Go back to the past and be a schoolboy

Chapter 1 Returning to China
In the sixth year of the Republic of China, Dingsi Year of the Lunar Calendar, 1917 AD.

Inside Beiping City, outside Zhengyang Gate.

Just when the east is about to dawn, the plain snow is covered, the sky and the earth are all the same, and there are only a few people.

"Ahhh~"

As soon as he came out of Qianmen Railway Station, Cheng Nuo's teeth were shaking from the cold, and he couldn't stop sneezing.

Find a leeward corner, put your hands together, take a breath into your palms and then rub them repeatedly. After a few back and forth, you feel that your fingers are not so stiff.

Cheng Nuo hurriedly rearranged his luggage by the streetlight, took out a document from it, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the things were still there.

"It's a good thing I didn't lose it, otherwise it would be too unrealistic to go to the other side of the Pacific Ocean to get a replacement."

A thin piece of paper is of great importance, and it is the testimony of his years of hard work studying abroad.

This is the certificate of graduation from studying abroad handled by the Beiyang Government Tour and Academic Affairs Office. Take it to register with the Ministry of Education, and theoretically you can get a good public job from there.

For this era when the official standard is deeply rooted, it is the dream of too many people to be able to serve the iron rice bowl and eat public meals, and the social status is even higher than others.

Of course, it would be more perfect if the Beiyang government would write less bad checks and not default on wages.

In addition to introducing Cheng Nuo's basic personal information, the graduation certificate for studying abroad also introduced his academic background in detail:

Degree: Mathematics AB
University: Harvard University

Mathematics is Mathematics. The full text means that Cheng Nuo received a Bachelor of Arts in Mathematics from Harvard University in 1916.

Different from the traditional Bachelor of Science (BS) in Mathematics in later generations, except for the name difference, the Bachelor of Arts (AB) in Mathematics has a wider range of study, more theoretical courses, and more flexible course selection. It is not limited to the content of this major. It is also more convenient to move.

In essence, it is not a distinction between liberal arts majors and science majors.

In his previous life, Cheng Nuo had just graduated from university, and his income during the internship period was not high, and he didn't want to ask for money from home, and he just needed a computer, so he had to try his luck from a card dealer and found a cheap mining card.

Unexpectedly, the eight-pack abs of the exercised graphics card was too domineering, and he couldn't subdue it. It exploded after just two weeks, and he was sent away with the chassis leakage + short circuit.

Open your eyes again and it will be the end of the Qing Dynasty, and your identity is still an orphan fleeing for refuge, who almost died of starvation at the root of the imperial city.

Fortunately, they caught up with the third batch of the Qing government's academic affairs office to study abroad in the United States. With the mentality of failing or succeeding, they found clean clothes and went directly to apply.

Unexpectedly, the difficulty of the exam is quite high, and many people passed the two exams, the initial exam and the re-examination.

English and Chinese studies in the first test.

For Cheng Nuo, who had a high score of level [-], it was natural to reduce dimensionality and hit most Chinese people in this era.

But when it was the turn of Guoxue, it became the Chinese people of this era to reduce the dimensionality and attack him, and it was a headache for the readers.

However, this brain is much brighter than the previous life, and he can remember all the experiences in the previous life, not to mention the traditional Chinese characters.

There was no danger, the total score crossed the line and entered the retest.

After that, it was relatively easier. I was good at mathematics, physics, chemistry and foreign history, and finally passed the re-examination successfully. In July of the same year, I went to the United States directly to study with more than 7 friends.

Later, through personal efforts and the enlightened photographic memory, he was successfully admitted to Harvard University on the west coast of the Atlantic Ocean with excellent grades in the preparatory course.

But the fellows are all bigwigs, and there are many who have been admitted to prestigious Ivy League schools such as Princeton, Pennsylvania, and Columbia. There are more than a dozen of them who went to Harvard to report together.

Compared with a real master, even driving and hanging is very stressful.

"They are all people who can read history textbooks, and they will suffer a lot if they are underestimated."

Shaking his head, Cheng Nuo put away his wandering thoughts, put the documents back into the suitcase, packed them up, and prepared to set off.

The most important thing right now is how to report to the Ministry of Education. He was sent by the Qing government to study, and in a sense he was considered an old official.

Although the "new official" of the Beiyang government issued him a graduation certificate for studying abroad, he would feel uneasy if he failed to register successfully.

