Republic of China

Chapter 206

Fengtian Railway Station.

Platform.

Here you can see the perfect combination of order and chaos. The polarization phenomenon does not conflict at all, but appears very reasonable.

In the current era, the Yanhuang territory cannot be said to have iron-blooded arteries. Railways only connect important cities and transportation hubs. The closer you are to the coast and ports, the more opportunities you have to enjoy the convenience of railways. On the contrary, the further inland you go, the more difficult the road management becomes. original.

Which railway outside the customs is the most famous?

Middle Road, Nanman Road.

It's a pity that they all belong to other people's homes. What's even more annoying is that they are built on one's own land and are purely used for prostitution.

The last fig leaf of the railway outside the Pass is perhaps the line from Fengtian City to the west, entering the Pass and reaching the Imperial Capital. It is really in the hands of the Yanhuang people.

This is one of the bottom lines that the commander-in-chief managed to maintain despite unimaginable pressure and dealing with external forces. If the treaty signed by the previous dynasty were to be fully implemented, it would be much worse than it is now. If you are interested, you can learn more about the unsolved cases in Manchuria and Mongolia. .

Even so, many intellectuals are currently trying their best to discredit the Yanhuang Railway, elevate themselves and belittle themselves. For example, they talk about how dirty the Yanhuang railway carriages are. Look at how clean the carriages of the Nanman-Manchuria Railway are. The conductors can even lick the floor with their tongues. Not even ashes.

Don't think it's nonsense.

Some people are willing to say anything just to kneel down and lick someone, otherwise how can they appear to be accurate with their marksmanship?

This does not include the Yanhuang intellectuals specially raised by the little devils.

It is true that the platform of Fengtian Railway Station is a bit messy, but it is an ordinary train waiting area, and the high-end one is not messy at all, and the class is immediately revealed.

Combined with the background of the times, I don’t feel that there is anything weird about it, and it is very consistent with the national conditions.

Just like at this moment, Zhao Sanyuan and Liu Mangfan were supposed to be waiting in the high-end train waiting area, but they couldn't get used to the foreign stuff there, so they squatted in front of a stall to eat roasted sweet potatoes.

In a world of ice and snow, no food is more cost-effective than roasted sweet potatoes. It’s cheap, delicious, and keeps your body warm.

While gnawing, he commented on a group of ocean horses getting on the bus.

No matter how powerful you are, don’t you still have to enter the station and take the bus?Can't the locomotive drive at home?
"Everyone looks like a dog. If you look closely, you will see that there are ten, seven or eight little devils on their bodies, and they have done countless shitty things. Old Liu, what do you think the foreign devils should do if they encounter something evil?"

"Look for a priest, similar to our monks and Taoists, but the difference is that they are under the control of one big leader, be it the Pope or something else. All those who believe in religion are under his control, and there are tens of millions of subordinates at least."

"I've heard about the Pope. I don't know if he has tens of millions of younger brothers. Can he manage it?"

"It should be possible. After all, he is an emperor. He must be in the three provinces, six ministries, nine temples and five prisons."

The limitations of their vision made the two of them unable to figure out why there was an emperor in religion.

In their opinion, no matter how awesome the abbot is, he is at most a great abbot. How dare he proclaim himself emperor?
But the soil is different and the culture is different.

The so-called water and soil support one person, Jincheng said it to the people of Jincheng, and cannot be generalized.

"Not all sects have emperors."

A mellow and polite voice came from behind.

The two brothers looked back and saw the shiny leather shoes first, and then the slightly weird black robe.

It’s not like I’m looking at you through rose-tinted glasses. I just thought there was a funeral at someone’s house.

look up.

Cream-haired, blue-eyed, white-skinned, tall and strong, with sunken eye sockets, a little stubble, and a wooden cross wrapped around his palm.

Ok?
A foreign devil?
It's not that I haven't seen foreign devils before, but it's really rare to see foreign devils who are so fluent in Yanhuang dialect, and their Mandarin is even more standard than that of Northeasterners.

What’s even more surprising is how little you wear in this cold weather. Do you want style rather than warmth?

It's so cold that you can still urinate when the wind blows.

"Is something wrong?" Zhao Sanyuan raised his eyebrows.

I felt like I was a head shorter when I was squatting and standing across from him, so I stood up again, but unfortunately I couldn't compare in size.

"It's nothing serious. At first, I saw that the two of you were eating well, so I wanted to come and see what they were eating. Then I heard a discussion about the Pope, and there was a slight misunderstanding, so I interrupted loudly. Please forgive me. Oh, by the way, I'm not convinced yet. Introducing, my name is Walter von der Leyen.”

Reach out and don't hit the smiling man.

Even though Zhao Sanyuan had never had a good impression of foreign devils, the guy in front of him was really refreshing. He was very particular about the social etiquette of Yanhuang, but his name was too long.

"What misunderstanding?"

Walter smiled and said: "It does not mean that all Christians are under the jurisdiction of the Pope. For example, our Orthodox Church is different from the Catholic Church and only obeys the governance of the Patriarch."

Although Zhao Sanyuan doesn't quite understand the twists and turns inside, he remains true to his roots. In the final analysis, it's still those things.

