A few days later, Master Qian also came back from Lingui.
As soon as Master Qian came back, Zhang Heng felt confident.
So he handed over the Taoist temple to Zhang DaDa's care, called Zhang Zhentian and others to give some instructions, and then prepared to pack up his bags and go do three things.
First, fulfill the agreement with Chu Meiren and send her back to the provincial capital to see her master.
Second, go to Qingyun Temple in Tianjing and ask the Taoist Temple if there is an elder named Yue Qi in the temple.
Third, he went to Changbai Mountain. He promised the third aunt that he would personally send her ashes back to their roots.
As for inside the home.
At present, the militia is expanding its recruitment and training in an attempt to form combat effectiveness.
Zhang Muzhi had just cleaned up Huang Silang, and there was still a lot of mess to resolve. Ma Bangde had just taken office and had not yet sorted out the situation in Kangcheng.
Not to mention the factory. The factory building is still under construction. The location has just been selected and the foundation has not been laid yet. It will be a long time before it is put into production.
He was in a hurry and couldn't eat hot tofu, so he just happened to go out for a walk while the infrastructure was being built and the foundation was being enriched. He didn't need to intervene.
Speaking of which, it has been a while since he came to the Republic of China plane. Apart from Yangjiang and Echeng, he has not been to other places.
Now that there is paper ghost protection, ordinary people can do nothing, and safety is not a problem.
provincial capital...
Jingle Bell...
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
A group of progressive young people wearing Chinese tunic suits, riding bicycles, and carrying female students swaggered through the city.
Seeing this group of people, passers-by ducked away.
They couldn't afford to mess with this group of people. If they broke a bicycle, selling them wouldn't be enough to compensate them.
"Yangcheng!"
Jiedaokou.
A young Taoist priest wearing a white moon-colored Taoist robe, holding a bamboo pole and carrying a bamboo box on his back murmured to himself: "What a great place!"
The provincial capital is very prosperous, far from being comparable to counties and villages.
At a glance.
Several main streets are crowded with people, and rickshaws and light rail trams run side by side.
Look again.
There are endless hawking sounds on both sides of the street, including rickshaw pullers in linen short-sleeved shirts, young men and women in Chinese tunic suits, foreign businessmen in suits, local squires in robes, and ladies and beauties in low-cut dresses.
The era seems to be condensed at this moment, interweaving a completely different atmosphere.
"Excuse me, the Nanguo Revolutionary Party was reorganized into the Nanguo Nationalist Party, and Mr. Xiang personally took up the post of number one."
"The nickname was called "Operation Storm and Thunder" was launched again. Students in Yanjing and Tianjing went on strike, and workers went on strike to protest against the endless civil war in Beiyang.
"Excuse me, the Northeast King took action again and appointed his close subordinate Sun Lie as the Black Dragon Warlord, and Bao Gui as the Ji Province Warlord. The three provinces are under control."
Newsboy.
This is also very contemporary.
Not only do they sell newspapers, they also sell cigarettes, matches, and some of the lucky ones can even get cigars and sunglasses.
"Is this here?"
Zhang Heng, leaning on a bamboo pole, came to the north of the city, in front of a theater with "Northern Spring Garden" written on it.
It's just that the theater here has long been dilapidated. Looking inside, there are a group of beggars lying in the courtyard.
Buzz buzz...
The paper man trembled and tried to fly out of Zhang Heng's sleeves.
"This is a provincial capital, don't move rashly."
Zhang Heng closed his sleeves and said comfortingly: "I will ask you clearly."
The paper man couldn't keep quiet and kept slapping Zhang Heng's arm with his arm, as if urging him to go faster.
Zhang Heng had no choice but to carry a bamboo pole to the courtyard and asked the beggars who were sunbathing in the courtyard: "Brother, do you know where Beichun Garden has moved?"
"Who is your brother?"
The beggar bit a straw and said, "Don't do this to me. If you want to find out something, bring me the money!"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.
"You are troubled, please give me some advice."
Zhang Heng took out a few copper coins from his pocket and put them in the beggar's hand.
When he saw the money, the beggar's attitude immediately changed, and he said happily: "I have moved away. It has been more than a year since I left."
"Why did you move and where did you move to?"
"Well, it is said that the big boss of Tianjing took a liking to the theater and invited them to Tianjing. I don't know exactly where in Tianjing they are."
After the beggar finished speaking, he lay down on the ground and said, "Do you have anything else to do? If you have nothing to do, don't delay my sleep."
Zhang Heng shook his head with a smile and left Beichun Garden.
Bang bang bang...
Once outside, the paper man began to flap his arms again.
Zhang Heng knew that it was anxious, but no matter how anxious it was, he did not rush for a while, so he comforted him: "Don't be anxious first. If the theater goes to Tianjing, I will go to Changbai Mountain and Qingyun Temple, so I will just stop by and have a look."