After all, with an official identity, it is much more convenient to pull the tiger's skin and flag.

There were several batches of baggers who came to invite customers, but they were all dismissed by him.

In addition to being anxious, Cheng Nuo also couldn't trust these old men. On the train, he heard the locals say that they should never ask these guys to carry bags when getting off the train.

It is said that it can help people to hire vehicles and transport luggage, but when they encounter foreigners, they will be slaughtered directly.

Right now everything is not settled down, one more thing is worse than one less thing, it's better to stay away from this place first.

After walking a few steps, I saw vendors in twos and threes on the side of the road starting to prepare for the morning market.

Cheng Nuo, who wanted to keep going, smelled the aroma and his stomach refused. He sang the empty city plan, and was really hungry.

"Well, people are like iron, rice is steel, and if you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry. I went so early and guessed that the group of uncles from the Ministry of Education hadn't gone to work yet, and they were just waiting for the place, so I'd better fill up my stomach first. "

As he spoke, he tossed the scarf back and rushed to the morning market.

In the old days, the people in Beiping lived in poverty, and the coal and firewood for the stove were relatively expensive. In order to save money, many local people chose to get up early instead of lighting a fire.

It’s okay for young and middle-aged people not to eat, but children and the elderly must not be able to bear it, so many vendors selling breakfast came into being in the streets and alleys.

Therefore, in future generations, there are still many old Peking and Jinmen people who do not have the habit of eating breakfast at home.

Arriving at the morning market next to the Qianmen Railway Station, Cheng Nuo looked around and saw that there were quite a lot of dishes, there were a lot of them that could be named and those that couldn't be named. Suddenly, he had a difficulty in choosing, and he didn't know what to eat. .

The sharp-eyed peddler here saw the customer coming, and kept working, and shouted louder:

"Fried sesame seed cakes, the oil is fragrant and the noodles are white, throw it into the pan and float!"

"Freshly baked biscuits! Hot biscuits with sesame seeds!"

"Porridge, bean juice porridge!"

After thinking about it, the number of times I have come to Beiping City in the past and present is not infrequent, but I have never tasted local dishes seriously. This time I must eat something special when I catch up.

No longer hesitating, I ordered a bowl of hot bean juice set meal, served with coke rings, sesame seed cakes, and two dishes of pickles at the end.

Hey, guess what, that's an authentic, that's a beauty.

After taking a sip of soybean juice, I almost vomited, and I even ate two big sesame seed cakes to suppress the sour smell.

In the end, he choked and rolled his eyes, and really didn't want to drink soy juice anymore, so he ordered a bowl of japonica rice porridge again, and it was considered smooth.

What a cap!

The peddler jokingly said: "Sir, you won't be able to drink our authentic ones anymore after leaving Beiping City."

"Why, is there anything else important?"

"Isn't it? People from other places use soybeans, but our old Beijing uses mung beans. There are many of them that taste bad."

Cheng Nuo didn't want to continue this topic. He was afraid that the taste of the bean juice would come back again. If his stomach hurts, don't spit out all the food you just ate. Take a couple of sips to finish the porridge, and stop quickly: "Master, I still have something urgent , I won’t chat with you anymore, how much is the total?”

The peddler obviously had some unfinished business, so he smacked his mouth and said, "No more, no less, just a dime."

"Hey, is it only a dime for so much?"

If I remember correctly, the coke rings and sesame seed cakes cost less than half a catty, plus two bowls of porridge must cost more than a dime.

The peddler smiled and said, "The money for the bean juice is not counted."

"Why doesn't it count?" Cheng Nuo was puzzled.

"I'm sure I'm not satisfied after just one sip. We are repeat customers, so we definitely can't ask you for this money. Do you think that's the reason?"

Cheng Nuo didn't expect this peddler to be so good, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

No wonder he was the first one to eat. After a while, the other seats were full of people, and there was a queue outside.

This man is real enough, he deserves a good business.

Cheng Nuo took advantage of the busy time of the hawker, put an extra dime in the bowl, and left in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, the peddler said to the back: "Sir, if you come again, I will definitely make you delicious soybean juice!"

Cheng Nuo was so frightened that he staggered and almost fell down: "Next time, definitely, next time."

After speaking, he hurried to the direction of the Ministry of Education.

　The names of places and people involved in this book all use aliases or homonyms, thank you for your understanding~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)