Ziyun Tower

Rice is expensive in Chang'an, so living there is not easy. But Wang Bo found that writing articles was not as good as opening a restaurant. Chongrenfang South Street, an old teahouse, an old plaque, and two chipped thick bowls. The pot of tea at the door is burned every morning, and anyone who passes by can drink a bowl. Some people come to eat, some come to hear news, and some come to leave messages. What this account records is not money, but what really runs in this city: Who sat at the same table with whom, who blocked a door for whom, and whose name was left in the ledger never appeared again. Ziyun Tower has been open for thirty years. The court changed three emperors, and people from Chang'an left one after another. Only this building is still there, and the pot of tea at the door is still hot. Because someone remembers it. Remember everyone who has been here and every unpaid debt.