The next day, Shu Guan got up early and walked out of his shack in high spirits.
Outside, many Taoyuan villagers were already walking toward the tidal flat, carrying shovels, sickles and other tools.
If you want to build a house there, you must first cut down the reeds and then level the land.
Everyone's face is filled with expectant and excited smiles, which is their longing for their new home.
Yes, who knows what will happen in the future?
Living your life well now is the most important thing.
Looking at this scene, Shu Guan put behind him the thoughts he had when he was feeling depressed last night.
Well, men actually have a few weird days every month. This is something that has been scientifically proven in his previous life.
Shu Guan attributed yesterday's gloomy mood to his own physiological reasons.
Then he called Wang Dahu and Zhang Yadan and prepared to go shopping in the city.
Before going up the mountain to practice Taoism, he wanted to have a good understanding of the world down the mountain.
After all, this is not a mythical world where immortals are superior to all living beings.
Only by understanding this world can he know how to help the Taoyuan villagers live a good life here.
Wang Dahu and Zhang Yadan followed him out of the shack with nervous and uneasy faces.
Today, Shuguan also changed into the clothes sent by Director Chen. However, the first batch of clothes sent by Director Chen was not large in quantity, so only some people could change into them first.
Shuguan wears a pale white cardigan on the upper body, and a pair of strappy trousers of the same color on the lower body. It is still full of the style of traditional Dahua clothing, but it is not as cumbersome and heavy as the kind of coat they used to wear. The fabric is somewhat like the polyester fabric Shuguan used in his previous life. It is light, thin and breathable, allowing Shuguan to finally feel the atmosphere of modern civilization that he has not seen for a long time.
And now that he has a new appearance, although he can't be said to be very handsome, he has a slender and tall figure, and his muscles are as graceful as a cheetah without feeling bloated. Therefore, wearing a simple Han shirt on his body is quite impressive. It's pleasing to the eye.
Wang Dahu was also wearing a black Han shirt, but he was a little too short, just over 1.6 meters tall, and he was very strong. A Han shirt was worn on him, and the hem almost hung down to his knees, and his chest But the buttons on the front were almost bursting, which looked a bit funny.
I'm afraid this kid's future clothes will have to be specially customized, which is another expense.
Shu Guan cursed.
As for Zhang Yadan, she was still wearing the thin half-sleeved shirt from last night. It seemed that she really liked this dress. Her snow-white neck was straight, and she felt a sense of pride and joy as she realized the beauty of her body for the first time.
Shu Guan and his two friends who had grown up since childhood walked towards the unfamiliar city in the distance.
"Brother Mazi, are we going shopping now?"
"yes."
"Then what exactly is shopping for?"
"Going shopping means eating what you like, buying clothes you like, and seeing if you can meet someone you like..."
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Jingcheng is a very large city. Two rivers meet on the plain, dividing Jingcheng into three urban areas, namely Yingcheng, Jiangyang and Jiangkou.
The Guishan Mountain, where Shanxi Guan is located, is in Jiangyang District.
Compared with Jiangkou District, which is prosperous in commerce, and Yingcheng District, where military and political dignitaries gather, Jiangyang District is the gateway to the three towns of Jingcheng, with the most dangerous strategic position. In addition to a large number of troops stationed, the city is also dotted with various Plant a factory.
Two hundred and eighty years ago, the two major powers in the Western Continent, the Yinjili Empire and the French Empire, divided their forces into two groups and attacked the capital of the Great China and Jingcheng, an important place in the hinterland of the Central Plains. Jingcheng was opened as a port.
The factories in Jiangyang District were originally invested and established by the Baiyi people. After the establishment of the Republic of China, they also ambitiously wanted to build Hanyang District into an industrial center in the Central Plains.
The sky above Hanyang District is filled with black smoke from the towering chimneys of those factories almost all year round.
However, Guishan is located in the suburbs of Hanyang District and is on the riverside, so the air quality is better. However, when entering the city, Shuguan only felt that his nose was filled with a faint smell of burnt coal.
Before setting off, Shu Guan had already asked the middle-aged Taoist priest who was in charge of contacting Taiyi Temple in the shanty town. Not far from Guishan, there was a very lively Xiushui Street, so he might as well go and have a look.
When Shu Guan heard the words "Xiushui Street", he felt that they sounded familiar. He immediately remembered that when he went to Shanji Temple for the first time a few days ago, when he left, he heard Li Zhixia instruct the young Taoist priest named Sang to go to Xiushui Street to check for the eighteen The cat died.
So...will I do these things myself in the future?
