Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't know yet that in such a short time, he had become someone's uncle.
Now Xiang Xiaoqiang and Qiu Qiu are still chatting in the store.
"Then what..." Before making a joke, Xiang Xiaoqiang stopped pretending to understand, "Let me ask, how much does your 'Ming Yang' cost per pound?"
Qiu Qiu thought for a moment and said:
"Well, one dollar can be exchanged for about one dollar and a quarter."
"Excuse me, how much is one dollar worth now?"
Qiu Qiu just wanted to express his surprise, but he glanced at him, swallowed, and explained honestly:
"It's hard to say how much it's worth, well... let's just link it to gold. Anyway, one ounce of gold is currently worth 35 US dollars, which is also worth 50 mingyang."
35 U.S. dollars is worth 1 ounce of gold, and 50 mingyang is also worth 1 ounce of gold. Well, Xiang Xiaoqiang did some mental math, it's almost 1 to 1 yuan 4.
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"Then...how much is an ounce?"
"Hmm..." Qiu Qiu thought again, "One ounce is about 31.00 grams."
Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart was pounding as he calculated how much Xiao Nizi's clothes were worth and how much her monthly salary as a captain would be.
In later generations, 1 gram of gold was worth about 200 yuan, and 1 ounce was 31 grams, which was worth 6,200 yuan; 1 ounce was worth 50 mingyang, and 6,200 was divided by 50, which is 124. In other words, this thing called "mingyang" cost 1 yuan
The money is equivalent to 124 yuan in later generations!
Of course Xiang Xiaoqiang knows that this calculation cannot be completely done, but even if differences in productivity, purchasing power, etc. are removed, it is still quite a lot!
Xiao Nizi's outfit costs 30 yuan, which is equivalent to 3,720 yuan! This is only half a month's salary for her, so isn't Xiao Nizi's monthly salary equivalent to 7,440 yuan! Just now, I was afraid of stabbing her, damn,
It’s obvious that they are high-paying people!
Think about it, you are in the submarine force and you are the captain. Even in China in the future, if you are the captain of a submarine, how much less will your salary be?
"Well..." Xiang Xiaoqiang wanted to find out what level of income she had in the Ming Dynasty. "How much do other ordinary people earn in a month?"
Qiu Qiu felt that he had just come from the Qing Dynasty and was unclear about the income and purchasing power level of the Ming Dynasty. It was normal for him to want to find out as soon as possible. She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said slowly:
"This...not necessarily. Like the people on my boat, some of them get more than 30, some get more than 40, and some get more than 20. If you are an ordinary infantryman, you only get a few yuan, and the non-commissioned officer gets a little more.
, there are even more officers, and some can get dozens of yuan. There are also pilots, who can also get dozens of yuan."
"What about the civilians?"
Qiu Qiu shook his head:
"I don't know about this. Anyway, for ordinary workers, male workers usually get more than ten yuan, while female workers only get a few yuan. In the Great Depression in the past few years, their workers have been very pitiful. They can't find a job, and they can't find a good salary.
It’s also dropped a lot.”
Xiang Xiaoqiang finally understood how Xiao Nizi dared to spend money so lavishly. She already earned a lot, and now the whole world was in the Great Depression after 1929. Others were unemployed and bankrupt, but she
This kind of person who eats the royal rations should still get as much as he wants. If it decreases or increases, others will become poor, and she will naturally become rich.
This has always been the case. In the late 1980s and early 1990s in China, when the economy was growing wildly and gold was everywhere, everyone envied those who went to sea. But in recent years, when unemployment has surged and social security has been lacking, everyone has
They all envy civil servants, teachers, doctors, and military officers.
Without any trouble, Xiang Xiaoqiang asked Qiu Qiu to "take the initiative" to lend him a hundred yuan and paid the bill himself. Although it was no different, he felt much better. He bought a suit, a few replacement clothes, and a sweater.
, shoes, and in addition, it was fashionable for men to wear hats at this time, so he also bought himself a hat. Although he bought them cheaply, these things still cost nearly forty yuan.