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After finishing speaking, Zhang Heng paused slightly: "Now, let's find a few more people to inquire. If the beggar is deceiving us, we will go to Tianjing stupidly. Isn't this the opposite?"
After hearing this, the paper man became quiet and became silent.
Zhang Heng did not waste any time and continued walking along the street of Beichunyuan. He stopped at the door of a barbecue shop at the corner.
Chop chop chop...
Roast goose hangs at the door of the barbecue shop, and a man in fine clothes is busy on the chopping board.
"Brother, I want to ask you something."
When the man in fine clothes heard this, he asked: "Want to buy roast meat?"
"purchase."
Zhang Heng smiled and took out a half-open one.
"Okay, I'll cut the roast goose for you. You can ask whatever you want. I grew up here, so there's nothing I don't know about here."
The man in fine clothes picked a fat goose and said without raising his head while cutting it.
Zhang Heng asked the strong man again the question he just asked the beggar.
When the man in fine clothes heard this, he smiled and said: "You are the right person to ask me. The old man Wu who used to be the janitor of the theater often came to my place to have his teeth punched. Before leaving, he even had a drink with me and said that he would move to
The Tianjing Nancheng area, by the way, that place is now the French Concession."
After asking two groups of people in succession, Zhang Heng felt confident.
Tianjing, Nancheng, French Concession.
"No hurry, no hurry, there is a train from Yangcheng to Tianjing. You can see your master in two days."
Zhang Heng patted his sleeves lightly and headed straight to the train station.
Pay money, buy a ticket, and get on the bus.
Bang-dang, bang-dang, bang-dang...
The trains in the Republic of China period were not comfortable at all, not to mention slow and noisy.
Even if he bought a sleeper ticket, he didn't feel much better, let alone the smell in the car.
Fortunately, it's only a two-day drive, so I'll pass it with a little patience.
"Cigarettes, soda drinks, lunch boxes..."
On the train, someone was hawking along the way.
Zhang Heng had already eaten and was not going to use it anymore, so he sat cross-legged in the carriage and began to meditate.
Dong dong dong...
Not long after the train departed, someone came to check the ticket.
After checking Zhang Heng's ticket, the ticket inspector left muttering: "A Taoist priest actually bought four tickets and booked the entire sleeper carriage. He is quite rich!"
Zhang Heng ignored it.
Who would have thought that more than an hour later, the ticket inspector knocked on the door with two girls.
The two girls looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. One was wearing white clothes, the other was wearing yellow clothes, and their lower bodies were dressed in student skirts.
As soon as the door was opened, the ticket inspector said: "Little master, these two are progressive students who went to Tianjing to participate in sports. They did not buy sleeper tickets. Do you think it can be convenient?"
Zhang Heng frowned slightly.
The reason why he bought four tickets alone was because he didn't want to be disturbed.
After all, he looks like a person, but in fact there is a ghost, which might scare people.
"Master, we are willing to issue a ticket and guarantee that we will not disturb you."
The two girls dragged their luggage and quickly assured Zhang Heng.
The ticket inspector also helped: "Little master, the bunks in other carriages are full, and you are the only one who has room. Anyway, you can't sleep in four beds alone, so just give them two to share. They are two little girls."
, it’s not easy to go out.”
Zhang Heng said nothing.
The white jade girl saw his refusal and said with embarrassment: "Taoist Master, I know I'm troubling you, but actually we don't want to. We just heard the news about the students' strike in Tianjing in the morning, so we wanted to go
We were not prepared at all before we came to express our support, so we were in a hurry."
The girl in yellow also said: "Don't underestimate us. Our husband once said that in times of crisis, everyone's strength is crucial. As long as everyone stands up bravely, more people can hear us."
the sound of."
Zhang Heng was silent for a while, thinking about the identities of the two of them, and finally nodded: "I'll tell you the ugly thing before you, you must not touch my things, otherwise I will not be responsible for anything that goes wrong." After speaking, he added: "Next time, remember to be in advance.
Book a ticket, otherwise you will embarrass yourself and others."
The two girls were ecstatic.
Going to Tianjing for two days and one night, with a standing ticket, was definitely a torture.
If they had to stand all the way and get off the train, they might not be able to cheer up even if they wanted to.
"Taoist Priest, you are also going to Tianjing, so why not join us? More people will bring more strength."
After settling in the carriage.
The girl in white and the girl in yellow looked at each other and couldn't help but bring the topic to Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng looked at the two of them.
Then he looked out the window at the crowds of people bidding farewell to the train.
After a moment of silence, he shook his head slightly: "The sky and the earth are in turmoil, the fire is dying, the building will collapse, and it will be difficult to hold up a single tree."