After breakfast was served, Zhou Weiguo took a look and found that it indeed felt like the north.
Whether it was noodles or steamed buns, the portions were ample and big. I shared half of them with Liu Zhihui and started eating.
Liu Zhihui is not picky. In fact, there is nothing to pick.
After finishing eating, I was stunned when I paid the bill. The price for two breakfasts was quite high, it actually cost 50 yen! You know, in this hotel, a room for one day only costs this price!
After having some understanding in his mind, Zhou Weiguo was not surprised. At this stage, the Japanese army must be extremely short of supplies, which has led to a rise in the price of civilian supplies.
After eating, Zhou Weiguo and Liu Zhihui took to the street and headed directly to the south area of the city, carrying gifts in their hands.
"Hey, this snow in the Northeast!" Liu Zhihui held a gift in his hand and stepped on the snow with a crunching sound, and stepped very deep. For southerners, the snow in the north is really magical, and it is soft and soft.
It is soft, not easy to melt, and is very dry. Unlike the ones in the south, it will become moist in a short time.
"Okay." Zhou Weiguo looked around. There were not many people on the street, not even the rickshaws. No one was willing to come out in such heavy snow.
"Oh." Liu Zhihui immediately restrained himself, looked at Zhou Weiguo trampling his head in the snow, smiled, and stopped talking.
More than ten minutes later, the two stopped in front of a somewhat quaint mansion. The vermilion paint had peeled off in several places, and on the door plaque, the two regular script characters had fallen off and looked like "
It seems like it has gone through tens of millions of years, full of dust.
"Knock on the door." Zhou Weiguo said. Since Liu Zhihui is a servant now, he must act as a servant well.
"Yes." Then Liu Zhihui stepped forward and knocked on the iron ring of the vermilion door.
A voice came, "Who is it?"
Then, the vermilion door was opened, and a middle-aged man with long braids and a short beard appeared in front of Zhou Weiguo and the other two.
"Who are you!"
Zhou Weiguo smiled and stepped forward, "This gentleman, my surname is Zhou. I just returned from overseas. I received financial support from your master a few years ago. Now I come here to express my gratitude."
The middle-aged man frowned. He didn't remember such a thing. However, it might have been his father who did it. Then he said, "You guys wait a minute, let me ask."
"Thank you." Zhou Weiguo smiled and nodded. During the Qing Dynasty, there were still many officials who sponsored some children to go to school. For example, Zhang Xun, who asked Puyi to be restored to power, sponsored many children from the same province.
Seeing Zhou Weiguo's polite appearance, the middle-aged man smiled back and walked inside, ready to ask the old man for instructions.
Liu Zhihui opened his eyes wide and watched Zhou Weiguo tell lies. There were some things he didn't know, but he was still curious, how did Zhou Weiguo come up with such an excuse?
Moreover, looking at this house, he must not be a small person, right? He looks more like a Manchu Qing Dynasty elder! He is also a Manchu Qing Dynasty elder with status!
Zhou Weiguo and Liu Zhihui stood at the door and began to wait quietly. After a while, the man came out, smiled and nodded, "My father asked me to take you in, but my father doesn't remember that he had any funding."
After you went to school, he said, maybe he has forgotten it because he is old."
"Thank you." Zhou Weiguo nodded with a smile, and then followed in with Liu Zhihui.
The man he visited was indeed an old man, a former Jinshi, and later a high-ranking official. When Puyi abdicated, he returned to his hometown to recuperate. When the three eastern provinces fell, the Japanese treated him because of his status.
It's quite a courtesy.
In China, such officials, gentry, and village elders have always been very experienced in local management. If the Japanese treat him badly, it may arouse public outrage.
After entering the gate, Zhou Weiguo and Liu Zhihui saw clearly the scene behind the gate. The trees were withered and covered with layers of snow. The road on the main road had been cleared, but there were servants still cleaning it.
"What is Mr. Zhou's full name?"
"Zhou Wen." Zhou Weiguo smiled, why, because the name Zhou Wen is indeed common, everyone in the world knows Zhou Weiguo, but not Zhou Wen, so he can naturally use the name Zhou Wen to meet this old gentleman.
"Oh, brother Zhou Wen, my father was in good health, and he went for a bird walk a few days ago. However, due to the snow yesterday, he caught a cold today." The middle-aged man explained.
"Old sir, it's time to take a good rest." Zhou Weiguo nodded, "Besides, it's much colder than in the south today."
"But, people are old, but they don't accept old age." The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, "Just like a child."
Zhou Weiguo also smiled, and they quickly arrived at a side hall.
After everyone walked in, the middle-aged man closed the hall door again.
Zhou Weiguo looked at the gray-haired man who still had long braids sitting on a couch and smiled, "Zhou Wen has met the old gentleman."
"Oh? Zhou Wen?" The old man frowned, trying to think about the existence of this name in his mind, but he couldn't seem to find it. "I have no memory."
Zhou Weiguo curled his lips and said, "Without the support of the old gentleman, Zhou Wen would not have been able to complete his studies. This time when he returned to the country and spent many days inquiring, he found out that the old gentleman has now lived in seclusion."
"That's right!" The old man nodded and didn't deny it. Firstly, he really couldn't remember it. Secondly, if the person in front of him was not the person he was sponsoring, it would be interesting. You have to check the purpose.
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"So, this junior has prepared a gift this time, and I ask the old gentleman to accept it." Zhou Weiguo looked at Liu Zhihui and motioned Liu Zhihui to hand the thing to the middle-aged man.
Liu Zhihui nodded and handed the gift box in his hand to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man is quite happy. Looking at the packaging of this box, it looks like it is worth a lot of money. Although his father has not lived in poverty, he has given roses to others, and the fragrance lingers in his hands. Now he sees someone coming to return the favor.
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Smiling, he took it with both hands and heard Zhou Weiguo say, "This is the best century-old ginseng."
The middle-aged man nodded, placed the box in front of his father, and opened it.
The old man looked at the good-looking ginseng and nodded, but suddenly, he saw something, his face suddenly changed, his brows furrowed, he closed the box, "Boss, the guests are here, go prepare tea."
The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes, father."
"Come, sit down." Seeing this, the old man asked Zhou Weiguo to sit down again.
"Thank you, old man." Zhou Weiguo smiled and nodded. Sure enough, people become better with age. Although sometimes they look dazzled by old age, Zhou Weiguo took a gamble and wrote the words Dongsan Province on the inner top cover of the box.
!Aren’t the three eastern provinces the current puppet Manchukuo?
