Pear blossoms beat the snow, and catkins are fragrant.
Yang Lin opened his eyes and knocked on his hungover head. He only heard a loud shouting sound, and someone whispered in his ear, "Master, Master."
The carriage swayed and stopped.
He was completely awake. He opened the curtain and took a look. The sunlight poured into the car, making it slightly dazzling.
In the middle of the street paved with bluestones, men wearing long jackets and short jackets hurriedly came and went.
There are some small stalls on the roadside, and someone is shouting: "I'm selling sugar cakes. I sell high-quality brown sugar, peanuts, and sesame seeds. I'm selling sugar cakes..."
"Tofu brain, hot tofu brain."
"Shaobing, fried dough sticks..."
"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, the new issue of Zhejiang Official News..."
The little mushroom looks tender and elegant, with big eyes and a small mouth. She is in her prime of life. She is obviously a maid, but she is dressed like a servant.
He was very nimble in his short game. Hearing the movement in the car, he immediately stuck out his fluffy mushroom head. With a smile on his face, he asked: "Master, do you want to eat a bowl of bean curd to wake up?"
"No appetite, has Su Di arrived?"
Yang Lin sighed. These days, he has not accepted the fact that he has come to another world.
There was no TV, no mobile phone, and no Internet here. He had no idea what he could do to spend these long days and nights.
The only thing I still miss is that the scenery outside that has not been destroyed by industrialization is much more beautiful than that of later generations.
People look at the scenery and miss the past, and he looks at the scenery and misses the future. Unfortunately, he can't go back after all.
Fortunately, the family has money. The father of this body, Yang Shoucheng, is a well-known drug dealer in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. He also has several drug stores and medical clinics in Hangzhou. The business is quite large, so he will not be short of money. .
It can be considered a blessing in misfortune.
If you were reborn...
Yang Lin glanced at the shrunken men with sallow faces and thin muscles passing by the carriage. His eyes stayed on the muddy bare feet covered with scars and pustules, and he couldn't help but shudder.
Having said that, I think this life without computers, Internet, and games is simply worse than death.
In the eyes of others, if you are wearing silk and satin, wearing cotton shoes... and burning a small red clay stove on a warm day, you are living in paradise.
Therefore, one cannot be dissatisfied.
To live a new life and still live like such a playboy is like burning countless incense in my previous life.
Little Mushroom shook his head, put his head on his toes and looked around, feeling a little downcast: "Master, we can't go today. It's been raining for days, and the embankment is full of mud and water..."
How about we take a look from afar and go to Xizhao Mountain in the evening to see Leifeng Pagoda? "
"Okay, let's go to Dingsheng Tower.
I didn’t have a great time drinking yesterday, but Sister Xianglian’s “Farewell” was a bit lacking in charm and life experience. But she has a good voice and everything she sings sounds good. "
The eternal ecstasy is just a farewell.
Yang Lin said goodbye not to a certain person, but to a world. Thinking of his relatives in another world made his heart ache.
Even if you are well-dressed and well-fed, living leisurely all day long, you will not be able to adjust in a short period of time.
"Okay." Xiao Mushroom agreed loudly, leading the way with a beaming smile.
She likes it the most if she has to eat it.
He took out a few coins and bought a tabloid, handed it to Yang Lin, and drove the carriage away.
She knew that her young master had changed his temper some time ago and went to Ningxiang Garden less often.
I basically didn’t spend the night there, I just drank. I drank so much every day that I had very little sober time.
The strangest thing is that the young master who used to get a headache when reading a newspaper and complained that he was bored actually started to care about current affairs.
I don’t want to miss any of the new newspapers.
It was obviously very difficult to read, and I probably couldn't even recognize all the words, but it looked like it was very serious, and I was really studying it word for word.
If I had had this determination early on, I wouldn't have been beaten so many times by the master.
The little girl glanced at her young master secretly, and pursed her lips. She was afraid that the young master who was reading in the carriage would find her snickering, so she raised her hand to cover her face, and touched her chubby head.
…
It was very difficult to read traditional Chinese characters, but Yang Lin tried his best to overcome it, and even a blind guesser could understand it.
This "Notice from the Bureau of Foreign Affairs on the Day that the Consul Detained and Punished the Japanese Businessmen Who Caused Trouble and Instructed the Japanese Shops to Move to the Concession" is about international relations.
It is said that the Japanese were not satisfied with the concession area, and extended their tentacles to other areas, building large-scale shops and competing with the Chinese for profits.
No, this has aroused the public indignation of some patriotic people...
So, the policy was introduced.
We must drive them back to the concession.
"Shaoxing and Zhuji County Smoking Ban List in the Past Three Years", this is the statistics compiled by Zhang Ziyang, the governor of Hangzhou. It is mainly to vigorously crack down on the opium business and call on the people to resist the poison...
At the end of the newspaper, Yang Lin also saw a small reward message.
[On the 18th day of March in the second year of Xuantong, thirty-one people accompanied by gentrymen of various surnames came to Yegouling in the western suburbs of Hangzhou. They were assassinated. The goods were destroyed and seventeen people died. The gentry of various surnames were shot three times. , died on the spot.
According to eyewitnesses, the assassin was good at wielding two guns, had quick legs, and was short and strong. He was suspected of being wounded and fled... Someone with information secretly reported to the garrison, so those who were arrested and brought to justice were rewarded with a one-time reward of 800 silver dollars, and they would never break their promise. ]
"The reward is really heavy."
