Sanshanmen has been called Shuiximen since the Tang and Song Dynasties, so even though the Ming Dynasty changed its name to Sanshanmen, people are still accustomed to calling it Shuiximen.
In the world line where Zhou Changfeng is located, one kilometer west from Shuiximen Street is Mochou Lake Park, and then one kilometer further west, you can come to a place engraved with a history of shame and pain.
However, what is now located here is Jianye University, which is a university of literature and history.
At the gate of the school is a tall archway with exquisite patterns that can be called gaudy. There are four large gilt characters written on the blue plaque, and the glazed tiles shine under the summer sun.
Opposite it, there is another university called "Imperial Gezhi University". Its gate is like building blocks, made of stone, horizontally and vertically.
The plaque is also unique. It is a thick aluminum alloy plate several meters long, and the characters are written in regular script, which is famous for its square and thick style.
At this moment, driving eastward and passing between the two, with literature and history on the left and science and engineering on the right, Zhou Changfeng was a little moved by the wonderful feeling of time and space deviation.
"This is where I study." Xia Xiaoshi, who was in the passenger seat, pointed to Jianye University on the left.
"Ah? Really?"
"I mentioned it in my second letter, don't you remember?"
"Oh, remember."
Xia Xiaoshi was a little unhappy when she saw him looking like he was just waking up from a dream. This guy was obviously distracted just now!
"What were you thinking about?" she asked.
"Nothing, just some bad memories." After saying that, seeing that she was doubtful, Zhou Changfeng said casually, "Standing guard over Xiyuan is very tiring. I used to hate going there the most."
The peripheral security of Xiyuan is handled by the Third Mixed Brigade, which changes every three days. Each team takes a turn. Those who had just graduated and joined the army suffered a lot - patrolling or standing guard under the bright sun in the hot summer. , Sun peeling is considered light.
Xia Xiaoshi didn't say much more, and instead talked about interesting stories from her past days in college, such as the time when they were kicked out by the military police on duty because they got carried away while having fun and strayed into a restricted area.
As the number one scenic spot in Jinling, the beautiful Mochou Lake Scenic Area is open to the public in normal times, but tickets must be paid; at the same time, the area of the Imperial Hotel on the south bank is a restricted area.
As for Zhou Changfeng, his bad memories were also covered up by thinking of the current situation in Japan, a small country.
After the frantic issuance of national debt and the failure of the whole country to tighten their belts and gamble on the national destiny, the small country of Zuoer collapsed and shattered into pieces, as if it had returned to the Warring States Period.
In the chaos, each vassal received the great powers who were eyeing them.
Since it has already established a certain industrial base and has a population of 40 million in the decades after the Restoration, it is considered a qualified product dumping ground - after all, if you are really poor and destitute, you will not be able to digest too many industrial products. .
While everyone rushed to divide it up, the Ming Dynasty who participated in it designated the entire urban area of Nagasaki as a "concession". Of course, according to the Ming Dynasty, it was actually the establishment of the Xuan comfort mission.
In the next forty years to now, as the Ming Dynasty's sphere of influence has completely covered Kyushu Island, Saga Domain, Fukuoka Domain, Kumamoto Domain, and Satsuma Domain have all voluntarily or been forced to become vassals and pay tribute.
Countries such as Britain, France, Russia, Germany, and Italy each occupied some cities as concessions. Tokyo was particularly special, with fully one-third of its territory designated as public concessions.
Is this the result of challenging the status of the Chinese Empire? Zhou Changfeng couldn't help but find it particularly funny and ironic.
After driving slowly through Sanshanmen, with Xia Xiaoshi guiding the way, the car traveled through the streets of Nancheng District and finally arrived at a large independent restaurant.
Recalling that he had made at least four turns along the way, Zhou Changfeng couldn't help but ask: "Do you have such a good sense of direction? I feel that many girls don't know the way."
"Maybe I'm different from ordinary people." Xia Xiaoshi thought for a while, then pretended to be confused and asked: "Also, how do you know that girls don't know the way?"
No, the point is obviously the previous sentence.
Zhou Changfeng, who was a little embarrassed, coughed dryly and said: "Ahem... I heard... I heard."
"oh."
I believe you!
Xia Xiaoshi pouted, and after the car parked in the parking space, she got out of the car with a fan.
She swung the folding fan over her head and walked quickly to the door of the restaurant.
The waiter at the door cupped his hands and said, "You two?"
"Um."
"Okay, the best of both worlds - please take a seat -"
After going up to the second floor, Xia Xiaoshi chose a seat by the window, a table with four immortals, and the two of them sat opposite each other.
"What do you two want?"
"A set of Bajue, small portion, and a small portion of hot and sour noodles."
The waiter in the restaurant quickly wrote a few words in a small book, and then asked: "Do you want spicy oil?"
"don't want."
"Do you want anything else?"
"No more."
So the waiter turned around and left. Zhou Changfeng looked confused - I haven't ordered yet!
Unexpectedly, Xia Xiaoshi on the opposite side said disapprovingly: "There are sixteen dishes, which must be enough for you."
Although it is called the Eight Wonders of Qinhuai, there are actually sixteen dishes in total.
These snacks can be bought one by one at small stalls in the streets, or you can buy set meals in restaurants and restaurants.
"Then what do you eat?"
"I eat noodles. There are still sixteen dishes and I'll eat a little of each."
Zhou Changfeng burst out laughing, "I thought you said you were going to have big fish and meat for a big meal, but you didn't expect to order this?"
"I'm thinking about you." Xia Xiaoshi pointed to the menu next to her, "Look, it's very expensive. The food in Qiuyue Pavilion is delicious, but it's just too expensive. I can count the number of times I've been here on one hand. Come here."
"Indeed." Zhou Changfeng nodded and asked, "Does the name of this store have any meaning?"
Xia Xiaoshi thought that this guy must not have listened carefully before going to school, and then explained without changing his expression: "It comes from Li Taibai's "The West Tower of Jinling City Ode to the Moon", 'White clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, white dew drops drop the autumn moon'."
Zhou Changfeng, who was disliked, decided not to talk about this kind of thing in the future because it would easily make him appear uneducated.
But then he felt relieved. How could he, an infantry officer, compare with his teacher? And Xia Xiaoshi not only teaches Chinese, but according to her, she also occasionally provides music lessons.
As early as the Tang and Song Dynasties, there were literary reform movements such as the "Ancient Prose Movement". When Ming Dynasty faced the great changes in modern times, it also had large-scale cultural reforms and ideological emancipation, which people called the "New Wending Revolution."
It was initiated relatively early and can be traced back to the later years of Ming Zhezong, that is, the Tomorrow-Renchen War.
As for the compulsory courses for primary and secondary school students, unlike Chinese and Chinese, Ming Dynasty called it Chinese, which is a combination of Chinese characters, literature, and culture.
Later, one dish after another was served.
Feeling a little thirsty, Xia Xiaoshi raised her eyes and asked, "Is there anything you want to drink? Sour plum soup? Mung bean soup? Coke?"
"Coke!" Zhou Changfeng chose iced Coke without hesitation.
The coldness, the bubbles, and the slightly flushed feeling on the nose, what could be more refreshing than a sip of Coke in the hot summer?
While the two were chatting while eating, they were downstairs.
A Yuanhang brand black car stopped on the roadside in front of Qiuyue Pavilion, and Shen Yu, who was smartly dressed, opened the door and got out of the car.
The accompanying subordinate stared at the plaque, then pointed at the particularly conspicuous off-road vehicle in the parking lot and said: "Boss, this is, look, his car."
