The heavens start from Maoshan

If you walk around like this a few times, who would dare to say that the two families are not close.

Chapter 51: A tree is hard to hold

After sending Ninth Uncle away.

A few days later, Qian Zhenzhen also came back from Lin Gui.

As soon as Zhenren Qian came back, Zhang Heng felt confident.

So he handed over the Taoist temple to Zhang Dandan, and then called Zhang Zhentian and a few others to give some instructions, and then he was ready to pack his bags and go to do three things.

First, complete the agreement with Chu Meiren and send her back to the provincial capital to see Master.

Second, go to Qingyun Watch in Tianjing's "Tianjin", and ask the Taoist temple if there is an elder named Yue Qi in the temple.

Third, on a trip to Changbai Mountain, he promised Third Auntie that he would personally send her ashes and leaves back to their roots.

As for the home.

Right now, the militia is expanding its recruitment and training in an attempt to form combat effectiveness.

Zhang Muzhi just cleaned up Huang Silang, and there are still a lot of messes to solve, while Ma Bangde has just taken office and hasn't figured it out in Cannes.

Not to mention the factory, the factory is still under construction, the site has just been selected, the foundation has not been laid, and it will be a long time before it goes into production.

He couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Taking advantage of the infrastructure and enriching the background, he didn't need his intervention, so he just went out for a walk.

Speaking of which, it has been a while since he came to the plane of the Republic of China. Except for Yangjiang and Goose City, he has not been to other places.

Right now, there are paper ghosts to protect, so the idle people can't help it, and the safety aspect is not a problem.

provincial capital...

Jingle Bell...

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

A group of progressive youths wearing tunic suits, riding bicycles and carrying female students swaggered through the city.

Seeing this group of people, passersby dodged one after another.

They can't afford to provoke this group of people. They broke a bicycle and sold them without enough compensation.

"Yangcheng!"

Jiedaokou.

A young Taoist man wearing a white moonlight robe, holding a bamboo stick and carrying a bamboo box muttered to himself, "What a great place!"

The provincial capital is very prosperous, far from being comparable to the county and township.

At a glance.

Several main streets are crowded, with rickshaws and light rail trams running side by side.

Look again.

There was a lot of hawking on both sides of the street, coachmen in short linen sleeves, young men and women in tunic suits, foreign businessmen in suits, local squires in long robes, and ladies and ladies in low-cut dresses.

The times seem to be condensed at this moment, interweaving with a completely different atmosphere.

"In addition to the nickname, the Southern Revolution/Mind/Party was reorganized into the Southern Nationals/Party, and Mr. personally took the role."

"Beyond the nickname, Operation Wind and Thunder was launched again. Students in Yanjing and Tianjing, the two schools went on strike, and workers went on strike to protest the endless civil war in Beiyang."

"In addition to the nickname, the Northeast King made another move and appointed his cronies Sun Lie as the Heilong governor, Bao Gui as the governor of Ji Province, and the power of the three provinces is under control."

Newsboy.

It is also very contemporary.

Not only did they sell newspapers, but they also sold cigarettes, matches, and some of them even got cigars and sunglasses.

"Is it here?"

Zhang Heng leaned on a bamboo pole and came to the north of the city, in front of a theater with "North Spring Garden" written on it.

It's just that the theater here has long since been dilapidated. If you look inside, there are a group of beggars lying in the courtyard.

buzzing...

The paper figure trembled, wanting to fly out of Zhang Heng's cuff.

"This is the provincial capital, don't act rashly."

Zhang Heng closed his cuffs and comforted: "I'll help you find out."

It was difficult for the paper figure to be quiet, and he kept slapping Zhang Heng's arm with his arm, as if urging him to hurry up.

Zhang Heng had no choice but to come to the courtyard with a bamboo stick, and asked the beggars who were basking in the sun in the courtyard, "Big brother, do you know where the North Spring Garden has moved?"

"Who is your brother?"

The beggar was biting the straw: "Don't come with me like this, you want to inquire about things, bring the money!"

Speaking of reaching out.

"You are tired, point me."

Zhang Heng took out a few copper coins from his pocket and put them in the hands of the beggar.

Seeing the money, the beggar's attitude changed immediately, and he said happily, "Moved away, it's been more than a year."

"Why did you move, and where did you move?"

"Well, it is said that the big boss of Tianjing. He fell in love with the theater and invited them to Tianjing. I don't know where it is in Tianjing."

After the beggar finished speaking, he lay down on the ground: "Do you have anything else to do? Don't delay my sleep."

Zhang Heng shook his head with a smile and left Beichun Garden.

clap clap...

When he got outside, the paper man started slapping his arms again.

Zhang Heng knew that it was in a hurry, but he didn't rush it for a while, so he comforted: "Don't worry, if the theater goes to Tianjing, I will go to Changbai Mountain and Qingyun Temple, just drop by and have a look. ."

After speaking, Zhang Heng paused slightly: "Now, let's ask a few more people. In case the beggars are fooling us and run to Tianjing, isn't that the opposite?"

