Reborn and become a Great Scientist

Chapter 21 Chapter 21

Crossing the Yangtze River on a small steamer, the passengers who took the train northward came to Pu Station, which is across the river from Xiaguan Station.

Chen Muwu didn't feel anything special when he passed the Changjing Yangtze River Bridge by train a few times in his previous life, but it was just one of countless bridges, large and small, on the railway line. What's the fuss?

But now, he and other passengers are sitting on the "Chengping" steamer that crosses the Yangtze River. Looking at the surging river outside the window, Chen Muwu suddenly understands the great man's saying "a bridge flies from north to south, and the sky becomes a thoroughfare." There is so much sadness and helplessness behind it.

Although the word refers to Chu Han, he is now in Tu Jing, but it is the same river that he has to cross.

Some people say that Zhan Tianyou, the father of the railway, successfully built my country's first cross-river railway bridge "Luanhe Iron Bridge" 30 years ago, but after all, the river in the south is different from the river in the north, and the Yangtze River is my country's first bridge. The river has a wide surface, a large flow rate, and a fast flow rate. There is no dry season yet. The Republic of China, which is now a waste of money, has no technology or funds to support the construction of a bridge over the Yangtze River.

So now the existing railway lines in the south are basically all built to the edge of the big river, even if they have been built to the end.

After the passengers cross the river to the other side, they can take a train on another railway line starting from the station on the other side to go to other places.

In addition to Puhe Shimonoseki, there are Dazhimen Station in Han Dynasty, Zhakou Station in Hangsa, Baiguan Station in Qiyu, Chen Muwu’s hometown, and Xujiapeng Station, which will be prosperous in the future, and so on.

Except for the Qiantang River Bridge which was blown up just after its completion, the history of passengers crossing the river by ferry at the above-mentioned stations continued until after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

In less than 10 minutes, the small steamer reached the north bank of the Yangtze River.

Carrying luggage and entering the station at Pu Station, Chen Muwu saw a beautiful train parked next to the platform at a glance.

This is a high-end cargo that Wu Yulin, director of the Jinpu Railway Bureau, ordered from the United States last year. It is specially used for the first and second special express trains to and from Tianjing and Pukou.

The carriages are all made of pure steel, painted with blue paint on the outside, commonly known as "blue steel skin", they are the most advanced train carriages in the Far East and even Asia, they are much stronger and more durable than those wooden carriages, so the price is also lower A rising tide lifts all boats, and those who can afford to sit are rich and powerful.

Chen Muwu, who sat in the first-class car again, didn't know that he would have a bad relationship with this train in the future.

His mind is now completely outside the window, wanting to see how high the platform mentioned in Mr. Zhu Ziqing's "Back View" is, and whether there are any hawkers selling oranges outside the fence.

At [-]:[-], the sky was getting dark, and the train left Pukou Station in the evening.

Chen Muwu took out a piece of ocean, asked the waiter to go to the dining car and ordered a few random foods, and after a careless bite, he lay down on his bunk early.

Although it was the top first-class sleeping car in the country, Chen Muwu almost suffered from insomnia the night he spent on the train.

Those who have tasted the sweetness can no longer bear the bitterness. In the eyes of people in today's era, perhaps the train is still a high-end, foreign-style, convenient and fast novelty.

But in Chen Muwu's view, this kind of slow and bumpy train, if placed in the [-]th floor of Avici Hell, could be the lowest level of torture.

Never take this broken train again on the return journey, change to China Merchants' ship, and go home by sea instead!

With resentment, he finally stared in a daze for two hours, and when he opened his eyes, it was bright daylight, and the train had already passed Jixuan Mansion.

Roughly washed his face with the water from the teahouse——This journey made Chen Muwu see the power of money, as long as he is willing to spend money, someone can serve you like a master anywhere——When passing by Desan, he was on the platform again He bought a braised chicken wrapped in greased paper on the road, and he held the chicken thigh in one hand while flipping through the magazines he brought with him in the car with the other.

"Saturday" and "Red Magazine" are two magazines with a wide sales volume in China. The main readers range from the petty bourgeoisie to cultural celebrities.

The novels published in it basically belong to the school of mandarin ducks and butterflies: romance, society, shady prostitutes, family martial arts, monsters, military affairs, detectives, funny history, palace...themes are extensive and all-encompassing.

From the first issue of "Red Magazine" that Chen Muwu was holding in his hand, he saw a masterpiece that he had heard about for a long time but had never read before. .

This novel was regarded as a classic by countless martial arts masters in later generations, and it is said that it was also very popular among the people during the Republic of China. The movie "Burning the Red Lotus Temple" adapted from it was shot in [-] films in three years. The theater where the movie was shown was packed.

After Chen Muwu read it a few times, he commented on this novel as a good way to pass the time, and it really made him temporarily forget the discomfort and bumps of sitting on the train.

But it is not enough in terms of attractiveness, because after watching the latest serialization, Chen Muwu didn't have the kind of scratching feeling that he couldn't wait to see the next storyline immediately.

Probably because I read a lot of Jin Gu Liang Wen before, but now I read the pioneering work of Ping Jiang Bu Xiao Sheng, the martial arts ancestor, and I feel a little like "I don't see Yue when I return from Huangshan".

It is said that in order to prevent Xiang Kairan from losing his motivation to write, Shen Zhifang, the general manager of World Book Company, offered him a high price of [-] characters and [-] oceans at the end of the serialization of "Legend of Heroes of Jianghu".

But at the end of the writing period, Pingjiang's unscrupulous life still disappeared, Shen Zhifang had no choice but to invite Zhao Tiaokuang to write for him, and finally finished the novel.

When people found Xiang Kairan who had been missing for a long time, they found that he had indeed given up a certain part of his body.

But instead of cutting off the younger brother and entering the palace as a eunuch, he shaved off his hair and became a Buddhist layman.

Chen Muwu was not interested in the latter paragraph, but he seemed to have found a way to make money from the high remuneration.

It was already late at night when the white-smoke locomotive pulled into Zhengyangmen East Station in Beijing. The last second, Chen Muwu, who was still worrying about where he should go alone in the dead of night, saw the bustle of people outside the railway station the next second. Situation: relatives and friends who came to pick up the station, waiting for foreign carts and donkey carts to solicit customers - because eunuchs in the Qing Dynasty liked to ride in horse-drawn carriages, after the fall of the Qing Dynasty, people tabooed to take the same means of transportation as eunuchs, and horse-drawn carriages gradually withdrew from the common means of transportation There are also vendors carrying poles and pushing carts, selling all kinds of snacks and supper.

"Rice porridge! Japonica rice porridge! Freshly cooked japonica rice porridge! One bowl for two!"

"Fried glutinous rice balls, fried burnt rings, fragrant and crispy marijuana flowers!"

“Sesame sesame seed cakes!”

“Chicken Soup Wontons!”

“Lamb noodles!”

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Listening to the melodious shouts sung in a Beijing accent, Chen Muwu saw with his own eyes the atmosphere of the world that he had only heard in Hou Baolin's cross talk before.

The Western Clock Tower stands in the west of the railway station, and the hour hand on the dial has already pointed to the position of nearly eleven o'clock. Chen Muwu felt that he must not bother his brother's friend tonight, so he had to find a house around the station that looked clean and safe. Hotel, live in.

(End of this chapter)