The pear blossoms are better than snow, and the willow catkins are fragrant.

Yang Lin opened his eyes and knocked on his hangover-bearing head. There was only a loud noise in his ears. Someone shouted in his ears, "Young Master, Young Master."

The carriage staggered and stopped.

He woke up completely, lifted the curtain and looked at it. The sunlight shone into the carriage, slightly dazzling.

In the middle of the street made of bluestone, a man wearing a long-clad and short-coat came and went hurriedly.

There were some small stalls on the side of the road, and some people shouted: "Sell sugar cakes, serve brown sugar, peanuts, sesame seeds, and sell sugar cakes..."

"Tofu brain, hot tofu brain."

"Sauce cakes, fried dough sticks..."

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers, the new issue of Zhejiang official newspaper..."

The little mushroom is about 28 years old, and it is in his prime. He is obviously a maid, but he dresses as a servant.

He was very quick in a short and when he heard the movement in the car, he immediately poked out the fluffy mushroom head, his face filled with a smile, and asked, "Young Master, do you want to eat a bowl of tofu and wake up your mouth?"

"I don't have an appetite, has Sudi arrived?"

Yang Lin sighed. He had not accepted the fact that he had come to another world these days.

There is no TV, no mobile phone, and no Internet here. He has no idea what he can do to get through the long day and night.

The only thing I still have some thoughts about is the scenery outside that has not yet been destroyed by industrialization, which is much more beautiful than later generations.

People look at the scenery and miss the future, but they look at the scenery and miss the future. Unfortunately, they can't go back after all.

Fortunately, my family is rich. My father Yang Shoucheng is a well-known drug dealer in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. He has several pharmacies and clinics in Hangzhou. His business is quite big, so he will not lose his money.

It's also a blessing in disguise.

If reborn to...

Yang Lin glanced at the few shrunk-faced and pale-skinned men passing by the carriage, and his eyes remained on the scars and pussy-covered mud-stained barefoot, and couldn't help but shivered.

Having said that, I think life is worse than death without computers, Internet, and games.

In the eyes of others, I am wearing silk and cotton shoes... On the days when the weather is slightly warm, I still roast a small red mud stove, so I am living in heaven.

Therefore, people must not be content.

Living for a lifetime and living like a playboy is already the result of how much incense his ancestors burned in their previous life.

Little Mushroom shook her head, raised her toes and looked at her head, and she was a little dejected: "Young Master, I can't go today. I have been raining for several days, and the dike is covered with mud and water...

Otherwise, we will take a look at each other from afar, and wait until the evening to go to Xizhao Mountain to see Leifeng Pagoda?"

"Okay, turn around and go to Dingsheng Building.

I couldn't drink it all the time yesterday. Although Xianglian's "Farewell" sang a little less charm and lacked some life experience. But she has a good voice and can sing anything well."

It is only a difference for eternity.

Yang Lin said goodbye not to a certain person, but to a world. When he thought of his relatives in another world, his heart was as if he was shattered.

Even if you are a person with rich clothes and food, you will be able to adjust in a short period of time.

"Okay." Little Mushroom agreed loudly, leading the way with a smile on her face.

She likes it the most if you have something to eat.

He took out a few copper coins and bought a tabloid, handed it to Yang Lin, and drove the carriage to leave.

She knew that her young master changed his temperament some time ago and went to Ningxiangyuan less.

I went there basically only night, I just drank alcohol, and I drank so many times every day, and I had very little awake time.

The strangest thing is that the young master, who had a headache when he reads books and newspapers, actually cared about the current affairs.

I don't want to miss a new newspaper.

It was obviously very difficult to read, and I guess I couldn't even recognize the words, but I looked very serious and I was really studying word by word.

If I had already had this kind of spirit, I would not have been beaten so many times by the master.

The little girl secretly glanced at her young master, and a trace of curve was pursed. She was afraid that the young master who was reading in the carriage would find that he was laughing secretly. She raised her hand to cover her face and touched the round and rolling Moru's head.

...

It is very difficult to read traditional Chinese characters. Yang Lin tried his best to overcome them and could understand them even if he guessed them.

This article "A note by the Japanese Consul of the Westernization Bureau to detain Japanese merchants and punish them and requests to order shops from all day long to move to the concession" talks about international relations.

It is said that the Japanese are not satisfied with the concession area and extend their tentacles to other areas to build large shops and compete with the Chinese people for profit.

This has aroused public outrage from some folk patriots...

So, the policy was introduced.

We must drive them back to the concession.

"Shaoxing, Zhuji County's Smoking Ban Table in the Past Three Years" is a data counted by Zhang Ziyang, the commander of Hangzhou. It is mainly to vigorously crack down on the opium business and call on the Chinese people to resist poisoning...

At the end of the newspaper, Yang Lin also saw a small reward message.

[On March 18, 2018, 3:00, 31 followers from all gentry members from all ranks, arrived at Yegouling, western suburbs of Hangzhou, were assassinated, and the goods were destroyed, and 17 people were killed. The gentry members of all ranks were shot three times in a row and died on the spot.

According to witnesses, the assassin was good at using two guns, his legs were convenient, his body was short, and he was suspected of being injured and fled... Someone reported to the guards' office in secret, so he was arrested and rewarded with 800 silver dollars at one time, and he never broke his promise.]

