Zhu Tian: The Fiery Years Begin with Taking Qin Huairu as a Concubine

Chapter 24 Journey

It’s so troublesome!
Country people love face and they care about their reputation!

They won't talk about those yellow and white things, and they won't directly tell me how much they want to sell it for. They won't do it for less than that.

Too embarrassed to talk about money.

So everyone was fiddling with their sleeves, talking with their fingers, and acting mysteriously.

This is how the middle-class people make a living...

Their fingers are more flexible because they have been specially trained.

Their sleeves are special, longer and thicker than others.

If you want to find a middleman to help you at the market, look for one with long and thick sleeves.

When the country people gain wisdom, they also start to talk about yellow and white things.

And when the price is clearly stated...

The man in the thick sleeves disappeared.

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The horse-drawn cart was used to carry goods. The cart of firewood sticks was for delivery to customers, and pulling Zhang Kaiwu was just his extra money.

The driver boasted about what he had seen and heard in Beijing, especially the Eight Great Hutongs...

The carriage moved very slowly, and it took almost two hours to reach the outside of the city wall of Peking.

There were blockades everywhere outside the city of Peking, checking the pedestrians and vehicles passing by.

When they see someone suspicious or rich, they pull him down for questioning, but in reality they are just trying to get some benefits.

A few soldiers with the Blue Sky and White Sun emblem stopped their truck for inspection, actually just to collect some tolls.

There is a whole cart of wooden sticks, and you can check the wool clearly at a glance.

The driver who pulled the horse-drawn cart was also an old acquaintance in the underworld and knew the rules very well.

He smiled and gave them a few copper coins, then he entered the city easily without having to carry the firewood sticks down for inspection.

The driver even said, "Young man, if you go to the city by yourself, you'll have to spend at least two copper coins."

Hahahaha!

Then you still made eight copper coins!

People are not enough to swallow elephants.

Besides, he saw clearly that pedestrians were not charged.

Zhang Kaiwu said with a smile: "I am so grateful to you today. I will ride in your carriage when I go to Beiping next time..."

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These cart drivers and roadside tea sellers like to take advantage of every opportunity these days.

If he has no money, he will think of asking for more. If you really meet a traveler who shows off his wealth, they may secretly give you a stick of firewood.

Or it wouldn't be uncommon for him to pull out a pistol from his pocket and shoot you.

If he sees a pretty young girl or wife and knows her background well, he can sell her to you in the Eight Great Hutongs.

According to Comrade Zhu Yuanzhang, those who sailed on ships, drove carts, made a living at the docks, and opened shops in the wild were all low-class people.

They were defined more than a thousand years ago...

Everyone can be killed, there will be no injustice...

Nothing to do, just kill for fun...

It was a mistake to kill him, but it was a good thing that he didn't have the chance to commit any crime.

He must have had this idea...

Countless facts have proved that Comrade Zhu Yuanzhang was not wrong.

People who have been monks are different.

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When Zhang Kaiwu got on the bus, he took out his pockets deliberately for the driver to see clearly, and found that there were only a few dozen copper coins in his pocket.

He was wearing only a single layer of clothing and the bottom of the backpack was visible, so there was no place to hide money.

Along the way, Zhang Kaiwu was careful to guard against him, for fear that his decent clothes with seven or eight patches would be noticed by him.

Hit yourself with a club...

If the coachman had any inappropriate thoughts, Zhang Kaiwu would be forced to eat horse meat for half a year.

People don't offend me, I don't offend people.

If a big car hits me, I will eat braised horse meat...

As the cart entered Dongzhimen, the street became busy and the cart moved slowly.

Zhang Kaiwu said goodbye to the driver cordially, jumped off the cart and joined the crowd...

Looking around to watch the fun.

It was indeed rare in the city of Peking in 1948.

The common people all wore the same clothes, ragged homespun clothes.

Compared with those in the countryside, the only difference is that the patches are more beautiful and the skin is not exposed.

Those who could afford to wear clothes made of foreign cloth were no longer ordinary people.

There were young men and women walking far apart, and there were trendy young people riding bicycles and hugging each other...

On the road, there are horse-drawn carriages, bicycles, human-powered tricycles, human-powered rickshaws, and clanging rail cars...

There are even cars and taxis...

There are not only ordinary people wearing homespun clothes, but also beautiful women wearing cheongsams and gentlemen wearing suits and trousers.

Those wearing long gowns must be scholars, and those wearing mandarin jackets may be remnants of various evils...

Let others just walk, and when you meet acquaintances, just shout and say hello.

When they met, they bowed to each other four times at an angle of more than 90 degrees. They didn't just bow in place, but ran around bowing to each other.

!!!

Those guys wearing Ma褂 may bow at different angles such as east, south, west or north.

Zhang Kaiwu was stunned...

They swung their left sleeves and bowed.

He shook his right sleeve and bowed again in the other direction.

They were making complicated hand gestures, as if they were confirming each other's identities.

It is not uncommon to see people in suits and leather shoes, and it is not uncommon to see people in jackets after seeing them for a long time.

It is not uncommon to see beauties wearing cheongsams, because the cheongsams nowadays do not reveal much.

Because the collar reaches above the neck, and only the slit at the bottom reaches a little above the knee...

Still wearing socks.

I haven't seen any that open to the hips...

So stingy.

It may also be that the serious beauties on the street are not that generous, but there must be some in the Eight Great Hutongs.

Zhang Kaiwu looked at those people wearing robes with curiosity. This was very rare for him.

Mr. Lao Lu likes robes...

There is the character of a scholar and the elegance of a talented scholar...

He looked for a while and found that there were pants under the robe...

This is meaningless! ?

Zhang Kaiwu vaguely remembered a certain person who never wore pants, just for the sake of feeling a bit cool when the wind blew the grass.

Love the ancient style of Wei and Jin...

Although these people also wore long robes, they were not as unrestrained as the cultured people...

Bad review!

Even if you just wear a pair of track pants, it would be better!

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He watched the excitement and walked...

There was a large group of people gathered in front, watching the shadow play.

A large wooden box over one meter long with an operating handle on the side.

There was a bench in front of the box, and a thick black cloth covering the top of the bench.

On both sides of the black cloth, there were two small door-like things painted in gold and embroidered.

There are many people around, but few people watching.

I guess no one watched it...

They are all here to watch the fun.

They were also talking about the shopkeeper's secrets one by one, with saliva flying everywhere.

They said that his store had too many foreign-style clothes and they were not as good as the one in Xizhimen.

Zhang Kaiwu could tell from the expressions of these bird people that none of them had ever really watched a foreign film...

I guess it's all hearsay, those who have seen it are doing nothing here! ?
(End of this chapter)