Starting from the foot of Guishan Mountain, it took more than twenty minutes for Shu Guan, Wang Dahu, and Zhang Yadan to finally reach Xiushui Street, which the middle-aged Taoist priest said was very close.
This is a street wide enough for three or four people to walk side by side. The ground is paved with bluestone slabs. The street is winding and lined with various shops, high and low, but the highest is only three stories high. Basically, The wooden houses looked quite old, and the roads were quite dirty. In the ditches beside the roads, there were all kinds of leftover food, fruit peels, and even rotting rat carcasses dumped.
The most people walking on the streets at this time are workers in a hurry. Some are rushing to work in the factory, and some have already worked the night shift all night and are dragging their tired bodies home.
"Hot dry noodles, hot hot dry noodles."
"Tofu skin, three fresh tofu skin, you will be satisfied after one bite."
"Baozi, we sell steamed buns, just out of the cage."
In the breakfast shops along the street, the sound of hawking was heard one after another. The aroma of food mixed with the smell of rotting garbage gave people an indescribable feeling.
Shu Guan took a deep smell of the smell in the air.
This is the taste of the city that I haven’t seen for a long time!
As for Wang Dahu and Zhang Yadan, they were already dumbstruck, looking at everything around them with extremely shocked eyes. To them, everything on this street was so incredible, something they had never dreamed of before. scene.
"Let's eat something first!"
None of them had breakfast when they came out in the morning. Shu Guan originally planned to come here to eat because he hadn't had such breakfast for a long time.
Shu Guan looked around, picked a breakfast shop with the largest number of people, greeted Wang Dahu and Zhang Yadan, who were still in a daze, and walked in.
I ordered three portions of hot dry noodles, a few pieces of tofu skin, a drawer of soup dumplings, and a large bowl of soup noodles. There were only five or six tables in the shop, and they were all crowded at this time, except for one in the corner. There are still a few empty seats at the table.
Shu Guan walked over with the breakfast and asked Wang Dahu and Zhang Yadan to sit down first. Then he smiled at the guest beside him who was eating hot dry noodles and said:
"Sorry, let's share a table."
The guest raised his head, but he was a middle-aged man with an unusually high forehead, sparse eyebrows, a lion's nose and a wide mouth, with a strange appearance.
"Sit down, take a seat if it's available, why are you so polite?"
The middle-aged diner glanced at Shu Guan, said something noncommittal, and then continued to eat his hot dry noodles.
So the three people in Shuguan also started to eat breakfast.
"It's so delicious, Mazi. Let's eat here every day from now on!"
Wang Dahu devoured a mouthful of noodles, then hurriedly stuffed a piece of bean curd into his mouth, shouting indistinctly.
Zhang Yadan, on the other hand, was holding a bowl of glutinous rice noodle soup and eating it with great enthusiasm, with a look of satisfaction on her face.
Let’s wait until you can make money by working hard on the dock!
Shu Guan said this silently in his heart, ignored Wang Dahu, and slowly tasted the soup dumplings by himself. The taste was really good, the skin was thin and the soup was fresh. I could come to this shop more often.
In the middle of eating, I saw three men wearing black short coats and baggy knickerbockers, with crooked eyebrows and squinting eyes, and full of runny eyes appearing at the door of the store.
The rather burly man at the head didn't say anything, and directly pointed his palm at the shop owner standing at the door. The shop owner quickly took out a few banknotes from under the counter and put them respectfully in the hand of the leading man. superior.
The man stuffed the money into his arms, then grabbed two buns on the shop floor, eating them while preparing to walk to the next shop.
At this time, he saw Zhang Yadan sitting in the corner of the store.
The burly man was startled for a moment, and then his eyes flashed with astonishment. Then he waved to the other two men behind him, strode into the store, and walked towards Shu Guan's table.
Shu glanced at the men walking over, glanced at the table, and then took out all the chopsticks from the chopstick bucket on the table.
There were about fifty or sixty of them, and when clenched together they were thicker than the mouth of a bowl. Shu Guan held both ends of the chopsticks and gently broke them. There was a crunching sound, and all the chopsticks were broken into two parts.
The three men who had just walked to their table suddenly froze in place, and what they wanted to say was forced back into their stomachs.
The middle-aged man next to him raised his head and glanced at Shu Guan in surprise.
Shuguan, on the other hand, had continued to eat the buns.
Just now I saw the eyes of the three men staring at Zhang Yadan, and I knew without even guessing what they wanted to do when they came over.
But Shu Guan really had no interest in fighting with these gangsters, nor did he have any interest in pretending to be a pig, eating a tiger, and slapping each other in the face.
He found these things very boring.
real.
