Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 308: This is what the old Beijing people do when they get up early.

"Hey, guess what, this is what happens when old Beijingers open their eyes!"

Early the next morning, Zhang Zhiwei was doing his morning prayers facing the rising sun when he heard He Songling shouting in front of the inn.

"Make a high pot!"

Zhang Zhiwei looked forward from the second floor of the courtyard and saw He Songling, like a lunatic, scooping some tea from the teacup and pressing it over his eyes, shouting as he pressed, "Tea can improve eyesight! Hey, it's real, Old Zhang, Zhang Zhiwei, I can see you from here!"

"when!"

Zhang Zhiwei closed the window with a dark face.

Nonsense, the distance is only about thirty meters. Don’t say you are a powerful alien. Even an ordinary person with healthy eyes can see it clearly.

Wait, why does my accent become like this?

Oh no, this capital city must be poisonous.

Zhang Zhiwei decided not to go out that day. No, he would not go out for three days. He would stay in this room until he visited Baiyun Temple. He especially did not want others to see him knowing He Songling, such a disgraceful fellow.

The waiters at the inn next door were all laughing at He Songling's behavior. Where did this stinky country bumpkin come from? But they were open for business. The two Taoists who came yesterday were obviously very rich. They paid a hundred dollars and directly booked the yard at the back. They, as waiters, would not offend them.

"Good morning, sir. What would you like to eat?"

"Nonsense, do you even need to ask? As old Beijingers, as soon as we open our eyes, we have to eat fried liver, stewed pork, and steamed buns stuffed with pork and green onions. Also, bring two bowls of bean juice, and send one bowl to the Taoist priest upstairs in the backyard."

He Songling slammed the table, pretending to be an expert: "I'm telling you, I understand! Don't try to fool me with that bad stuff. Before, a friend in Beijing said he would take me to McDonald's when he came to Beijing, and I broke up with him on the spot!"

"laugh!"

He Songling finished speaking, and before the waiter could reply, he heard a sneer from the door, and then saw a strong man in a yellow jacket walking in, rubbing walnuts in his hands. Behind the strong man, there were two people, one holding a bird cage and the other holding a teapot, very impressive.

The sturdy man walked in, looked at He Songling, and said in a high voice: "Alas, Xiao Duozi, the Qing Dynasty is over. The rules are broken. When it rains, everything flows out along the wall of Chongwenmen, like dog urine moss."

"Ahem, sir, well, the Qing Dynasty is finished, let's keep a low profile." The two servants who followed behind were obviously panicked. Seeing that this strong man had caused a lot of trouble, they lowered their heads to persuade him.

"What, did I say something wrong? Besides, even if the Qing Dynasty is over, none of us princes and nobles are easy to mess with. When Yuan Shikai was in power, he treated us with respect!"

"That's true. Yuan Shikai is long gone, and the one in charge now is Mr. Chang." It's obvious that this man suffered a lot of beatings during the Northern Expedition. As old remnants of the old dynasty, it would be strange if the Northern Expedition Army would treat them well.

"Humph!"

The sturdy man seemed to have thought of something, and sat down with a gloomy face, "Hey, serve some tea, ignore this grandson. Grandson, let me tell you, this is where the gentlemen drink tea, if you dare to bring the stewed meat and braised meat here to eat, I will overturn your table!"

"Tsk, your accent isn't authentic at all, why are you pretending to be a native?"

He Songling felt something was wrong when he heard the strong man's accent. It didn't sound like he had a red-hot coal ball in his mouth, burning his tongue!
"Let me tell you, anything is possible in the capital, except for the authentic ones. Our old city has no roads, it's all tunnels. They are so authentic!" "Hahahahahaha!"

The sturdy man exchanged a glance with the two attendants behind him, and this time even the two attendants bent over with laughter.

"Oh, hahaha, damn it, I never thought in my life that someone would say my accent is not authentic. Son of a bitch, you are imitating the tone of those low-class people in the south of the city, do you understand? If people like us in the city speak with such a tongue-twisting tone like you, it would be so cheap!"

What the sturdy man said is true. A few decades ago, the Manchu bannermen did not speak with this tongue-burning accent. You can tell by listening to Puyi speak.

But He Songling was born in the 21st century. In his era, everyone was equal and the feudal legacy had long been eradicated. The Beijing accent was just as he heard it. He learned the Beijing dialect from Da Zhangwei and really didn't know about this.

He was showing off so much that even He Songling couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

The sturdy man was not willing to give up, and continued: "I will teach you again. You eat those dirty, sour and smelly bean juices, which are only eaten by the poor people of the lowest class. They can't afford to eat decent food, so they eat these. But I think you are the same, a stinky outsider who came to the capital to beg for food, right?"

"Ugh……"

He Songling stood up first and bowed slightly to the sturdy man, "You are right, I am a newcomer here, I have only met a few people from the capital before, I really don't know the rules of this old capital, thank you for teaching me."

The sturdy man was somewhat proud, but before he could say anything, He Songling continued:

"It's just that you mocked me and made me lose face. Now, I am furious and want to beat you up. Judging from the way you are dressed, you must be a rich man, right? I won't pay for the medical expenses, just consider it as compensation for my mental damage."

"What did you put...%*#&???"

Before the sturdy man could finish his words, he felt an invisible force lifting him and his two followers behind him up, floating upside down in the air, and then with a sound of "pants", the pants of the three of them were pulled down.

"Ouch! What the hell are you doing! Put it down, put it down!"

The sturdy man kept shouting in the air with a ferocious look on his face.

"Wow, you're pretty energetic, alien?"

He Songling felt the strength of the struggle of the burly man and his two followers in the Qi field in the air, raised his eyelids in surprise, and then frowned.

"Hey, you... why are you showing off this thing in broad daylight in someone else's store? They don't want to do business anymore? You have no shame. Besides, you... Tsk."

He Songling's eyes on the strong man's vital points and the movement of his mouth made him blush instantly. Now it was his turn to be angry.

"Sun thief, you wait for me, you wait! Wait for me to come down, I will let you know who that master is, and I will never let you leave this city!"

"Oh, that's bad." He Songling was not afraid of his threats. This kind of local thug would only bully ordinary people.

A white light flashed, and a mortar appeared in his hand. The black muzzle pointed at the sturdy man, "It seems that I have no choice but to kill him to silence him."

(End of this chapter)