When the previous dynasty entered the customs, most of the royal families moved to the capital. Shengjing was only used as the old capital and assumed the responsibility of a backup capital in case they were expelled from the capital in the future. At least there was a place to stay.
At this time, the Secret Palace was still in the hands of the Shengjing generals. No one knew about the existence of the Secret Palace except them. Until the end of the previous dynasty, everything was peaceful. Until the foreigners went to war with the previous dynasty, the world was completely in chaos, and the Secret Palace was in chaos. Gong Cai couldn't bear to be exposed in front of others.
After the Sino-Japanese War of Sino-Japanese War, the defense in the Northeast was empty, and many generals fell into disgrace and turned into bandits. These people did not eat official food, and did not take official matters to heart. News of the secret palace spread like wildfire, ushering in the first batch of pioneers. This group of people continued to dig deep holes and build high walls near the secret palace, widening the secret passage countless times and forming an underground community. From this, the reputation of the Yinshi Ghost Tower officially emerged.
By the time Sun Daqiao finished introducing these past events, the carriage had already arrived at the boundary of the City God's Temple. They got off the carriage and walked closer to take a closer look. They could see hundreds of sideshows and hawkers on the street, and numerous small merchants and hawkers setting up shanty stalls, surrounding the City God's Temple on three floors. The water is blocked.
Siping Street, adjacent to it, is full of Western-style buildings and shops, and hundreds of industries are prosperous!
They found a street teahouse, sat down in the small shop, and put a pot of warming ginger tea on the table. Sun Daqiao warmed his stomach by sipping it, and continued: "Although the Capital God's Temple and Siping Street are connected together, they have something different. There is a world of difference, but the vendors near the Chenghuang Temple in the capital are experts in counterfeiting.”
After speaking, Sun Daqiao lowered his voice and covered his mouth with a folding fan: "Boil it with peach gum, tear it into strips and stick it on the vermicelli, then cover it in the bottom of the uneven bowl. After cooling, it becomes a golden bird's nest; ordinary The radish was pulled out, soaked in ginseng water, and then dried in the sun. It smelled and tasted like ginseng. The Angong Pill only had an outer layer, and the inside was full of hawthorn mud. No one knew what it was eating when it slipped into the stomach. medicine."
"All these things can make it miserable for people who are new to Fengtian. In addition, they use the banner of Siping Street. Whenever people have food problems, they come to the shops on Siping Street to find the back-end. Later, Siping Street merchants established I have made a rule: from now on, I will not bargain, make trouble, or sell fake goods. Whenever I come to buy something, I will give a paper fold. I will use the fold to check the goods in the future. If they are not right, I will not recognize them. If there is a big family buying, I can give them directly. The accounts will be jointly discounted on credit, and the settlement will be unified after the end of the year."
After saying that, Song Siyuan pulled Yue Guanchao: "The photos I took in the Soul Palace haven't been developed yet. Come with me to develop the photos. I guess I have to wait until dark before entering Yin City."
Before Yue could start watching the tide, Song Siyuan had already pulled him up by the arm. The two of them crossed the archway of the Chenghuang Temple and walked into the Fushun Photo Studio on Siping Street.
"Fushun Photo Studio was the first private photo studio after the opening of Fengtian. In the early years, it was run by an old Russian who specialized in providing embassy seal services. Later, when the old Russian forces withdrew from Fengtian, it was taken over by private industrialists. A photo studio for the common people.”
Walking into the photo studio, you can see a row of photo studios dividing the corridor on the second floor. All kinds of rental clothes are displayed on the shelves outside. Countless photos are embedded on the walls. Countless people who come to take photos are wearing Chinese and Western clothes, which are modern and fashionable.
"You guys helped me develop the photos."
After speaking, Song Qianjin took out the negatives and handed them to the clerk in the photo studio. Yue Guanchao carefully observed the photos on the wall. Most of them were samples that ordinary people had not had time to take. They were all full of energy, handsome and beautiful.
"Or, should we take a photo like this?"
Yue Guanchao quickly declined: "What, wild boars can't eat fine chaff, how can I be so rough on camera!"
"The wild boar can't eat fine chaff. It's because you don't open your mouth. You'll know after you finish dressing up."
After saying that, Song Siyuan called the clerk and chose a fairly modern houndstooth brown suit for Yue Guanchao, and she chose a fishtail dress full of pearls and diamonds.
"Oh, miss, you look like you belong to a wealthy family. This fishtail dress is a new product in Paris. The store asked you to choose it just after it was brought from Harbin City. It is really a blessing for you. If you and your husband are together like this, you will really be a golden child and make our store shine."
The master photographer in the store was very talkative. Song Siyuan was so excited that she pulled Yue Guanchao into the photo studio. The master followed behind him, playing with the black camera, and had already gotten into the tarp to adjust the lens.
"Miss, are you getting married or just taking a photo as a souvenir?"
"As a souvenir."
After saying this, the old master walked up to them, straightened the collar of Yue Guanchao's clothes, and deliberately squeezed the two of them closer: "Sir and the young lady are really good-looking, but the husband is a bit shy and refuses to hug each other. Take pictures with your waist."
"Look at the camera!"
After the old master returned to the camera, he pressed the shutter button, and there was a loud roar of smoke, and the bright light blinded people's eyes, freezing the two images.
An hour later, all the photos were developed. Song Siyuan first picked up their group photo and observed it carefully!
