The Wenhao system helped me become a killer

Fu Jiacheng glanced at the chaotic scene over there indifferently, and looked at the silly little girl who was going out for the first time with amusement.

"No, you can't. Not everyone can come here." As a child of destiny, Young Master Fu, who has never suffered any hardship in his life, has a sense of upper and lower class in his bones.

Although Mr. Fu seemed to have a good attitude towards Shen Wenjiao, in fact, he just saw a cute child when he was bored, and he talked a few more words because they were able to chat. After getting off the train, Mr. Fu was living a wonderful life! Shen Wenjiao was a girl, just a little pretty, but I don't know how much impression she could leave in his heart.

Go ahead, Fu Jiacheng turned to the end of the railway travel guide that Shen Wenjiao had just read and handed it to her. He was not in the mood to introduce the little girl to the precautions on the train.

It turned out that what Shen Wenjiao had just not seen was a detailed list of things to note when riding the train, including that for the safety of the second-class and first-class carriages, the third-class carriages on the train would be separated from this side.

Also, the dining car here is only open to upper-class people in the second-class and first-class carriages. As for the lower-class people in the third-class carriages, they have to take care of their own meals and are not eligible to come here.

Of course, the high prices in the dining car on the train are not something that people in the third-class carriage can afford. No wonder Shen Wenjiao saw that the young master Fu Jiacheng was simply carrying a leather suitcase and some books to pass the time, and did not bring any food or drinks.

Shen Wenjiao closed the booklet with a bit of depression. She didn't expect that the attitude of people in this era was clearly displayed in the booklet. Although she had been served by Wang Ma and Feng Ma since she came here, due to her young age, Shen Wenjiao never felt this obvious class gap. In her heart, Wang Ma and the others were just maids hired by her mother because she was not convenient to take care of them. In addition, Grandma Shen's kind attitude towards Feng Ma and the others also gave Shen Wenjiao a great misunderstanding.

To be honest, class has never completely disappeared from ancient times to the present, even in the later era of relative equality. Shen Wenjiao is not a naive person who really thinks that everyone can be equal. At least in a relatively simple school, those with good grades have a higher status in the eyes of teachers than those with poor grades.

But Shen Wenjiao couldn't accept this attitude, as if the inferior, incompetent, poor people were from two different worlds. The servility of obeying the upper class was everywhere, and just by taking a train, people were clearly divided into different classes.

Even though Shen Wenjiao had a lot of thoughts in her mind, she didn't foolishly say them out loud and share them with Fu Jiacheng. As the vested interests under this system, whatever they said actually felt a bit ironic, like the cat crying over the rat.

Not long after, Gu Qingfeng came back with a tea tray, which contained a teapot, two cups, and even a plate of steaming white jade paste (actually, rice cake made of yam and glutinous rice).

When Gu Qingfeng came in, he saw his Seventh Miss looking out the window with a book in her hand in a foolish manner, and not seizing the opportunity to get closer to Mr. Fu. He sighed in his heart, "Oh! Seventh Miss is really something. She is too young and has no tact!"

"Third Young Master, Seventh Miss. The conditions on the train are simple, please make do with them." After saying that, he placed the things on the tray on the coffee table one by one to make it easier for the two to eat.

"Excuse me~" Fu Jiacheng nodded slightly, and that was it. His attitude represented his upbringing, but in fact, Gu Qingfeng, who was attentive and thoughtful, did not get much attention from him. To put it bluntly, there were waiters waiting outside the box, and they would serve him well with a little tip.

Gu Qingfeng really didn't take Shen Wenjiao, his own daughter, seriously. He served her strong tea. Shen Wenjiao was only seven years old, so it was clear that she was not suitable for him without much thought.

Shen Wenjiao didn't notice this detail and thought there was only strong tea on the train! At least there was water to drink and something to eat. Shen Wenjiao hadn't eaten anything for such a long time since she left the house. Now she sat steadily on the train waiting for departure, and she was a little hungry.

Shen Wenjiao poured herself a glass of water and took a sip. It tasted really bad. If she had known this, she would have drunk boiled water instead!

Shen Wenjiao's face was obviously wrinkled by the bitterness of the tea, which made Fu Jiacheng, who had just taken a sip of tea, almost spit it out.

"Haha, Xiao Jiaojiao is not used to drinking tea! This is the condition on the train. There are many better things in the teahouses in Peking! If there is a chance, Xiao Jiaojiao can go and see it for herself in the future."

Fu Jiacheng was not fooling Shen Wenjiao. At that time, teahouses were all over Beijing in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. They were very suitable places for people from all walks of life. There were Qing teahouses that were specially used for business negotiations, "Erhunpu" where people could drink tea and taste delicious food, and there were also book teahouses that told stories and performed folk art, and even teahouses that sang songs and concealed romantic feelings.

Some of the teahouses were converted into theaters, and most of the guests were women. This was quite suitable for a girl like Shen Wenjiao to experience.

"Is it interesting? If I just want to drink tea, it's fine. I don't have the hobby of tasting tea. This tea tastes only bitter to me! Alas, I am just a vulgar person and can't appreciate the various flavors of tea!"

Shen Wenjiao never understood what was so good about this bitter tea, just like she never understood why her father always liked to have a glass of wine in the evening.

As she was about to meet her biological father in this life, Master Shen, Shen Wenjiao could not help but think of her biological father who would wear a flowered apron and cook dinner for her before she traveled through time. Perhaps her father's social status, knowledge and cultivation were far inferior to Master Shen. (Shen Wenjiao's father was an ordinary person who happened to be born in the 1980s when universities expanded their enrollment. It doesn't take much comparison to know that he was not as good as Master Shen who was able to study abroad in the Republic of China when the literacy rate was low!)

But based on how good her father was to her, Shen Wenjiao clenched her fists and encouraged herself. She must live well until she was eighty or ninety, and then secretly give her parents some good things. Hehe, maybe she will even be lucky enough to see her own birth!

It was with this Ah Q spirit that Shen Wenjiao got out of the confusion of leaving her family after traveling through time.

"Haha, you are indeed a little girl. However, if you can't get used to drinking tea and find it bitter, you can try the coffee from outside. It is very sweet and suitable for little girls." Fu Jiacheng was obviously a mischievous person. He even deceived Shen Wenjiao, a seven-year-old child. He took advantage of the fact that the other party didn't know what coffee was and tricked her into trying it!

"No, I'd rather drink boiled water!" Shen Wenjiao rolled her eyes silently in her heart. You bad guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, you really think she is a girl who knows nothing? Pure black coffee is much more bitter than tea.

It's sweet and suitable for children!