“The reward is so heavy.”

Yang Lin's eyebrows jumped, and he intuitively thought that this reward was a bit difficult.

Just secretly reporting the whereabouts of the assassin, you can get 800 yuan without arresting it.

Isn't it very heavy?

These days, he has figured out that silver dollars are actually very valuable.

What is the concept of 800 silver dollars? Here in Hangzhou City, you can buy two houses with good land.

The monthly salary of ordinary migrant workers is only six to eight silver dollars, and 800 silver dollars is equivalent to those who work for one hundred months.

"The gentleman surnamed Zhu who was killed by an assassin seemed to be a big man, and his impact was quite big after being killed."

However, based on the description in the newspaper alone, the hope of catching the assassin is really slim.

What is "good at using double guns, convenient legs, and short body"? Apart from the short body, it is also useful, there is no other feature of the face. Before the assassin takes action, he should have hidden his face.

"March 18, isn't that yesterday?"

Yang Lin's heart moved.

"Little Mushroom, have you heard of the assassination in the western suburbs outside the city?"

"Why didn't you hear it? I know it very well. When I went out in the morning, the master and the wife kept reminding us not to cause trouble, saying that it was not peaceful outside."

"Tell me, look."

"That's the King of Hells who died. How are you dead? Young Master, you are drunk. Didn't you hear the firecrackers ringing in Hangzhou City all night yesterday, just like the New Year."

Little Mushroom turned her head over with a roar and whispered: "I heard from Agui and the others that it was spreading in the city. The person who was stabbed was a big shot in the Qing Gang. Those who killed thousands of swords deserved to die. This is retribution...

I heard that those gunmen were the king of killers, who fought from north to south, specifically punishing corrupt officials, assassinating unkind profiteers and bad guys who sold opium.

Although the rewards offered by the garrison are very high, they are still published in the newspaper to get people. I can say that anyone with a little conscience will never make this money."

"King of Killers?"

Yang Lin wondered, is there a king of killers in this era? Is there still a seraph?

Xiao Mushroom just said that those with conscience would not make this money, but immediately saw that the streets were full of consciences.

Several men walked past in the distance, all of whom were fierce, with their arms wide open, rushed into a clinic in a swarm, and a clanging sound came out.

This is the beginning of smashing.

Immediately afterwards, I could hear a crying voice: "It has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me. I closed the door early and never saw any assassin..."

Yang Lin frowned, put down the newspaper in his hand, his eyes slightly gloomy.

He looked sharp-eyed. Looking from the main entrance of Huichuntang, he saw Dr. Wu rolling around on the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and a villain kicked him hard.

Mr. Wu is kind, and Yang Lin knows him.

When the old man went to Yangjia Medicinal Materials Warehouse to purchase medicinal materials, he was particularly worried about whether the medicinal materials were genuine and whether the maintenance was intact?

My favorite thing is: "Only the medicine is good can the disease be cured... If the disease cannot be cured, it will waste the patient's money, which is no different from killing people and killing lives."

When he bought medicinal materials, he could choose them for an afternoon, which was very disgusting.

A few days ago, Yang Lin met this old man Wu while getting tonic in his warehouse.

The two talked about the concept of treating diseases and treating people, and they felt that they met too late.

"The master and wife have told me that you should not cause trouble, you should not cause trouble..."

The little mushroom hurriedly whispered to the side, muttering.

Yang Lin looked at it for a while and then turned his head.

Looking back, I saw the crowds on the street dodge, and there were fewer farmers and vendors coming and going...

The lively hawking sounds also became inaudible.

Some shops were closing the door in a hurry, and the vendors selling fried dough sticks and pancakes were also starting to pack up their things and were about to leave.

Yang Lin had never seen such a mess before, and he didn't know what it felt like in his heart.

However, Xiao Mushroom reminded him correctly that he is now a playboy, without fists or courage.

Eating, drinking, having fun is good. If you really want to come forward to do something, you will not only bring yourself in, but also not save anyone.

After walking a while, I saw more men in green, and they were noisy one after another, causing panic…

Of course, not everyone is hiding.

Some guys who were well-dressed and from a good family were not afraid, and they still stood aside and pointed at the point of talking, discussing whether the assassin would rest in the city after killing people, or had already escaped from the city, Hongfei was in a daze.

"Little Mushroom, do you think the assassin is still in the city?"

Yang Lin noticed that the shops the men in Qing Dynasty searched were basically some inns and clinics, and they were thinking about something.

"Don't worry, Master, they can't catch anyone at all."

"oh?"

"If I were that assassin, with injuries on my body and difficulty moving, I would definitely not leave the city immediately, nor would I go into the places where people come and go. There are so many people and eyes, the risk is too great."

"Then where would you go?"

Yang Lin looked at Xiao Mutton with surprise and approval, but he didn't expect that the little maid would be quite good at thinking from the perspective of others.

"If it were me, of course I had to find accomplices. No, I would like to ask friends for help. The less attention the place is, the better the place."

The little mushroom was slightly proud and raised his small chest that did not exist. "After all, the assassin did not kill people for personal revenge, but for righteousness. I believe that many people would sympathize with him and even help him."

"As the master often said, although this world is not so satisfactory, there are also some people who sacrifice their lives and shed their blood, willing to do something for the country and the people.
Chapter completed!