Qing Dynasty, the twelfth lunar month of the fourteenth year of Guangxu's reign (early 1889)
It's the end of the year, and the streets and alleys are decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and they are full of joy. Chinese people are very traditional, and the people have been busy this year just for these few days.
That's exactly it - weigh a few taels of sugar melons, bake a few plates of yellow noodles. Burn incense for the gods and horses, fold up the coins and turn them into money. Drink libations and bid farewell to soap, and organize and buy new year. Use yellow rice for steamed cakes, add dates to add sweetness, and leave the dough.
Steamed steamed buns, with a few punches. Offer various kinds of vegetables, and rush to the market in a short time. Measure the grain. Rice is easy to make money. There are pepper and fennel, but there is less dough. Jellyfish, eucheuma, shrimp-sized sweet
.How much are the mushrooms, bamboo shoots and fungus weighed? Thinking of inviting the door god, I sent a few couplets along with the painting. I bought a couple of coins first, red, red, sand and green. There were flowers and paper in yellow, and tin foil was needless to say. How many kilograms of candles were weighed?
I bought two plates, a Maoling cup, and a flower basket for the plate. It doesn't matter the spoon, but the pot must be fully wrapped. Bring some saltpeter yellow sand to play with the anthers. The New Year is about to be celebrated, and the clothes must be well-dressed. I asked you to cut the purple crepe and put on the boots.
The rim of the handkerchief is well made, and the knee pants are sapphire blue. The belt is red and the net is four or five coins. The official powder is four or five cents. The cloth is seven or eight inches, and the copper buckle is bought for a chain. Ni wants a pendant to wear, and Xiao wants walnuts to play with. There is a lot of noise,
It's annoying. You're just a fool, where do you have all this money? Even if you have thousands of coins, you can't buy them all.
This traditional Chinese Spring Festival, except for the legend of killing a big monster called "Nian Beast", can basically be summarized in this nursery rhyme (the author complains: Brother, I still watch the Spring Festival Gala every year...).
During this busy season, two uninvited guests came to Beijing. Although both of them were Chinese, they did not have braids. One of them had silver-white hair all over his head, which was very eye-catching... and they also
They were all wearing Western-style clothes, and as they strolled down the street, no need to explain, everyone in the street knew that these were two "two-year-olds."
Wang Xu was sitting in the carriage, looking at the passers-by with strange expressions and stern eyes, and even his spine felt a little chilly.
"After riding the ship for a month, I finally returned to my hometown, but do we need to change our look?" Wang Xu asked.
Mr. Cat turned his head, stared at Wang Xu with empty eyes and said, "Do you know what terrible consequences will happen if my wife sees me coming home with a shaved head?"
Wang Xu sneered: "Oh... let me think about it, maybe she will insert nine holes in it."
"Hahaha!" Father Thomas was sitting opposite them. He spoke good Chinese and knew a bit about Chinese monks, so he couldn't help laughing.
Mr. Cat said: "Father, the point of laughter cannot be too low. I advise you to have less contact with Atkinson in the future..."
It took Father Thomas a long time to stop laughing: "Oh! Haha... I'm sorry if I offended you, hahaha..."
This fat old man with a beard seems to be ready to entertain this joke for the rest of his life. Not only is he a person with a low sense of humor, but he is also a somewhat brainless optimist... Perhaps it is precisely because of this that he agreed to let Wang Xu
He boarded his own boat with these two suspicious guys, Mr. Cat, and headed to China together.
Soon they arrived at the Housangyu Catholic Church in Beijing, where several nuns and priests were already waiting for their arrival at the door.
"Oh! Thomas! That's great. You came back safely. How was your trip? Did you go well back to London?" The person who greeted him was Father Charlie.
Thomas also seemed quite enthusiastic: "Yes, it went very well. Look, I also found two lost lambs on the road."
Charlie and others all looked at the two weird-looking guys behind Thomas.
"them……"
Thomas said: "They are two young gentlemen living in London who want to return to settle in the land of their ancestors. Moreover, these two also hope to join the embrace of God and help us carry out missionary work in the Qing Dynasty."
Charlie seemed very excited and stepped forward to hold Wang Xu's hands: "Thank you so much! Welcome! My children, it would be great if there were more young people like you!"
Wang Xu smiled awkwardly: "Ha... haha... that... it's nothing... it should be! It should be!" He turned his head and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Look... to save some money.
