The lunar calendar year of the sixth year of the Republic of China was Dingsi year, 1917 AD.

Inside the city of Beiping, outside Zhengyang Gate.

It happened that the east was about to dawn, with snow covered, the sky and the earth were all the same, and there were only a few figures.

"Ah snee~"

As soon as he came out of Qianmen Railway Station, Cheng Nuo was so cold that his teeth were trembling and he couldn't stop sneezing.

I found a corner of leeing, put my hands together, sniffed into my palms, and rubbed them repeatedly. After a few rounds and turns, I felt that my fingers were not so stiff.

Then Cheng Nuo quickly reorganized his luggage with the street lights, took out a document from it, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the things were still there.

"Fortunately, it's not lost, otherwise it would be too unrealistic to go to the other side of the Pacific to re-issue one."

A thin piece of paper is a testimony to his hard work in studying overseas for several years.

This is the study abroad graduation certificate issued by the Beiyang Government’s Tourism Aesthetics Affairs Office. If you take it to the Ministry of Education to register, you can theoretically get a good public office from there.

For this era where the official position is deeply rooted, it is a dream for too many people to serve a strong rice bowl and eat public food, and their social status is even better.

Of course, it would be even more perfect if the Beiyang government issued fewer blank checks and did not arrears of wages.

In addition to introducing Cheng Nuo’s personal basic information, the graduation certificate for study abroad also introduces his academic qualifications in detail:

Degree: A.B.

University: Harvard University

Arithmetics is mathematics. The full text means that Cheng Nuo obtained a bachelor's degree in mathematics from Harvard University in 1916.

In addition to the Bachelor of Science (B.S.) in later mathematics tradition, the Bachelor of Science degree (A.B.) has a wider range of learning, more theoretical courses, and more flexible course selection. It is not limited to the content of this major, and it is also more convenient for time travelers to move.

In essence, it is not the distinction between liberal arts and science majors.

Cheng Nuo had just graduated from college in his previous life. His work income was not high during his internship. He didn't want to ask for money from home anymore. It was a necessity to get a computer. He was short of money and had to try his luck from the card dealer and bought a cheap mine card.

However, the eight-pack abs he got trained with was too domineering. He couldn't conquer him. He exploded in just two weeks, and the case leaked and short circuited, and sent the person away.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw an orphan who was still in the late Qing Dynasty and was still in a fleeing state. I almost starved to death at the foot of the imperial city.

Fortunately, I caught up with the third batch of the Qing government's academic affairs office to study in the United States. With the mentality of becoming a good person if he fails, he found clean clothes and went directly to register.

Unexpectedly, the exam was quite difficult, and many people continued to take the first and second exams.

The first exam is English and Chinese studies.

For Cheng Nuo, who scored high in six grades, it is naturally a dimensional reduction to hit most Chinese people in this era.

But when it was Chinese studies, it became the Chinese people of this era who reduced the dimensionality and hit him, and Zhihuzhe was also very troubled.

However, this mind is much more inspiring than in the previous life. If you can tell the traditional Chinese characters in seconds, you can still remember all the experiences in your previous life.

There was no danger, and the total score was rubbed into the re-examination.

It was relatively easier later. Mathematics, physics, chemistry and foreign history were mastered, and finally passed the re-examination successfully. In July of the same year, more than 60 friends went directly to the United States to study.

Later, after personal hard work and the memory of his life, he successfully admitted to Harvard University on the West Coast of the Atlantic with excellent results in his preparatory course.

But everyone is a big shot, and there are many people who are admitted to Ivy League schools such as Princeton, Pennsylvania, and Columbia. There are more than a dozen people who report to Harvard alone.

Compared with real great people, even if you are on the hang, the pressure is very high.

"All of them are people who can go to history textbooks, and they will suffer a big loss underestimate them."

Shaking his head, Cheng Nuo put away his divergent thoughts, put the documents back in his luggage, and after sorting them out, he carried them to set off.

The most important thing now is how to report to the Ministry of Education. He was a person sent by the Qing government to study, and in a sense he was an old minister.

Although the "new official" of the Beiyang government issued him a study abroad graduation certificate, he felt uneasy if he didn't register for a day.

After all, there is an official identity, and it is much more convenient to pull the tiger's skin and pull the banner.