Hearing this, the paper figurine fell silent.

Zhang Heng did not delay, he continued walking along the street of Beichunyuan, and stopped at the entrance of a roast meat shop on the corner.

chop chop chop...

Roast goose hangs at the door of the roast meat shop, and a strong man is busy on the chopping board.

"Brother, I want to ask you something."

When the hardcover man heard it, he asked back, "Do you want to buy roast meat?"

"purchase."

Zhang Heng smiled and took out a half-open.

"Okay, I'll cut the roast goose for you. Just ask what you want. I grew up in this area, and there's nothing I don't know about this area."

The hardcover man picked out a fat goose, cut it, and said without raising his head.

Zhang Heng asked the beggar question again to the strong man.

When the man in hardcover heard this, he smiled and said, "You're asking the right person when you ask me. Old man Wu, who used to be the gatekeeper of the theater, used to beat his teeth with me. Before he left, he even had a drink with me and said that he would move The area around Tianjing Nancheng, yes, that place is now the French Concession."

After asking two groups of people in a row, Zhang Heng had a bottom line.

Tianjing, Nancheng, French Concession.

"No hurry, no hurry, there is a train from Yangcheng to Tianjing, you can see your master in three days."

Zhang Heng tapped his cuff and went straight to the train station.

Pay, buy a ticket, get on the bus.

Bang, bang, bang...

During the period of the Republic of China, it was uncomfortable to sit on the train, so let's not talk about it slow, and the noise was loud.

Even if he bought a sleeper ticket, he didn't feel much better, let alone the smell of the car.

Fortunately, it was only a three-day drive, so it was over.

"Cigarettes, soda, box lunch..."

On the train, there were people hawking along the way.

Zhang Heng had eaten something and was not going to use it again, so he sat cross-legged in the carriage and started to meditate.

dong dong dong...

Not long after the departure, someone came to check the ticket.

After checking Zhang Heng's ticket, the ticket inspector walked away in a murmur: "A Taoist priest actually bought four tickets and covered the entire sleeper carriage, so he's quite rich!"

Zhang Heng ignored it.

Who would have thought that more than an hour later, the ticket inspector knocked on the door with two girls.

The two girls looked seventeen or eighteen years old, one in white, the other in yellow, and they were all dressed in school skirts.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the ticket inspector said, "Little Master, these two are progressive students who went to Tianjin to participate in sports. They didn't buy sleeper tickets. Do you think it's convenient?"

Zhang Heng frowned slightly.

The reason why he bought four tickets by himself was because he didn't want to be disturbed.

After all, he looks like a person, but there is actually a ghost, which might scare people.

"Master, we are willing to issue a ticket and promise not to disturb you."

The two girls dragged their luggage and hurriedly assured Zhang Heng.

The ticket inspector also helped: "Little master, the bunks in the other carriages are full, and only you have vacancies. Anyway, you can't sleep in four beds by yourself, so just give them two, they are two little girls. It's not easy to go out the door."

Zhang Heng did not speak.

Seeing his refusal, the girl Bai Yu said embarrassedly, "Master, I know I'm bothering you, but we don't want to. We only heard the news that the students in Tianjing were on strike in the morning, so we wanted to go there. To show solidarity, there was no preparation at all, so I was in a hurry."

The girl in yellow also said: "Don't underestimate us, our husband once said that in times of crisis, everyone's strength is very important. As long as everyone stands up bravely, more people can hear us. the sound of."

Zhang Heng was silent for a while, thinking of the identities of the two, and finally nodded: "I'm going to say something ugly, you must not touch my things, otherwise I won't be responsible for any problems." After speaking, he added: "Remember to advance in advance next time. Book tickets, otherwise you will embarrass yourself and others."

The two girls were ecstatic.

This trip to Tianjin for three days and two nights, standing ticket, is definitely a kind of torture.

If they stopped all the way and got off the train, they would probably lose their energy even if they wanted to.

"Daoist, you are also going to Tianjing, why don't you join us, more people and more power."

After settling in the car.

The girl in white and the girl in yellow looked at each other and couldn't help but bring the topic to Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng looked at the two of them.

I looked at the crowd seeing the train farewell outside the window.

After a little silence, he shook his head slightly: "The sky and the earth are going up and down, the fire is about to die, the building will collapse, and a tree will be difficult to support."

Chapter 52: Tianjing

"Master!"

The girl in yellow took Zhang Heng's hand: "A single person is a tree, a pair of trees is a forest, and three trees are a forest. It is because there are too many people like you that we have been unable to fight and have been humiliated."

Feel the softness of the touch of the arm.

Zhang Heng calmly pulled his hand back: "Just stand and talk, you don't need to move your feet."

"Master, you are too indifferent."

The woman in yellow wore a look of hatred: "You are the indifferent and numb Chinese people described by Mr. Lu. Seeing you, I understand the meaning of this trip even more. I am willing to use my blood to awaken your conscience. If... ..”

"If you talk nonsense again, I'll kick you out."