A little girl from Qiuqiu took her fancy to another hat, which cost nine yuan. Xiang Xiaoqiang asked to buy it for her, and the little girl happily accepted. Xiang Xiaoqiang converted it into RMB in his heart and was shocked. It was so small.
What a hat! But true to his word, he gritted his teeth and paid the bill.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Nizi fell in love with things one after another, all of which were expensive. Xiang Xiaoqiang had to bite the bullet and buy them for her, but Xiao Nizi was very sensible and wouldn't let him pay for anything. Xiang Xiaoqiang was ready to wait.
I'll treat Qiu Qiu to dinner later at noon. Spend a dollar or two and find a nice place.
In this way, there is almost fifty yuan left in my pocket, which is more than six thousand yuan when converted into RMB. It should be enough to rely on this money to tide over the current difficulties and gain a temporary foothold, right?
Looking at the big and small bags in front of him, Xiang Xiaoqiang was worried about how he would go shopping. Qiu Qiu waved and called the lobby manager, wrote down an address and asked him to send everything there. Xiang Xiaoqiang followed suit and also
Write down an address and ask them to send the big cotton-padded jacket back to the Ming Military Intelligence Bureau.
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"Ahem, sir," the manager felt embarrassed, scratched the back of his head, and pointed to the note humbly, "Excuse me, how do you pronounce this word?"
"Huh? What's wrong? The word is pronounced 'jun', which means army."
"Oh, I understand...what about this?"
Xiang Xiaoqiang gave him a strange look and said:
"This word is pronounced 'bao', which means newspaper. Why, manager... you... don't know how to read?"
The manager looked at him with strange eyes, coughed twice in embarrassment, picked up the pen, and re-wrote "Ming Military Intelligence Bureau" under the "Ming Dynasty Military Intelligence Bureau" written by Xiaoqiang, and then handed it over to the person below.
"Ah..." Xiang Xiaoqiang glanced at it and immediately understood, and he was confused again. Since he was using traditional Chinese characters at this time and he couldn't write them, it was really a big problem.
…
When the two of them walked out of the department store in neat clothes and light clothes, Xiaoqiang calculated that the one hundred yuan he lent him, plus the nearly one hundred yuan Xiaonizi spent on herself, this amount was already very impressive.
I'm shocked. Even if Xiaonizi has a high salary, she can't bear to squander it like this! Let alone 60 yuan a month, even 160 yuan is not enough. But looking at Qiu Qiu, she still doesn't care, like
It's just like everyone else.
"Goushun," in a black car, Snail turned his head and said to a younger brother beside him, "the two people who just came out are the eldest lady and our uncle. Do you see clearly?"
Gou Shun nodded: "I see clearly!"
"Okay, let's go!"
The dog slipped out of the car, put on his round sunglasses, pulled down the brim of his hat, looked around, shook off the cigarette butt, and followed.
…
Qiu Qiu was like a tour guide, chirping and explaining what she saw. She felt that Xiang Xiaoqiang had just come from the Qing Dynasty and didn’t know anything. It was her responsibility to fill in the basic knowledge for him. Xiang Xiaoqiang also listened eagerly and combined it with future generations.
Through experience, we established our understanding of this Ming Dynasty bit by bit.
In later generations, the largest commercial center in Nanjing was Xinjiekou. But now, according to Qiu Qiu, there are two commercial centers in Nanjing, one is the Gulou Commercial District in the north, and the other is the Confucius Temple Commercial District in the south.
The Qinhuai area is ten miles away.
Although the Xinjiekou Square between the north and the south is prosperous, it is more of the political center of Nanjing, just like Tiananmen Square in Beijing. Changping Road extending eastward from here was home to most of the Ming Dynasty's military.
, political and legal units, city government, parliament building, Supreme Court, police station, Imperial Bank, Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Ministry of Industry and Commerce, Ministry of Finance, Capital Garrison Headquarters, Ministry of War, Ministry of Navy, Inspectorate...etc., all the time
To the far east end, you will find the Forbidden City known as "No. 1 Changping Road" and the official residence of the Chief Minister known as "No. 2 Changping Road".