Several groups of bag holders who were recruiting guests were also sent by him.

In addition to being anxious, Cheng Nuo could not trust these old guys. On the train, he heard from locals that he would never ask these guys to carry their bags when getting off the train.

It is said that they can help others hire vehicles and carry luggage, but when they meet outsiders, they will slaughter them directly, and they will not suffer losses and want to cause trouble. They will join forces to face the outside world. Ordinary people can't deal with them at all, and they can only suffer losses in silence.

Everything is not settled at the moment. It is better to have less than more things. Let’s stay away from here first.

As soon as I took a few steps, I saw vendors in groups of three or three on the roadside starting to prepare for the morning market.

Cheng Nuo, who originally wanted to continue rushing forward, stopped agreeing after smelling the fragrance, and started singing the empty city plan, which made him feel so hungry.

"Okay, people are iron rice and steel. They don't eat for a meal and are so hungry. I guess the old men from the Ministry of Education have not yet started work and are waiting to go to the place. I'd better put your stomach on the first place."

As he spoke, he threw his scarf back and rushed to the morning market.

In the old days, the people in the city of Peking were generally poor, and coal and firewood were used to cook stoves were relatively expensive. In order to save money, many locals chose to get up early and not make fires.

It’s okay for young and middle-aged people to not eat, but children and the elderly will definitely not be able to bear it. So many breakfast vendors emerged on the streets and alleys.

So in later generations, there are still many old Peking people and old Tianjin people who do not have the habit of eating breakfast at home.

When he arrived at the morning market next to Qianmen Railway Station, Cheng Nuo looked around and saw that there were quite a lot of tricks, and he could not call them and could not call them. He had a difficult choice for a while and didn't know what to eat.

When the wise vendors here saw the customers coming, they kept working in their hands and shouted louder:

"Sauce cake fried oil, the oil is fragrant and white, throw it into the pot and float it!"

"Freshly baked sesame cakes! Hot sesame cakes with sesame seeds!"

"Porridge, bean juice porridge!"

After thinking about it, I have come to Peking City many times in the past and present, but I haven’t tasted local dishes seriously. I will definitely have to eat some special ones this time.

No longer hesitated, I directly brought a bowl of hot bean juice set meal, served with burnt circles, sesame cakes, and finally two plates of pickles.

Hey, guess what, that's so authentic, that's so beautiful.

After taking a sip of Douji, I almost vomited. I ate two big sesame cakes and suppressed the sour smell.

Finally, I choked and rolled my eyes. I really didn't want to drink soy sauce anymore, so I ordered a bowl of rice porridge again, and it was only after I could do it.

It's really covered up!

The vendor joked: "Sir, after leaving Peking City, you can't drink such authenticity as us."

"Why, there are other things to pay attention to?"

"That's right? People from other places use soybeans, but we use mung beans in old Peking. There are many bad tastes."

Cheng Nuo didn't want to continue this topic anymore, for fear that the taste of bean juice would rise again just now, so when the stomach was uncomfortable, don't spit out all the things I had just eaten, so I sucked in a few sips and drank the porridge, and stopped quickly: "Master, I still have an urgent matter, so I won't chat with you. How much is the total cost?"

The vendor was obviously still a little impressed, so he smashed his mouth and said, "No more, no less, just one dime."

"Hey, is that only one dime?"

If you remember correctly, you have to eat half a pound of scorch and sesame cakes, and two bowls of porridge will definitely cost more than one dime.

The vendor smiled and said, "It's not enough to pay for soy juice."

"Why doesn't it count?" Cheng Nuo was puzzled.

"I'm definitely not satisfied with it after taking a sip. We are repeat customers and we must not ask you for the money. Do you think this is the reason?"

Cheng Nuo didn't expect this vendor to be so good, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

No wonder he was the first to come to eat. After a while, the other seats were full of people, and there were lineups outside.

This person is real enough, he deserves to have a good business.

Cheng Nuo took advantage of the busy hawkers and pressed an extra dime under the bowl and left in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, the vendor said to his back: "Sir, if you come again, I will definitely be able to make you delicious soy sauce!"

Cheng Nuo was so scared that he almost fell down: "It's definitely next time, it's definitely next time."

After saying that, he hurried towards the Ministry of Education.

This book involves place names, and people's names are alias or homophonic. Thank you for your understanding~
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