Chapter 1: The City of Beijing

On this day in early spring, a young man walked under the desolate city of Beijing.

This one is about 1.77 meters tall, wearing black trousers and a white shirt, a black suit outside, carrying a foreign leather briefcase in his hand, and his figure is relatively strong, with a pair of small eyes dripping and turning, full of curiosity about the surroundings. From an outsider's glance, this person has very short hair, his height is considered to be tall in this era, and he looks arrogant, and he is not afraid to stand at the door to collect taxes from Beiyang soldiers.

This year, Premier Yuan Da has just announced his inauguration as the provisional president of the Republic of China, and in order to prevent those ** parties in the south from making trouble, he is unwilling, and the elite soldiers stationed in the third town of Beiyang are stationed in Beijing. One by one, they were full of vigor and vigor, and the latest German Mauser guns in their hands (in fact, the German Type 88 Committee rifle, which had nothing to do with the Mauser Arsenal Mao, and foreigners deceived the Chinese side, because the Chinese people thought that Germany only had Mauser guns). However, no matter how brave the soldiers are, they are inferior in this era of rampant foreigners, especially these foreign masters. Look at this young man, with a flat head in spirit, he must not be a Chinese who has just cut his braids and put on a dress.

Generally, Chinese people who cut braids have yin and yang heads at this time, just like these Beiyang soldiers, one by one wearing big caps and keeping yin and yang heads.

This person has a ruddy face, a tall figure, and walks with a high toe, he must be a little Dongyang, how can a Chinese person walk with his head held high, this knee has long been used to kneeling.

"Don't look at the tiger baby, Xiao Dongyang specializes in eating children's brains, don't look at it, look at eating you again" An aunt was busy protecting her curious little grandson, and ran away, squatting on the ground on the side of a few thin people in gray coats, because the head had just cut off the braids, the coachman who had a yin and yang head, looked at him angrily when he heard the big **, but lowered his head and did not speak, and whispered something.

A few days ago, I heard that there was a walking man in the embassy area in the eastern suburbs, and he was killed by the Oriental military attache riding a horse in broad daylight. The citizens went to the Beijing Yamen Mansion to file a complaint, but although the Beijing Yamen Mansion accepted the complaint, it did not dare to pronounce the verdict. Later, there was a lawyer who was not convinced, and he had to investigate to the end, and because of this matter, he was beaten lame by the ronin of the Orientals, and the Beijing government did not let out a fart. Although the Republic of China is over, it is no different from the Qing Dynasty, and you don't have the courage to see foreigners.

Walking to the gate of the city, a Beiyang soldier came over with a gun on his back, and said in a Shandong-flavored tone: "You ......" After thinking for a long time, he didn't know how to ask this Oriental man, so he waved his hand and said, "Go over, go over." ”

"Chief, it's not fair, why do you have to pay the city tax? He doesn't pay, he doesn't pay, and we don't pay. A few young students outside the gate waited to enter the city.

As soon as the Beiyang soldier heard these words, his face changed, he walked over with a big thorn, kicked the shouting young descendant to the ground, and scolded: "**Mother's washing your dog's eyes, this is the rule of the top, what do you know?" Diplomacy What is a diplomatic conflict - the fourth, sue him, what is a diplomatic conflict. ”

Another Beiyang soldier came over with a cigarette in his mouth, scratched his head and thought about it for a long time, forgetting what the official said, what is a diplomatic conflict? I forgot, anyway, the official said, don't mess with foreigners, you will die in vain, so he said: "What do a few dirt buns know, you few talkers, pay double entry tax today." There was a shout from the crowd, and a few soldiers had just raised their guns, and everyone was too busy to speak, and one by one they lowered their heads and endured the double entry tax.

The young man in the suit watched the farce with great interest, and walked into Beijing slowly, and just entered the city, a young man with a white towel wrapped around a scorched face ran over with a car. This is a coachman in Beijing, in the cold weather of early spring, still dressed in a short dress, stomping his feet from time to time, he hurriedly bent down and lowered his eyebrows and said: "Cry you go to dig, cry you go to dig, Uncle Dongyang, where are you going?" Do you know Chinese, don't skip words.

