In the early morning, a thick fog suddenly arose, making it invisible everywhere. When the first ray of light from the sky fell on this old land, the milky white fog couldn't help but move, and was finally dyed red and turned into a red color.
It has to be a bit thinner.
The glow in the sky gradually spread its wings and pierced through the thick fog. A cuckoo spread its wings and flew up into the sky, seeing the purest glow and the holiness above the clouds and mist. However, the most beautiful scenery was not worth it when I was hungry.
I had no choice but to lower my attitude and look down at the world. I flew past shacks and finally landed on a tree next to the morning market.
This is a bluestone road about ten meters wide. One end leads directly to the city gate, and the other end goes south to connect to Changxindian. Goods transported to Beijing by water from the south land in Tongzhou, and most of them enter the city along this road.
There are many goods and travelers, and many people wait here every day when the city gate is not open. Over time, a morning market has formed, including small shops selling breakfast, vendors selling vegetables and poultry, fortune tellers, and sellers carrying burdens, etc.
Wait, it’s so lively.
Suddenly, the fog in the distance stirred. It turned out that a motorcade was approaching quickly. No one was seen, but when they heard the sound, a thick roar and the sound of whips burst out from the fog, scaring the crowds on the road.
The crowd stood aside one after another, and the noisy hawking stopped immediately.
"Keep your eyes open, I won't be used to it wherever you encounter it!"
After a while, a convoy of dozens of carriages suddenly emerged from the fog. The leader was a burly man with a diagonal scar on his face and a whip in his hand. He looked very scary.
The dozens of meters long motorcade rushed towards the city gate in a hurry. The wheels drove on the tracks on the bluestone slabs, making a huge "crunching" sound, which made people feel uncomfortable for no reason, but no one dared to brush the handlebars.
The tiger's beard could only spit secretly towards the background of the convoy leaving.
After the convoy left, the morning market came back to life, with the cries of hawkers coming and going. Then the cuckoo flapped its wings and quietly landed on a low willow tree by the moat, but it stuck its head out and stared intently.
Look under the tree.
At the same time, beneath the willow tree, there was a thin figure vaguely visible in the mist. It was a young man who was staring at everything in front of him, dumbfounded and in disbelief. Thousands of Chinese quintessence words were whistling through his heart.
This young man is silent, has a clean short head, wears a plaid shirt, gray casual pants, and a pair of flip-flops. Apart from that, he has nothing else, but he is in harmony with the people around him.
The clothes are very different.
There are many people walking on the street, whether they are wearing long robes, mandarin jackets, long shirts, or suits and leather shoes. They all cast curious glances at this young man in a unique outfit, and they can't help but murmur in their hearts. However, the world is not peaceful now, so
There is no one who comes up and asks questions.
At the nearest wonton stall, diners frequently looked at them strangely, and people at several tables murmured:
"Do you know what the situation is like with that person?"
"The face is tight, but this handsome young man looks clean, and he doesn't look like he's running away."
"Just that outfit, I've never seen it before, but I know it's not cheap, probably from foreigners."
"I'm afraid he's not the son of someone in the city who returned from studying abroad?"
"Probably not. I have seen a lot of people who have returned from studying abroad. They wear suits, small leather shoes, short hair, glasses, and lame legs. They don't match this guy's outfit at all."
"Lame? You're just talking nonsense."
"Hmph~" The old man in long robes and mandarin jacket sneered, then took a sip of Chaos Soup, punched the crutch in his hand, and said slowly: "Everyone, this thing in my hand is called a crutch passed down from our ancestors.
, what is called a cane among foreigners, those who came back from overseas, no matter how old their legs are, they have to stick this thing on first, wouldn’t they all have lame legs? "
"Hahaha~"
Once you say this, everyone will understand.
After teasing for a while, the old man in long robe and mandarin coat glanced at the young man who was still standing under the willow tree, touched the corner of his mouth, swayed his long braid, and walked towards the city with his cane. The topic in the mouth of those who stayed behind could not help but return.
When looking at that young man, they would have guessed everything, but they would never have guessed that the young man they said came from New China in the 21st century.
This young man, who was in disbelief, was named He Qi. After graduation, he successfully entered a well-known factory and became a standard social programmer. After working overtime for many days in a row to catch up on a project, he suddenly felt dizzy and lost consciousness.
, fell down on the workstation, unconscious.
