Qing Dynasty, the twelfth lunar month of the fourteenth year of Guangxu.
Early 1889 It's the New Year's Eve, and the streets and alleys are decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, beaming with joy.
Chinese people are very traditional.
People have been busy this year just for these few days.
That's how many taels of sugar melons are weighed and how many plates of yellow noodles are baked.
Burn incense as an offering to the gods and horses, and fold silver coins into them.
The libations were made, the soap was bid farewell, and the preparations were made for the new year.
The steamed cake is made from yellow rice and dates are added to make it sweet.
Make the dough and steam the buns with a few punches.
All kinds of food are offered, and the market is quickly driven away.
Measure the grain.
Rice makes money.
There is pepper and fennel, but there is less dough.
Jellyfish and Eucheuma are as big as shrimps and sweet.
How much do mushrooms, bamboo shoots, and fungus cost?
I thought about asking the door god to send a few couplets to the painter.
Buy a pair of money first, red red, sand green all over.
The flower paper has a total yellow surface, and the tin foil is needless to say.
Candles weigh a few kilograms, and firecrackers buy two plates.
A Maoling cup and a flower basket for the plate.
The spoon doesn't matter, the pot should be fully wrapped.
Bring some nitrate yellow sand to play with the anthers.
The New Year is about to be celebrated, so you need to be well-dressed.
He was told to cut off the purple crepe and cut the edges of the boots.
The kerchief is well-made, and the knee pants are sapphire blue.
The belt is popular on the Internet, and the official fan is four or five yuan.
Seven or eight inches of tassel cloth, and copper buckles to buy a chain.
Ni wants a pendant to wear, and Xiao wants walnuts to play with.
There was a lot of noise and it was annoying.
You're just a gangster, even if you have thousands of coins, you can't buy them all.
The traditional Chinese Spring Festival, except for the legendary killing of a big monster called "Nian Beast", can basically be summarized in this nursery rhyme.
The author complained: Brother, I still watch the Spring Festival Gala every year.
In this busy season, two uninvited guests came to Beijing.
Although these two are both Chinese, neither of them has braids.
One of them had silver-white hair all over his head, which was very eye-catching, and they were all wearing Western-style clothes.
As they strolled down the street, no need to explain, everyone on the street knew that these were two "Er Maozi" ".
Wang Xu was sitting in the carriage, looking at the passers-by with strange expressions and glaring eyes outside, and even his spine felt a little chilly.
"After riding the ship for several months, we finally returned to our homeland, 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 little about Chinese monks, so he couldn't help laughing.
Mr.
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Cat said: "Father, the point of laughter should not 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, I'm sorry, hahaha."
This fat old man with beards 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 and Mao These two suspicious guys got on their own ship and headed to China together.
Soon they arrived at the Housangyu Catholic Church in Beijing.
Several nuns and priests were already waiting for their arrival at the door.
"Oh Thomas, that's great.
You're back safely.
How was your trip 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 for welcoming you my children.
It would be great if there were more young people like you."
Wang Xu smiled awkwardly: "Hahaha, that's nothing.
It should be."
He turned his head and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "Look at what kind of things you got into in order to save some money on the boat.
On the body" 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 Cat still didn't tell him how to return to the future.
So he packed his luggage and ran to knock on Master 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, Beijing City 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 Luoyang City.
This is a must-win place for military strategists in the Central Plains. , you have to ask why?
Because this geographical location is unique.
It is surrounded by the sea on the left, Taihang on the right, Juyong on the north, and Heji on the south.
It has thousands of miles of fertile land, the best in the world, the capital of emperors, and the land of abundance."
Wang Xu waved his hand and said: "Okay, I'll go back to my own time.
I can find a tour guide to tell me this.
Don't talk nonsense.
What I'm asking is, why are we here?
Does this have anything to do with when we go back through time and space?"
No connection whatsoever” Mr.
Cat sighed: "Well, then I'll tell you, forget it.
Do you remember, I said that as long as we get help from someone, we can go back?"
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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."
"Even if his son is born in another ten years, he will be a hundred and twenty years old by our time."
"His son is probably five or six years old this year."
"Who are you talking about?"
"Tang Wenwu."
"Which way is this?"
Mr.
Cat ignored Wang Xu's complaints and continued: "His son's name is Tang Xiaohu."
The corner of Wang Xu's mouth twitched: "You mean, you met a guy named Tang Xiaohu in the 21st century, who was over 120 years old, and then he told you that his father created the time machine" Master Cat 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 and never know 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 wonderful book Shenyi Chapter in his hand.
In fact, he has been under the influence of his father since he was a child. , was subtly influenced, not to mention that he inherited the fine blood of his father.
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 of psychic abilities.
What is the type of man?
Do you remember Brother Wei Chi from Suzhou?"
"Oh, that idiot" Mr.
Cat rolled his eyes: "That idiot 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 creates 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?"
Mr.
Cat said: "Why are you so stupid?
What is my psychic ability?"
"Return, what's wrong?"
"Yes, returning is like a key, the key that opens the door to 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, it is not something I can interfere with.
It’s all about the field, just leave it to the professionals.”
Wang Xu said: "So that's what happened, how do you know so many things about Xinglong?
You even know that his father is an inventor?"
"What does this mean?
It's not just his father's business.
I have 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 your dreams.
I can’t even imagine the bizarre plot.”
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