The money for my son's boat ride, what kind of trouble did he have to do with me..."
Master Cat just pretended not to hear, looked up at the sky, and whistled...
They settled in the church like this, and food and clothing were finally no problem. However, there was always an unsolved problem in Wang Xu's mind. They had been hanging out for five months at the end of the 19th century, and Master Mao still didn't tell him what to do.
Back to the future. So he packed his luggage and ran to knock on Mr. Cat’s door.
"Come in."
Wang Xu walked into the room and said straight to the point: "Now that we have arrived in Beijing, you can always talk."
Master Cat asked: "What did you say?"
"Nonsense, why are we here?"
Mr. Cat thought for a while: "Ah... Well, this city of Beijing is really a good place. As the saying goes - if you ask about the prosperity and failure of ancient and modern times, please just look at the city of Luoyang. This is the place where military strategists compete in the Central Plains.
A must-win place, you ask why? Because this geographical location is unique. It is surrounded by the sea on the left, Taihang on the right, Juyong in the north, Heji in the south, thousands of miles of fertile soil, the best in the world, the capital of emperors, the land of abundance...
…”
Wang Xu waved his hand and said: "Okay... I can go back to my own time and find a tour guide to tell me this. Don't talk nonsense. What I'm asking is, why are we here? This has nothing to do with our time travel.
Is there any connection between going back in time and space?"
Mr. Cat sighed: "Hey... I'll tell you then, forget it. Do you remember that I said that as long as we get help from someone, we can go back?"
Wang Xu replied: "Of course I remember this, so...the person you are talking about is in Beijing?"
"Yes."
"You actually know someone from Beijing who lived more than a hundred years ago?"
"I don't know him, but I know his son."
"His son? Even if his son is born in another ten years, he will be a hundred and twenty years old by our time, right?"
"His son is probably five or six years old this year."
"Who are you talking about?"
"Tang Wenwu."
"Which road is this Mao Shen..."
Mr. Cat ignored Wang Xu's complaints and continued: "His son's name is Tang Xiaohu."
The corners of Wang Xu's mouth twitched: "You mean, in the 21st century, you met a guy named Tang Xiaohu who was over one hundred and twenty years old, and then he told you that his father made
A time machine..."
Cat Master still ignored him and continued his words: "Tang Xiaohu didn't like his real name very much. He thought that his name seemed to be a copycat of a famous ancient talent, so many years later, he succeeded in doing one thing,
It means that others only know your nickname but never your real name."
A name flashed in Wang Xu's mind, and he sneered twice: "No way..."
Mr. Cat said: "The reason why Xinglong hides in the market, opens a grocery store, and conducts research on some evil items is not entirely because he has the strange book 'Shenyi Chapter' in his hand. In fact, he has been in his father's book since he was a child.
Under the influence of his father, he was subtly influenced...not to mention that he inherited his father's fine bloodline. Therefore, a good seedling was born, and he is destined to become a great, powerful, crazy inventor and weirdo..."
Wang Xu thought for a moment and asked, "Then his father is also a psychic?"
Mr. Cat said: "His father is just a craftsman in the market, not a ghost hunter, but he is not ignorant about psychic abilities. What type of person is he? Do you remember Brother Wei Chi from Suzhou?
?”
"Oh, that idiot..."
Master Mao rolled his eyes: "That fool is a master in the field of spells, but if you let him fight without spells, he might not even be able to defeat a newcomer. Tang Wenwu is also such a person, he only likes to engage in physics and research inventions
, doesn’t care about anything else, and he also makes some spiritual weapons..."
Wang Xu moved closer, his eyes full of distrust: "As far as I know, there are only a few things that can take people through time and space. I guess it is impossible for Master Tang Wenwu to build a sports car that can travel through time and space.
Now, can he still create the Kunlun Mirror, a divine weapon?"
Cat Master said: "Why are you so stupid... What is my psychic power?"
"Return? What happened?"
"Yes, return! This is like a key, the key to open the door of time and space. I just need him to help me build something and find the lock on the door. As for how to complete this device, I can't interfere
This is the field, so just leave it all to this professional."
Wang Xu said: "So that's what happened... By the way, how do you know so much about Xinglong? You even know that his father is an inventor?"
"Tch...this is nothing. It's not just his father's business. I've found out all the eighteen generations of the ancestors of these two old guys, Xinglong and Fengxian. Their stories are very interesting. They are all
