Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 118: Time Barrier
On the street, workers are laying tracks. Judging from the situation, the tram will be ready in about ten days and a half.

After watching for a while, Meng Fan approached the stall owner, pretended to take out his wallet, took out a coin from it, and asked: "Boss, do you accept pounds here?"

A bowl of wanton noodles costs three cents.

Pay in pounds sterling…

The stall owner was stunned for a moment, looked at the image of Queen Elizabeth on the back of the coin, and said with a wry smile:

"Sir, are you kidding me? I'm eating a bowl of wontons with foreign money. We're doing a small business and there's no way we can make money."

In this era, Queen Elizabeth has not yet been born. If the pound were real, it should be stamped on her grandfather, George V.

That is to say, the Chinese people are willing to open their eyes to see the world, but they do not have the opportunity and ability to contact it. Otherwise, they will see through this clumsy deception at a glance.

"Well, I just came back from abroad and I haven't exchanged the silver coins yet." Meng Fan said a white lie casually, "Well, I see there is a pawn shop nearby. I will give you the money after I exchange this gold nugget. "

A thumb-sized piece of gold was fished out of the inner jacket pocket to verify authenticity.

As the saying goes, wealth is not exposed.

This little bit of gold is either too much or too little.

Meng Fan has many talents at his disposal, so he is not afraid of unpredictable people targeting him.

"See what you said, sir, just go ahead."

The middle-aged stall owner lowered his voice and said: "There is something fishy about that pawn shop on the street. The scale is wrong. If you believe me, just go to the corner. There is a cloth shop that also runs the pawn shop business..."

If it weren't for the fact that he looked upright, spoke fluent and authentic Mandarin, and really didn't look like a freeloader, the stall owner wouldn't have been able to trust him to leave alone.

After all, small business is profitable, and the current situation is chaotic, and ordinary people's lives are not easy at all.

After thanking the stall owner, Meng Fan dragged his suitcase, skipped the "regular" pawn shop, and headed towards the alley.

Where is the value of something like gold? Banks will also update the exchange ratio every day. It is difficult for the store to do anything deliberately. At most, they put their crooked thoughts on the scale.

And Meng Fan's perception is just a display?
If anyone dares to trick him, there will be a lot of blood in the custody!

However, the bank recommended by the stall owner is indeed fair. It directly states today's exchange ratio and does not charge a commission. They will charge whatever price the bank charges.

Gold in troubled times.

The truth is absolutely true.

Soon, Meng Fan walked out of the alley carrying a bag of money, which mainly contained Long Yang from the previous dynasty, supplemented by various copper coins.

After all, the previous dynasty had just been overthrown, and Yuan Datou, who is relatively familiar to later generations, will not issue the first generation until next year. However, the provincial mints are limited by technology and funds, so they can only modify the original template and issue copper coins——

The dragon pattern was changed to a Jiahe pattern composed of an ear of rice, and two crossed flags were engraved on it, with relevant words printed on it, with denominations ranging from five, ten, twenty, one hundred, and two hundred.

In addition, there are silver coins circulating on a small scale.

Anyway, the currency values ​​are extremely complicated and the silver content is also different. Meng Fan found it troublesome, so he simply asked for the Qianqing Longyang with the best quality, reaching [-].

It is true that the centipede is dead but not stiff.

Although the Qing Dynasty was dead, it still had an impressive influence. No wonder Master would risk his life to escort the zombies of the border royal family for them.

Meng Fan sighed with emotion as he walked up to the stall owner and took out a copper coin with the words [五文] engraved on it. Before he could put down his bold words, he signaled the stall owner to stop looking for him. He spoke helplessly:
"Sir, you just came back, so you may not know something. This... If you give new money, you will get [-] cents, and the government stipulates that one cent is worth ten cents." "If you don't believe me, you can ask anyone you want."

Ten copper dollars = one penny.

One Longyang can be exchanged for 120 ten copper coins. To eat a bowl of fresh wonton noodles on the street, you need three ten copper coins. When converted into understandable purchasing power, that is...

Meng Fan was too lazy to think about it.

At the beginning of the time travel, I ate a bowl of wonton noodles and paid a considerable amount of money. As a result, I was given a huge headache by the complicated and annoying currency values.

"Well, I haven't been back to my country for a long time, and I'm not familiar with the place. I'm going to take the train north to Xiangxi. Could you please accompany me to the station and help me get there and back?"

With that said, Meng Fan took out another shiny Long Yang and said, "After the matter is settled, three silver coins will be the deposit."

"..."

Qu Shuangxi had never seen such a generous person before. He was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly: "Are you planning to take the train north? This journey will not be peaceful.

Some time ago, a wealthy businessman surnamed Ma, who had great hands and eyes, obtained five letters of appointment, hired a team of people to escort him, and went to Echeng to take up his post. However, he was robbed by bandits no more than three hundred miles out of the city. "

Goose City...

Mabond?Master Tang!
It's a weird hodgepodge of a world.

Just as he was feeling emotional, Qu Shuangxi, the stall owner, told a helpless fact: "Not to mention whether there is a railway in Xiangxi, the railway outside Yangcheng alone has been broken for an unknown number of sections, or it will be dug up by thieves and sold for money. Or be stolen by the gangsters to make a machete..."

"Where is the horse market?"

This trip is thousands of miles long, even if you don't count the magic power, it will take a long time to use the earth escape technique.

If you run out of mana and energy and encounter an accident, there is no place to cry.

Anyway, there are still several months until the agreed time, so I might as well practice my riding skills, maybe I can use them in the future.

Moreover, after learning Taoism, his physical fitness and learning ability have improved by leaps and bounds. Meng Fan is confident that he will soon be able to completely master this relatively primitive driving skill.

"You have found the right person. Before the previous dynasty was destroyed, I inherited my father's legacy and fed the horses at the inn.

I dare not say that I can pick a thousand-mile horse at a glance, but it is not far behind. Every two hundred miles, you can find a place on the road to repair the hooves of the horse. It is not a problem to go to the northeast, let alone Xiangxi. "

After saying that, the stall owner put away the bowls, chopsticks and table, called a laborer at the street corner, probably someone he knew a lot, and said he would send the things home. The man didn't want any money, he just carried the things and collected them The little girl left.

Old houses, sometimes long and sometimes wide streets, scattered telephone poles, and small Western-style buildings.

Along the way, Meng Fan truly felt that time had returned. Guangzhou in this era and Hong Kong Island in the 80s had two completely different styles.

Simultaneously.

Listening to Lao Qu next to him, he lamented about the short life of his family and the turbulent current situation. The veil between him and the times gradually disappeared, and he sighed together.

Catch ghosts and cure evil spirits honestly, and protect the peace of a place, which is also a matter of immeasurable merit.

Not long after, Qu Shuangxi was at the horse market and selected a good horse for Meng Fan. In the words of his predecessors, this guy paraphrased:

The bones are big and the muscles are thick, and the nose is big and easy to breathe.

There’s no lack of spirit of coming and going!
(End of this chapter)