"I understand, it's like the relationship between Zen Buddhism and Tantra, Quanzhen and Zhengyi, right?"

"Probably." Walter felt a little embarrassed. He knew the Yanhuang culture and folk customs very well and knew the relationship between them. But unlike Western religions, even though the Yanhuang religion is divided into gangs and sects, it is still generally harmonious. In contrast, Western religious sects are less harmonious.

After Zhao Sanyuan looked at it several times, he asked: "Looking at your dress, you must not be an ordinary person, but a priest?"

"Pretty much, I prefer to be called a priest."

"Sacrifice? You are doing nothing for nothing."

Walter thought about it carefully, and then nodded seriously, "I do it sometimes."

"Then you two have something in common, let Liu test him." Zhao Sanyuan patted Liu Mangfan on the shoulder.

It is true that Lao Liu is the most popular, but he is closer to the black type. He is very proficient in life and death. He is a famous Mr. Yin and Yang in eight villages in ten miles.

"Ahem, I dare to ask foreigners, no! Brother Feng, when you are buried there, do you recite inscriptions or chant sutras?"

"We sing."

"I can't nag, I can't nag." Old Liu rolled his eyes and continued to eat roasted sweet potatoes.

There is no common language at all.

Is singing okay?
Ever since my ancestor, I have never heard of people singing during burials. Are you not afraid of being kicked into a pit by your family members and buried together?
Zhao Sanyuan next to him almost laughed out loud, thinking that there are so many wonders in the world. It turned out that Dongzheng's burial was so interesting. He must see it in the future.

Walter also laughed. He was well-informed and knew that there would be cultural differences, but Zhao Sanyuan did not show a mocking expression, which he appreciated very much.

It is one of the manifestations of ignorance to be rare and strange.

What the eyes see is not necessarily true, and what the ears hear is not necessarily false.

Haven't seen it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

"Listening to the previous conversation between the two of them, they must be masters of strange magic. I am very interested in the folk customs of Yanhuang. Unfortunately, my time is limited. The green mountains will remain green and the rivers will flow forever. We are destined to meet again." Walter gave a sectarian etiquette Finally, leave politely.

I don’t know if it’s because the Yanhuang culture was so complicated that they even learned how to cut bandits.

"It's interesting, Old Liu. Who is Dong Zheng in charge of? This man has changed my view of foreign devils a lot. Did you look at the spiritual lanterns on his shoulders? He's very prosperous."

Old Liu was quite helpless, "I can't even recognize the local sects in Yanhuang. How can I recognize the foreign ones? I just remember the place name as a drowned rat. He might be in charge of the chicken farm. By the way, do you still have money in your pocket? How many days do you have? It’s good to have sticky corn on a skewer, it’s a bit boring to just eat roasted sweet potatoes.”

I don’t know where it is.

It seems that as soon as I arrive at the train station, I feel hungry very quickly, and my appetite is huge, which is strange.

"Do you think we have the opportunity to go out again in the future and see the customs and customs of other countries? I heard that the earth is round, and if you walk in a straight line, you will return to the starting point. To be honest, I really don't believe it."

"The ancestors said it well, it is better to travel thousands of miles to read thousands of books. If you have the chance, just walk around and read. But I have a family and a house. I am older. You still have a long life. There are many opportunities in the future. It is best to get one. When a foreign wife comes back, she will be as curved as those foreign horses just now, and she will definitely be able to give birth to a son."

Zhao Sanyuan rolled his eyes and said, "What the hell, can she eat tofu mixed with green onions or eggplant dipped in soybean paste? Besides, it doesn't matter if she's a daughter or a son. I can do anything anyway, just let it happen. You really have to worry about it." It's better to think about Lao Kang, he and Fifth Sister seem to have that intention, but no one can tell, it's really annoying."

Liu Mangfan deeply agreed, "Isn't it true? Before I left, I saw Xiaohan gave Xiaokang several pieces of clothing, all of which were made by his own hands. Finding this wife is like smoke rising from the ancestral grave. Hey, do you think he minded Xiaohan's past? Have you ever been married?"

"Lao Kang is just a coward."

The characteristics of Northeastern people talking about mountains and rivers are vividly reflected in these two people.

In just one roasting sweet potato, he even decided where Lao Kang would be buried in the future. Juebi was a good brother.

"Our train is leaving soon, don't be late, you two." At this time, Kang Muang put the large suitcase next to the two of them, then looked across the platform and walked forward.

Zhao Sanyuan was puzzled, "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to buy some oranges. You two just stand here and wait for me."

Then I saw Lao Kang secretly jumping off the platform while the staff was not paying attention, and ran forward three steps at a time.

His movements looked very strong, but he pulled his hips when he climbed up to the opposite platform. Due to the ice on the ground, Lao Kang climbed up like a blind bear several times without getting up. Zhao Sanyuan even shouted to the staff that someone was there. He wanted to commit suicide by lying on the rails, which forced Lao Kang to use his hands and feet to climb up, leaving Zhao Sanyuan and Lao Liu Le to lean forward and back.

The train whistle sounded one after another, and the thick steam mixed with the cold wind and dissipated.