It’s strange to say that in general, throughout the Chinese dynasties, the imperial palace was located in the center of the capital. However, the Forbidden City in Nanjing in the Ming Dynasty was different. It was located in the southeast of Nanjing City, at the intersection of Zhongshan East Road and Yudao Street in later generations, which was known as
The place known as the "Forbidden City of the Ming Dynasty" is almost at the foot of Purple Mountain and only a ten-minute drive from Xiaoling Mausoleum halfway up the mountain.
It’s not that the emperors of the Ming Dynasty were particularly filial, it’s because Nanjing is located in a hilly area and is surrounded by rivers, lakes, and mountains. From the shape of the city to the planning and layout, it is not as regular as Beijing and Xi’an in the north. But that is.
Come back, under the current military confrontation between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait, the layout of the city with its center of gravity in the southeast is conducive to defense. Once a war breaks out, it is still more than ten kilometers away from the riverside defense line. It is a shallow and deep zone. Generally,
The small-caliber artillery shells could not land here. Even if the Qing army came across the river, they would still have time to organize a defense and not be rushed to the palace in one fell swoop.
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Xiang Xiaoqiang stood under the giant sculpture in the Xinjiekou Circular Square, looking up, and his heart could not help but surge. He had participated in red tourism in later generations, and had also paid homage to many monuments. For some reason, he had never been as excited as he is now.
Surging.
This Western-style sculpture monument is too vivid and sensational. Think about it, the lost territory is compared to a child that died in infancy, and a grief-stricken mother knelt here holding her and crying. This was seen by Chinese and foreign tourists coming and going.
, how touched and sympathetic to the Ming Dynasty!
"This sculpture is called the 'Monument to the Fall of Jiangbei,'" Qiu Qiu said softly. "It was erected in 1900, at the beginning of the century. The great sculptor Rodin was invited to make it. This is a replica. The original is much smaller. The collection
In the 'Yads Holocaust Memorial Museum'."
"Hmm? What memorial?"
"Qing Army Jiangnan Massacre Memorial Hall. I will take you to see it if you have the chance."
"Oh," Xiang Xiaoqiang remembered, "it's to commemorate the 'Ten Days of Yangzhou' and the 'Three Massacres of Jiading' that year, right?"
Qiu Qiu's eyes showed sorrow and anger, and he said silently:
"Not just Yangzhou and Jiading? When the Tatars invaded the south of the Yangtze River, was there any state or county that was not massacred? Until now, it is often reported in newspapers that houses were built and foundations were laid, and thousands of people's pits were dug.
People are coming."
Xiang Xiaoqiang nodded and fell silent. He lamented secretly, why is our nation always being massacred by foreigners? For thousands of years, the history of the Chinese nation can be said to be a history of blood and tears of being repeatedly massacred by foreigners. Time and time again,
Large and small, they have never stopped: Xiongnu, Turks, Uighurs, Dangxiang, Khitan, Jurchen, Mongolia, Manchu... I wonder if there will be Japan in a few years?
Probably not? Xiaoqiang thought, in standard history, China was extremely poor and weak at this time, and it could be said that it looked like it was being invaded; but looking at now, the Qing Dynasty is so powerful, the Ming Dynasty can compete with it
The confrontation is not a weak one. Xiaoqiang calculated that his time travel would last for five years, and he would not go back until the end of 1940. According to standard history, Japan would fully invade China in 1937, the year after tomorrow. Although the current situation is not
The standard history is like that, but he is not sure whether it will happen. Xiang Xiaoqiang does not want the war to ruin his time travel. Although the time travel experiences of many adults in the novel are indispensable for wars and fierce battles, Xiang Xiaoqiang
I just want these five years to be peaceful and the "Twelve dozen Hui Ming Dynasties" who guard him to live happily. But don't let a war break out and destroy the country and the family.
...Even if I leave in five years, I must not do it...
Xiang Xiaoqiang thought to himself as he looked at Qiu Qiu, who was standing silently in front of the monument with a holy and angelic expression.