Yang Lin's eyebrows twitched. He intuitively felt that this reward was not simple.
Just for tipping off the assassin's whereabouts, without arresting him, you can get a reward of 800 yuan.
Is it very heavy?
These days, he has figured out that silver coins are actually very valuable.
What does eight hundred silver dollars mean? Here in Hangzhou city, you can buy two houses on good land.
The monthly salary of ordinary migrant workers is only six to eight silver dollars. Eight hundred silver dollars is equivalent to these people working for 100 months.
"The gentry who was killed by the assassin seemed to be a big shot, and his impact after being killed was not small."
However, based on the description in the newspaper, the hope of catching the assassin is really slim.
As for "good at wielding two spears, quick legs, and short stature", except for the short stature, which is useful, the other features are not even facial features. The assassin should have hidden his face before taking action.
"March 18th, wasn't that just yesterday?"
Yang Lin's heart moved.
"Xiao Mushroom, have you heard about the assassination in the western suburbs outside the city?"
"Why haven't you heard about it? I know it very well. When we went out in the morning, the master and his wife kept telling us not to cause trouble, saying that it was not peaceful outside."
"Tell me."
"That's because all the kings of hell are dead. It's a good death. Master, you were drunk and didn't hear the firecrackers that went off all night in Hangzhou yesterday, just like the Chinese New Year."
Little Mushroom raised his head in excitement and whispered: "I heard from Agui and the others that there are rumors in the city that the person who was stabbed was a big shot in the Qing gang, and those who killed a thousand people should all die. This is retribution...
I heard that the pair of gunmen was the king of killers, fighting all the way from north to south, specializing in punishing corrupt officials, assassinating profiteers who were unkind to get rich, and bad guys who sold opium.
Even though the governor's office offered a very high reward and even published a newspaper to take the person, I can say that anyone with any conscience will never earn this money. "
"The King of Killers?"
Yang Lin was puzzled, is there a killer king in this era? Are there still Seraphs?
Xiao Mushroom just said that no one with a conscience would earn this kind of money, and immediately he saw that the streets were filled with those without a conscience.
Several men walked past shouting in the distance. They all had fierce faces and opened their lapels. They rushed into a medical clinic in a swarm, and there were sounds of banging and banging.
This is where the smashing begins.
Immediately afterwards, a voice could be heard crying: "It has nothing to do with me, it really has nothing to do with me. I closed the door early, and I have never seen any assassins..."
Yang Lin frowned and put down the newspaper in his hand, his eyes slightly gloomy.
With sharp eyes, he looked from the main entrance of Huichun Hall and saw old doctor Wu rolling around on the ground with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth. A villain kicked him hard.
Dr. Wu was a kind-hearted person, and Yang Lin knew him.
When elderly people go to the Yang Family Medicinal Materials Warehouse to purchase medicinal materials, they are particularly concerned about whether the medicinal materials are genuine and whether they are in good condition.
My favorite saying is: "Only when the medicine is good can the disease be cured... If the disease cannot be cured and the patient's money is wasted, it is no different from killing people."
When he buys medicinal materials, he can choose them all afternoon, which is very annoying.
A few days ago, Yang Lin met this old man Wu when he was getting tonics from his warehouse.
The two talked about the concept of healing diseases and people, and they felt that they had met so late.
"My wife and I have told you not to cause trouble, not to cause trouble..."
Little Mushroom quickly reminded in a low voice and muttered to himself.
Yang Lin looked at it steadily for a while, then turned his head.
Looking back, I saw people dodging on the street, and there were fewer farmers and vendors coming and going...
The lively shouting has become too low to be heard.
Some shops were hurriedly closing their doors, and the vendors selling fried dough sticks and sesame cakes were also starting to pack up their things and leave.
Yang Lin had never seen this kind of chaos before, and he didn't know what it felt like.
However, Xiao Mushroom was right to remind him that he was just a playboy now, with no punches and no courage.
He is good at eating, drinking and having fun, but if he really wants to step forward and do something, he will not only get himself involved, but he will not be able to save others.
After walking for a while, I saw more men in Tsing Yi, noisy and noisy one after another, making people panic...
Of course, not everyone is avoiding it.
Some well-dressed guys with good family backgrounds were not afraid, and there were some who were standing aside leisurely, pointing and commenting, discussing whether the assassin would rest in the city after killing someone, or whether he had escaped from the city, Hong Feiming. deep.
"Little Mushroom, do you think the assassin is still in the city?"
Yang Lin noticed that the shops searched by the men in green were basically inns and medical clinics, and he vaguely thought of something.
"Don't worry, young master, they won't be able to catch anyone at all."
"oh?"
"If I were the assassin, injured and unable to move, I would definitely not leave the city immediately, nor would I go into these places where people come and go. There are too many people and the risk is too high."
"Then where will you go?"
Yang Lin looked at Little Mushroom with surprise and approval, but he didn't expect that the little maid would be able to put herself in someone else's shoes.
"If it were me, of course I would have to find an accomplice, no, I would have to find a friend for help. The less noticeable the place, the better it is."
Xiao Mushroom was slightly proud and puffed up his non-existent chest, "After all, the assassin did not kill for personal vendetta, but for the sake of justice. I believe there will be many people who will sympathize with him and even help him."
"As I often say, although this world is not so satisfying, there are still some people who are willing to do something for the country and the people by throwing their lives and blood.
Those who work for the people cannot freeze to death in the wind and snow. They always have companions. "