The young man in the suit couldn't cry or laugh when he saw this, and you really regarded me as a little Dongyang, so he smiled and said: "I am Chinese, not Oriental, you don't scold people with such scolding." ”

"Huh? This lord, you are Chinese, haha, seeing you wear so smooth, it's really ...... You must be the big boss, please get in the car, get in the car, where are you going? The coachman flattered.

"Go to the biggest pawnshop in Beiping, I want to redeem a few things, big brother coachman, please." The young man said politely.

"This master, look at what you said, you are really a literate master, look at it, I will definitely pull it for you." Ma San looked at people so politely, and suddenly felt a sense of happiness of being respected, and even bent his waist straightened. He said and put down the car, and the young man got into the car, this kind of rickshaw, sitting on it is really very special, leaning back, half lying on the chair, like a Taishi chair, very comfortable.

Although the three of them looked like they were smoking big cigarettes, their legs and feet were really not blowing, and they ran at a fixed frequency, neither fast nor slow. It seems that he is an old man who pulls a foreign car, and he knows how to save his body and how to make himself run farther.

"Ma San, you're running well, you're old-fashioned, right?" The young man asked casually.

"It's not like that, in the past Guangxu year, I was a foreigner in Beijing, and I was the first batch of people in Beijing to pull a car." Ma San is very proud of his profession, Beijing gentlemen love to chat, this puller, while running and chatting with young people about Beijing, what Qing San invited Yuan Shikai, what white-clothed young man assassinated Zaifeng, what parliamentary fight secrets, what Beiyang military violence* and so on, the young man who listened to it felt that Ma San was more like a tour guide. It seems that Beijingers are suitable for being tour guides, and it is not in vain.

Ma San ran for about half an hour to Shichahai Front Street in Beijing, according to him there is an antique shop called He Bao Zhai, next door to it is He Bao Zhai's pawnshop, some people first go to identify the antiques, and then run to the front. Of course, this He pawn is only one of the four major pawnshops in Beijing, and the age is not the best in terms of scale, but it is better than that he and the antique shop are an owner, and it is easy to go back and forth, and some of the antiques in the family will run here, so that the shopkeeper will not deceive customers.

"Ma San, wait here, I will charter your car today, and I will take it to the Liuguo Hotel for the uncle in a while, and we will take your work today." The young man said.

"Uncle, this ......" Ma San was a little reluctant, but thinking that the other party should be a person with status, plus the sick wife lying on the kang at home, it is better to wait for a while, in case someone comes out to reward more. Besides, it's such a hot day, and it's not bad for those two money.

"And then." The young man took out a piece of candy from his pocket, which was written in foreign languages, Ma San couldn't read it, and the young man said: "This is chocolate, your piece of sugar is worth a piece of ocean, and I gave it to you, and when you go home, you will share it with your child as a tip." ”

"Uncle Xie rewards, Uncle Xie rewards."

The young man walked into He Bao Zhai, and a shopkeeper in his forties, wearing glasses and a melon skin hat came over when he saw this, and first hugged his fists and said enthusiastically: "This master, are you here to buy antiques or ransom?" ”

The young man also laughed and imitated him, and said, "No, I'm here to pawn." ”

The shopkeeper was confused, what country did this master say, why didn't he understand, it's not a little Toyo, looking at the dress and this outfit, like, just like the little Toyo person. But looking at the height, it's not like it, how can Xiao Dongyang have such a tall person.

"It may be the young master of the former Qing Dynasty family, this outfit must be the appearance of staying in the foreign country and just coming back, and today I have to slaughter this fat sheep." The shopkeeper thought in his heart, and hurriedly turned around and ordered the man to shout: "Little Liuzi, pour tea for this master." He lowered his head and smiled: "I don't know what this master pawns?" We He Baozhai want to say that the antique appraisal is the second in Beijing, then no one dares to call it the first. ”

The young man shook his head again and said, "There are no antiques or anything, but there are some things you should want." As he spoke, he took out a shiny watch from his briefcase and said, "This kind of watch was brought back from abroad, its name is Langyun Watch, please see, it's all in foreign languages." ”

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