: "Master, the riddles they made this time must be difficult. This is a deliberate difficulty for us. The people in Chang'an bully people too much. Otherwise, the disciple would go back and recruit people and smash this restaurant. Let the people in Chang'an know the power of our Linzhou heroes!"

Yang Ze shook his head, just like a joke, a group of soldiers from Linzhou made trouble in Chang'an and could not be considered rebellious. Even if they were not considered rebellious, they could not escape the punishment, which would be impossible to be punished.

Yang Ze said: "What kind of riddle is it? Tell me what it is!"

The guy took out a piece of paper and said, "It's all written on it, and the villain is chanting it for the guest."

Tan Zhengwen said sarcastically: "Oh, you are a runner-up person, you can even recognize the words. Read them carefully, don't read them wrong!"

The guy looked at him and felt angry. What's wrong with the runners? We are from Chang'an, and the runners are also literate. In fact, he can usually recognize the name of a dish. He doesn't need to be a clerk in a restaurant, but if he can recognize the name of a dish, he is already better than many ordinary people. He has always been proud of it, but now he is laughed at by Tan Zhengwen and naturally gets angry.

The guy said, "This riddle is simple, it is for the children to guess. If anyone can't guess, he is a fool, and he is the second fool. Listen to it, the villain will read it now!"

After he recited the riddle, there was no sound at the entrance of the restaurant, and no one spoke anymore because the riddle was too difficult, so difficult that it had never been heard of it.

Riddles sound very simple, they are written in slang. No matter who knows or reads or has never been to school, they can understand it. It really looks like coaxing a child. But if a few simple sentences are combined together, no one knows what they are saying.

After reading the riddle, the guy looked at Yang Ze and smiled and said, "How is it, it's simple. This is written in vernacular and everyone can understand it. The nobleman inside said that as long as you can guess it, you can invite you upstairs and be their guest of honor. But if you can't guess it, you have to..."

Yang Ze's face sank and said, "If you want to take off our clothes, then you and the nobles inside have to consider it. We are not easy to mess with!"

The guy hurriedly said, "I don't mean to take off your clothes. The noble man inside said that as long as you stand in the street and each person shouts three times, I'm a second fool, that's fine, this matter is over!"

Fu Bingrong and Tan Zhengwen were furious. They both stepped forward at the same time, and each grabbed one of the clerks' arms. Fu Bingrong shouted: "Do you deserve a beating? I'll ask the nobleman inside to come out. Grandpa wants to fight him one-on-one!"

Tan Zhengwen shouted: "I will never give up on this matter if I dare to insult us like this!"

The people around him burst into laughter. They could never guess the riddle, but they could not guess it, but they could watch the jokes without pressure. Some even shouted: "You can't guess such a simple riddle. What is it if you are not a fool!"

Yang Ze snatched the paper with riddles written on it, read it quickly, hummed, and said, "If I guess this, I won't be able to do anything else, but I don't want to guess one, you just do it. It's so boring like this, but it's very boring!"

But someone next to him shouted, "What's the point of being boring, it's very interesting!"

"Yes, yes, it's so interesting!" Many people followed suit.

Suddenly, someone upstairs whispered: "As long as you guess this riddle, you will be the guest of honor for my master!" The man spoke sharply and his tone was extremely high.

Yang Ze looked up and saw that the person who was speaking was a white-faced and beardless young man. He was in his early twenties and his clothes were gorgeous. He stroked his chest with one hand and wore a ruby ​​ring on his fingers, which looked a bit like a big boom.

Fu Bingrong spat and said, "Who wants to be your guest of honor? What's the point!"

But Tan Zhengwen said, "Go up and eat them poorly!" However, judging from the young man's attitude, it seems that eating his master is not easy, at least you can eat only one meal and you will never be poor no matter what.

Yang Ze thought to himself: "The so-called noble people inside have hit the gun this time. I thought that a foreigner with a northern accent would definitely not be able to guess the east and west of the south. Unfortunately, others can't guess it, but I am very familiar with it."

This riddle is very simple, just like a nursery rhyme, "Golden cloth, silver bars, bent in the middle, and raised at both ends", which is a kind of food. In this era, transportation was underdeveloped, and it was extremely difficult to transport this kind of food to Chang'an. Even the queen herself could not eat it often. This kind of food is not only difficult to transport, but often rot when transported. And even a very small number can be transported to Chang'an, the price is extremely high, almost reaching sky-high prices. Even when the queen eats this kind of tribute, she thinks it is too luxurious!

This kind of food is not seen in the market in Chang'an. Only the royal people know it in Chang'an. Not to mention the people north of Chang'an, even fewer officials know it. But Yang Ze knew it. He had never eaten it in his life, but he had eaten it countless times in his previous life!
Chapter completed!