Although there is no such thing as Spring Festival travel these days, demand and supply are not directly proportional. Even if there are very few people willing to spend money to travel by train, they cannot cope with the lack of trains and the hustle and bustle inside and outside the train station.

People traveling to Jiamusi and Hegang from north to south, no matter where they come from, are just leaving and returning home, and they all have a destination.

"If you buy oranges, just buy oranges. Why are you buying so many Goubangzi roast chickens?" Seeing Lao Kang coming back with a lot of things, Liu Mang had questions on his forehead.

"I heard that the food on the train is expensive and unpalatable, so I'll prepare more food. I won't go hungry for twenty or thirty hours."

Lao Kang, who has a lot of attributes, didn't know that the mayor Wang bought five second-class tickets for the luxury train. From the locomotive to the carriages, everything was customized from the great powers, and the food and drinks were very good.

Generally speaking, Yanhuang trains are divided into three levels.

The third-class carriage has only hardwood seats, the cheapest fares, only seats, no heating, and it is next to the locomotive. You must know that the locomotives at this time were steam locomotives, burning coal, and they had to withstand the wind blowing from the locomotive along the way. The direct invasion of coal ash, imagine the downwind accompanied by coal dust blowing, very sour and refreshing.

The most terrible thing is the poor management. Not to mention smoking, it is possible to secretly urinate and defecate, and there is only one staff member cleaning several third-class carriages. You can imagine how bad the environment is.

The second-class carriage is much better. It basically has heating and cushioned seats, which are more spacious and comfortable. Some long-distance routes also have sleeper seats, and the price is two to three times more expensive than the former.

First class is the most expensive, and there are not many people in one carriage. It has blankets, dressing rooms, bathrooms and other facilities. If you have enough money, you can even get a luxurious king bed. The whole carriage is yours, so you can enjoy the scenery while watching the scenery. Enjoy tea and play whatever you want.

But Zhao Sanyuan and others were traveling in a luxury class, which was basically second class, and the price and comfort were even higher. It was really difficult for District Chief Wang to get first class tickets.

After checking in, I walked into the carriage. Before I could find my seat, I saw Mo Wenshan holding a little girl in his arms. She had a braided braid and was licking candied haws. She was no older than Li Doumiao. She probably liked candied haws too much. Eat one skewer and hold three skewers in your hand.

"Little girl, old man, I will count on my fingers that you will lose two teeth tonight. Listen to grandpa and you will have to eat this bunch. You will not reincarnate in the candy jar like this."

Lu Xiucai next to him looked around, not knowing what he was looking for.

"Where did you pick up the child?" Zhao Sanyuan regretted a little, looking at the candied haws in the little girl's hand, he was also a little greedy.

Mo Wenshan smiled and shook his head, "I really picked it up. Just now when I and Lu Xiaozi got on the bus, I felt my fingers being pulled. When I saw it was a little girl, there was a huge crowd on the platform, so I picked her up first. It's a pity that this beautiful girl has a congenital insanity and has lost her soul. Mr. Lu is looking for someone to lose his child."

The younger brothers also didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

I thought to myself, what kind of thing is it to pick up a child in advance before setting off?

My parents were a little too careless.

"Caiwei! Caiwei, you scared daddy to death!"

As for whoever comes, a young man dressed as a scholar trotted all the way, with a pale face. He was the little girl's father.

"Girl, is this your father?" Mo Wenshan did not hand over the child immediately, and Zhao Sanyuan and others also deliberately blocked the young man's way.

You say it is?

Although you can't hit them with eight poles, meeting them is fate. Beware of human traffickers.

The little girl named Caiwei nodded and called the young man daddy.

"Xia Shenren, a native of Baihuagu Village in Changbai Mountain. I accidentally lost my little girl. I was so anxious that I almost went crazy. Fortunately, everyone helped me and there was no danger. I can't repay this great kindness. This is all the troubles I have. Don't do it." decline."

Mo Wenshan was silent for a moment, but soon returned to his original state. He put Caiwei on the ground with a smile, "What a good girl, don't lose it again in the future. As for the money, you'd better put it away. Your thanks are enough."

"Yes, yes, what I taught you is that I once again thanked several benefactors on behalf of Caiwei." After bowing repeatedly, Shen Ren carried his daughter and walked to another carriage.

After the father and daughter left, several people arranged their seats, bowed and took their seats.

Kang Muang was the most sensitive. He noticed that Master seemed to have something on his mind, so he asked in a low voice: "Master, is there something wrong with Shen Ren just now?"

"Have."

"Huh? Really?"

Zhao Sanyuan immediately rushed out to grab someone, but Mo Wenshan held his wrist down.

"Why are you so frivolous? He is not a villain, let alone a human trafficker."

"Then why do you always say there is something wrong with him?"

"You guys are too shallow, so it's understandable that you can't see his real background."

The more he talked, the more confused he became. Zhao Sanyuan scratched the back of his head, "What? Is he a ghost? Absolutely impossible. I can still tell whether it's a ghost or not."

Mo Wenshan said meaningfully, "It's not a ghost, but it's not a human either."

(End of this chapter)