When He Qi opened his eyes, he found that he had come to this strange world. He couldn't believe it for a while. After a long time, he was dragged back to reality by a heart-burning hunger. As the saying goes, people are iron and rice is
Steel, after not eating for a whole meal, was starving. He had to fill his stomach first before he could make plans for the future. However, after He Qi groped around for a while, he only found a few steel coins in his pocket.
Although He Qi has not officially come into contact with this era, from the costumes of the people walking on the street, what he said is like a Beijing movie, and he has some speculation in his heart. The old and the new are alternating, and the East and the West are in the same boat. In Chinese history, except for that era,
What other era could it be?
Seeing that there were only a few steel coins left in his hand, He Qi felt helpless for a while, and finally threw it into the river with the pain of throwing it into the river. He used the money from the later dynasty to pay the previous dynasty's bill. He Qi was very sure that he was going to be invited to tea.
of.
What to do next?
People who are full of food probably don't understand what it means to be hungry, and they may not even say something like "food that won't come without complaining", but if they are locked up in a dark room and starved for several days, they will definitely be miserable and cry out for food.
Have a meal.
He Qi was really hungry and couldn't care less. She decided to try her luck by being thick-skinned, just in case she met someone kind!
"Here! The buns are so hot! The buns are so hot, so keep doing it. This bun is so hot, and the dough buns are so hot."
“Zhongyuan offal, delicious and not expensive!”
“Haggis soup, authentic haggis soup, if it’s not authentic, it’s free!”
"Here comes the garlic, good leeks, yo hi, xuelihong eh, pickled pimples!"
A bowl of hot wontons, a bite of sesame seed cakes, and a plate of pickles. Hey, guess what, we old Peiping people just like this. It's just the simplest breakfast, but He Qi's mouth watered when he saw it.
He kept hesitating, and the heartburning hunger seemed to burst out. After taking a sharp breath, he finally took steps and walked towards the nearest wonton stall.
But seeing the steaming steam from the big pot, there was a figure standing in it for no reason. He remained silent for a long time, but his eyes were bright and he was staring at the meal. The waiter was very curious and asked:
"Sir, do you want to have breakfast?"
"Yeah!" He Qi nodded and hummed, still looking eagerly.
"I wonder what you want to eat, sir?" the waiter asked again.
He Qi looked to the left and right and saw no one was around. He lowered his voice and whispered softly: "I was in a hurry and forgot to bring money. I wonder if I can get a bowl of wontons on credit. I will pay double the amount the next day."
Everyone knows that "forgot to bring money" is just an excuse. It is serious to have no money. They are all small businesses. They set up stalls before dawn. It is not easy to make some money. This makes the waiter feel embarrassed for a moment. He rubs his clothes with his hands.
Not knowing what to do, I couldn't help but turn my head and look at the boss who was kneading dough on the chopping board.
The boss kept kneading the noodles with his hands, only looked up and said with a smile: "This shop is here every day, sir, you can come by yourself." Then he said to the waiter: "San'er, give me a bowl of wontons for you.
"
Facing the gazes from the diners in the breakfast stall, the atmosphere was really awkward. He Qi suddenly felt a burning sensation on Bo Bo's face, but her heart was warmed by it. She quickly nodded to the stall owner and said:
"Thanks!"
"Hey! When you are out and about, no one needs help. I guess your husband accidentally got into trouble. It's just a bowl of wontons. It doesn't matter." The boss smiled again.
These words reached He Qi's heart, but he remembered this kindness in his heart and bowed deeply to the noodle boss again.
Suddenly, a powerful voice sounded at the right time: "It's not easy to run a small shop. Mr. Zhang asked for Mr. Zhang's wontons."
He Qi followed the sound and saw that he was one of the diners. He was wearing a felt hat, a long head, a pointed chin, and a patched gray thin shirt. He was sitting at a table alone, leaning against the straw shed.
Pillar, one foot is still on another stool, he doesn't look like a good person!
Before He Qi could speak, he heard the stall owner shouting to the man: "Don't worry, a bowl of wontons is nothing. It's not worthy of Mr. Zhang's words. Mr. Zhang only wants to eat and drink well. San'er
, What are you doing standing there stupidly, not serving tea for Mr. Zhang?"
"Hey!" The waiter San'er reluctantly picked up the teapot and poured some tea, then placed it perfunctorily in front of Mr. Zhang, muttering something only he could hear: "I haven't paid the breakfast money I owed a few days ago.
Today I am pretending to be poor and generous."
He Qi didn't know this, thinking that people should not be judged by their appearance, and now they met a warm-hearted person. No matter what, he at least opened his mouth and nodded hurriedly towards this man.