The Jinpu Line has a total length of about 1,000 kilometers, starting from Pingjin in the north and ending at the North Pukou of the Jinling River in the south. It took four years to complete. It is the main artery connecting the north and south economies. Before the Jinpu Line, if goods from the south wanted to be transported to the north, they had to use the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal.
Or sea transportation, a one-way trip takes a long time. If there is a drought year, God does not rain and the canal water level is not enough, land transportation will be required, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive.
The old-style steam train emitted thick black smoke, slowly starting from Pingjin and heading south along the Jinpu Line. Passing through the clouds and smoke, memories of the new era suddenly appeared in He Qi's mind, and he suddenly remembered 2022.
When I graduate from college and go to the capital to visit relatives and friends, I take the high-speed train from Wuwei Station in the early morning and arrive before noon.
The past is close in front of us, but a hundred years apart, which often makes He Qi full of doubts. Sometimes, in the dead of night, He Qi will even wonder whether he is a person of the new era who has wandered into time and space and returned to a hundred years ago, or whether he himself is
For people of this era, their memories of the new era are just a dream.
Whenever he has such doubts, He Qi will desperately look for evidence to prove that he is indeed a person of the new era, and he will pray that the warm sunshine in the morning will shine on his face to wake him up, stretch and yawn,
Looking out of the window, I was surprised to find that there was a city of high-rise buildings outside. The downstairs were full of people the size of small ants. It turned out that I woke up and returned to Room 2803, Building 3, Shui'an Yihe Garden Community.
Unfortunately, after praying so many times, he never succeeded. When He Qi woke up in the morning countless times, the first thing he saw was the quaint roof, and only the sunshine outside the window was always warm.
Gu Rushui was carefully reading the chess scores sent by Ju Chang. Brother Xun was addicted to cigarettes and went to the car connection. He Qi was staring out the window in trance, with frustration on his face. Qian Xuan reached out and patted He Qi awake.
Puzzled: "As soon as the train left, you seemed to have lost your mind. What's wrong?"
He Qi came back to his senses, shook his head, and said with a forced smile: "This car is running too slow, wobbling, and it's easy to get sleepy."
Qian Xuan squeezed his eyes and exclaimed: "Is this too slow? It only takes one day to get from Pingjin to Jinling. In the past, it would have been unthinkable."
"Is one day fast?" He Qi raised his eyebrows, disapprovingly, and looked at the carriage again, and became even more disdainful. The hard wooden chairs hurt the buttocks, and they were not soundproof.
Having said that, it is not smooth yet, far worse than the Harmony.
Qian Xuan got excited and calculated the time for water transportation and land transportation for He Qi with his fingers. He also listed the railways in other countries in the world and finally said proudly: "Our railway is as fast as those in Western countries."
, tell me, is there anything faster than this?"
It is best not to argue with patriotic and passionate young people like Qian Xuan about the things they are proud of, because they will argue with you endlessly and exhaustively based on the principle that their own things are the best.
There are countless evidences to support their views, just like on YouTube, Sange netizens always like to use Vick
The Rand is compared with the 005 nuclear power, Bombay is compared with Shanghai, Universe Nation netizens always like to compare the plug-in kf-21 with the J35, and the Missing King is compared with the 055A. So at the end of the comparison, when a comrade from a certain war accident bureau takes action, the third brother and the Universe
The two countries decisively started to fight each other, and they all boasted that they were the best brother in Asia.
He Qi nodded, curled his lips, and said perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, yes! Everything you said is right!"
Qian Xuan was obviously unhappy, and took on the posture of breaking the casserole and asking questions, insisting on asking the truth.
He Qi: "You don't believe me even if I tell you."
Qian Xuan: "You really said that?"
He Qi: "Did I really say that?"
Qian Xuan: "Say!"
He Qi: "If I said that the train I took was 300km\h, would you believe it?"
After calculating that the time required to get from Pingjin to Jinling was less than 4 hours, Qian Xuan was stunned, then smiled, shook his head, waved his hands and said: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."
