Song Siyuan took out the candied haws wrapped in kraft paper. The fine hawthorns were as bright red as cherries, and their round bellies were filled with white sugar syrup and sesame seeds. They were then tied into skewers in eight or nine pieces. They looked full of joy and smelled sweet.
Yue Guanchao picked up the candied haws and took a bite. He continued to look down Bagua Street from the top of the tall building, and had a panoramic view of Fengtian Ancient City in the distance.
Compared with the commercial port, this ancient city is less modern and fashionable. Residential and commercial buildings are densely interspersed in the urban gaps between the outer circle and the inner square. Several of the streets divide the city area, like blooming mandala flowers. From a distance, the red walls The Shengjing Imperial City with yellow tiles happens to be located in the inner city of Jiugongge, just like the core of a mandala sitting in the middle of the mandala!
He turned around inadvertently and could easily see that there was a very regular urban block to the west of the commercial port boundary. They were centered on the railway terminus in the western section and were divided by three roads. The rest of the land was mostly regular square blocks, dotted with residences and businesses. There are offices, shops, post offices, parks, schools, and police barracks. The bustling atmosphere is no less than that of a commercial port.
"Hey, Song Qianjin, is that land also a commercial port?"
Song Siyuan followed his finger and looked to the west, shaking her head at him:
"The commercial port is next to the Manchurian railway annex. They are not commercial ports but the Manchurian railway annex of the Oriental people. Generally, people are not allowed to enter easily. The Fengtian authorities opened the commercial port between the imperial cities to prevent the Manchurian railway annex. Expand eastward.”
"Oh, by the way, our newspaper published news a few days ago that the Japanese Haraguchi Wenichi and the Chinese comprador fraudulently purchased more than 900 acres of land in the preparatory sector. It is estimated that there will be a lawsuit over this matter. In recent years, it has been full of The land for the iron auxiliary land is extremely tight. Industrial, commercial and residential areas are not approved at all. They have been thinking of ways to expand the land. If there is no commercial port land, the auxiliary land has been developed to the roots of the imperial city. In short, the commercial port land is favored by foreigners. Now, these Japanese people don’t dare to act rashly.”
"Look over there~"
Song Siyuan took them to look to the north, where they could see semi-cylindrical multi-story high-rise buildings next to Fengtian Spinning Mill. Trains on the railway shuttled into the station from a distance like black centipedes, and countless people gathered in front and back in an endless stream.
"This is the Shengjing main station. When we set off in a few days, we will start from Shengjing Station, pass through the capital and then go north to Shaanxi."
"No, it's not your first time coming to Fengtian. I heard from Niudelu that you and Uncle Yue often come to the teahouse to rest. Why do I feel like you don't understand Fengtian at all."
Song Siyuan looked him up and down with curious eyes.
Yue Guanchao stared at Mingming with his single eyes and looked at her: "Song Qianjin, you are so frivolous. The Fengtian in your eyes is completely different from the Fengtian in the eyes of poor people like us."
"Second uncle and I never imagined that we could have such a relationship with you, just like Sun Daqiao. If it weren't for your great face, he would never be able to step through the door of the Foreign Traders General Hospital in his life. Even if he did, he would have to Being kicked out, this is a very typical person who is not from the same group."
"When we came to Fengtian, we looked up at faces and looked down at the carriages. All we could think about was making more money. How could we have time to go to the top floor to see the scenery? This is only a hobby for a rich and idle person like you. Think about it, the poor people are already poor, and they feel so upset when they stand on the roof and look at these beautiful little western-style buildings that are not theirs."
Yue Guanchao wanted to continue to lie around, but when he heard the noise on the stairs, he looked back. Niudelu came up wearing furs and said, "I wonder why you can't find them anywhere. The old gentleman is going back. He asked me to come over and call you."
"Sure, let's go down now."
Everyone looked up again and took a look at the city scenery behind them, then waded through the snow to get out of the teahouse. When they arrived at the lobby, Yue Qingshan and Zhu Beiye drank so much that their faces were flushed and only a trace of consciousness remained, and they kept shouting that he could still drink.
Yue Guanchao and Xu Xiake dragged one person each and drove them outside and into the carriage. They asked Mr. Zhu Gai where he lived and sent the old man home first before setting off back to Song's house.
Along the way, Yue Qingshan seemed to be awake and drunk, and kept mumbling. After Yue Guanchao listened for a long time, he could guess that it was his second uncle who was talking about the Golden Rat Club back then. Now that he thought about it, his second uncle was very fond of him. After all, the big curse that was issued was difficult to calm down.
His banquet was not so much about asking for help as it was about seeing old friends again, so as not to say farewell forever when leaving the Northeast this time.
The old man knew that no matter how narrowly they described the Zhang family, they were just trying to further their own ambitions and the purpose was to destroy the prestige of others. If they really had to go head-to-head with the Zhang family, it would not necessarily be who would lose or win. In addition, the trip to Shaanxi itself was As a result of this conspiracy, both sides must kill each other in the Qinling Mountains. In this way, the trip to the Qinling Mountains will be cast with a layer of danger.
The two old gentlemen were so drunk that they probably already had the intention to practice it.
After thinking about it carefully, the car had returned to the Song residence. When they took Yue Qingshan back to the courtyard, Song Siyuan called Uncle Song and asked him to call the Chao family mansion. They were almost ready and it was time to leave. .
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