He Qi: "Look, I know you don't believe it, so it's all in vain."
Qian Xuanqian smiled and said: "Then tell me, where in the world can there be such a train?"
He Qi turned around and said with a sly smile: "I dreamed about it."
Qian Xuan laughed immediately because He Qi was joking.
These days, no one believes the truth. He Qi folded her arms and looked out the window again, feeling very helpless.
On the North China Plain at night, the breeze is calm, the Milky Way unfolds, and under the starry sky, a train is speeding, all the way south. It arrives in Jinan in the first half of the night, crosses the Yellow River Bridge, and in the middle of the night, arrives in Xuzhou, a big city in northern Jiangsu. This is East China.
At an important transportation hub, the vehicle repaired for a while, then set off again, heading west slightly, and entered Huizhou Province in the early morning.
On the afternoon of the 19th, the train slowly pulled into the terminal station Jiangbei Pukou. During the more than 20 hours of journey, apart from sitting, he ate big white steamed buns and drank cold water. He Qi suffered from backache and back pain. He had been on the road for dozens of times.
Everyone who rides a green car knows this. After getting off the bus, a few people ate some hot soup at the station.
He Qi originally proposed to cross the river, visit the Qinhuai River, Confucius Temple, rest one night in Jinling, and go to Shanghai tomorrow. Anyway, there is plenty of time. However, Qian Xuan said that he had already taken a telegram for his students in advance, and he was afraid that he would not be there at night.
Waiting at the station.
After several people finished eating, they hurriedly took the small river boat to cross the river. Then they rushed to the train station and transferred to the Shanghai-Nanjing Line to Shanghai. They didn't arrive at Shanghai (original North Station) until dark, around seven or eight o'clock in the evening.
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The Shanghai Railway Station at night is full of modern atmosphere, with bright lights and many passengers, especially the four-story small western-style building with red brick walls, decorated with light-colored strips of inlay, marble columns and arched doors and windows.
Exquisite and majestic, it is the symbol of Shanghai Railway Station.
Standing on the platform, looking to the south, you can see the bright and continuous lights, the neon lights are dizzying, and the hustle and bustle of cars and horses is as if in your ears. This is the famous Shili Foreign Market, with a "boundary road" in the middle.
To distinguish between them, the Chinese border is to the north and the concession is to the south.
On the platform, among the people looking around, there were probably three emotions, either anger, helplessness, or envy. For He Qi, after understanding the devastation of this era, there was no such thing as envy. He just took a look.
I stopped watching.
Seeing He Qi's mediocre reaction, Qian Xuan joked: "The ancients said that if you have a hundred thousand guan in your pocket, you can ride a crane down to Yangzhou. Now that Yangzhou is right in front of you, don't you want to go and see it?"
He Qi said with a smile: "Once you have seen Manhattan, Times Square, London, and Paris, you will know that these are just clouds."
Gu Rushui asked: "What's the difference?"
Brother Xun has been to Tokyo, but has never been to the West, so he also looked over at this time.
He Qi smiled and said: "After all, the prosperity my stepfather raised was for others."
Qian Xuan: "How do you say this?"
He Qi glanced at it and said: "What can we do if even Dorgon can't handle it? Dorgon got Da Yu'er's body after all, but we are forced to marry several Western wives, saying that they are three wives and four wives.
Concubine, I won’t even touch you, I’m afraid I won’t even be as good as Dorgon.”
It was originally a bitter fact, but He Qi made a joke, and his seriousness instantly disappeared. Several people burst out laughing. Qian Xuan pointed at He Qi, smiled and said to Brother Xun: "He is always able to make wisecracks."
, If you don’t know some unofficial gossip, you really don’t know what he is talking about.”
He added: "What Yu Bai is talking about is not an unofficial history. They have a tradition of adopting step marriages. It is not impossible for three aunts and nephews to marry the same person, Dorgon and Zhuang Fei!"
Brother Xun lit up a cigarette and smiled without saying a word.