Time Traveler

Liu Yanzhi expressed his willingness to go with Professor Party. He said that Lei Meng, who had originally planned to go out alone for some fun, had to give up his plan and accompany the Party Patriotic to visit the teacher.

"I don't see that you are also people who respect teachers and morals." Party patriots smiled, "Then accompany me to meet the founder of Jiangdong University, the scholar of the Guangxu Dynasty, the veteran of the Tongmenghui, the leader of Jiangdong literary circles, and the academic leader. , Mr. Shao Qiuming, the old man called you a few words, it will be enough for you all your life."

　　 Liu Yanzhi and Lei Meng nodded solemnly.

　　Dang Paiguo sighed and said, "After all, Mr. Shao's life is not a few days away."

　　 Liu Yan said straightforwardly: "I know, this old man is very spine, refuses to eat American flour, and starves to death."

The patriotic party waved his hand: "It was all my party’s propaganda. Mr. Shao died of liver cancer. That’s right, their family doesn’t eat American flour, but they are not too poor to eat. There is always money to buy domestic food. I remember that in the memoirs of President Shao, Chen Zikun came to visit his grandfather at home when he was young, and brought a hundred kilograms of Nantai millet. He drank millet porridge at home for several days."

　　 Liu Yan nodded thoughtfully. This is the so-called integrity, the integrity of the masters of the Republic of China era.

Time is limited, so they just leave. The three people put their luggage in the guest room and go downstairs to let the hotel arrange a taxi. Those who can afford a taxi these days are by no means idlers, because there are cars in the whole city. The amount is three digits. Except for government agencies, military and police constitutional specials, there are only a dozen taxis used for commercial purposes in Omi. The cost is calculated in U.S. dollars, and ordinary people can't even think about it. Hit a tricycle at most.

In a short time, a bright Chevrolet came to the entrance of the Vermilion Hotel. The driver was wearing a uniform and white gloves. He got out and pulled the door. Dang Aiguo and Lei Meng sat in the back row. Liu Yan sat straight in the co-pilot position. He inadvertently The handle of the Browning FN1935 gun was exposed in the placket. The driver saw it and didn't change his expression. There are more people with guns in their heads these years.

　　Dang Paiguo handed a note to the driver with Professor Shao’s home address written on it. It would be a waste of time for them to find the home by themselves. It would be more convenient to take a taxi.

The driver drove the Chevrolet limousine and drove slowly on Central Street. It was the end of the year. Everywhere was busy, shopping for New Year’s goods, collecting debts, and hiding debts. The citizens lined up in front of the rice shop, and the students held banners in front of the provincial government. Street demonstrations, shouting anti-civil war, anti-hunger slogans, American steel helmets on their heads, sentries with formal rifles on their shoulders, looking at the students expressionlessly, the sky is blowing and snowing, and a stormy atmosphere permeates the winter. In the cold air.

　　 "The people don't have a living." Liu Yan sighed, the driver looked ahead and said, "The price of rice has increased again."

　　 "How many meters can one month's salary buy?" Liu Yan asked directly.

　　 The driver turned his head to look at him, very puzzled. How could this person ask such a naive question? How far did the legal currency depreciate he didn't know? Golden dollar bills are more unusable than legal tenders. The high monthly salary is a burden. The beautifully printed banknotes imported from American Dawlin paper are not as valuable as the paper itself. For those who have the means to say, ordinary employees are simply nothing. Wandering on the edge of starvation.

　　 "I can't eat enough anyway." The driver replied, speaking as little as possible so as not to provoke these unidentified guys. Maybe they are spies from Nanjing and come to the dog spies who have been troubled by Mr. Chen.

　　Dang Aiguo said in the back row: "Master driver, find a store to stop, I will buy some cakes, milk powder and other things."

"Yes, sir." The taxi driver knew this kind of high-end store well. He drove straight to Sincere Department Store on Central Street. This store is a chain store with Sincere Department Store on Main Street in Shanghai. It is a five-story building on the first floor. The street is full of glass windows. Inside the windows are a dazzling array of goods. There are Christmas trees studded with light bulbs. There are model trains imported from the United States. Together with miniature tracks and scenery, the price is one hundred dollars. A few poor children outside the window look awkward. Seeing the little train running happily with white smoke, my nose dripped and I forgot to wipe it.

The car stopped at the gate of the department store. The driver got out of the car in a hurry, helped the VIPs in the back seat to pull the car door, respectfully sent them out of the car, and ran to open the door of the store. Dang Paiguo nodded, Lei Meng took out After a silver dollar was thrown in, the driver volleyed and grabbed the silver dollar. After the guests entered the gate, he blew his breath and listened to it. The buzzing, genuine big head of Yuan.

　　The customers tipped so generously, and they shot a big ocean. What a solid foundation, the driver said with emotion.

What he didn’t know was that this batch of silver dollars was cast by himself through the station, using computer-designed molds, which are naturally old. The materials used are 95% sterling silver plus some copper, a full 27 grams, modern Silver has become an industrial metal, only a few yuan per gram, so the cost is very low and expensive.

When Dang Aiguo and his party entered the mall, they felt the warmth on their faces. American jazz rang in their ears. The tycoon in mink and the coquettish woman was shopping for luxury goods at the counter, and there were a few blonde Americans. Soldiers, with Chinese women on their arms, their straight uniforms, and their high eyes made Liu Yan directly feel the humiliation of the weak and the people.

　　 "I want to find fault and punch someone." Liu Yan said straight, "fist itchy."

　　 "Let's bear it." Party Patriotic said coldly, "Don't be accustomed to it, it's all like this, the Luda in the 1950s, the old Maozi is a virtue."

Little intolerance leads to chaos. Liu Yanzhi finally did not take action. They stopped at the food counter and named them to buy domestic food. This made the clerk very worried. The charming female clerk spoke in Mandarin in Nanjing accent: "Sir, Is the American product bad? The quality is good and the price is not high."

This product is not fake. After World War II, a large number of US military supplies poured into China, cheap and good quality, and instantly crushed the national industry. In this era, Europe is still a pile of rubble, and Asian countries are also a waste of time. Only the United States is on the market. It's hard to support domestic products.

In the end, the clerk helped them find two cans of domestically produced Qindiao brand condensed milk. They couldn’t get it with the condensed milk. Dang Aiguo bought some bird’s nests and two old ginseng roots, both of which were nourishing. Before leaving, they saw fruit. The sugar sold, weighed five kilograms, wrapped in straw paper, tied with a rope and carried it.

It only cost twenty dollars to buy these things. In fact, no one in the mall used gold vouchers to pay the bill. They are not worth the money. You have to take a bundle of banknotes to buy a piece of candy. It’s too much trouble. Everyone uses US dollars or silver dollars. As for the government The alleged private holding of foreign exchange gold and silver is a crime, and everyone should only treat it as a joke.

　　 After buying things, the three of them walked out of the mall, and the snow was getting heavier outside. Under the marble steps of the Central Bank opposite, there was a ragged beggar lying motionless, probably frozen to death.

　　 Dang Paiguo sighed and got into the car.

　　 Three minutes later, the car came to the gate of Shaofu. In the late 1940s, the downtown area of ​​Omi was very small. Shaofu was on Yanwu Street. It was only a five-minute walk from Xianshi Department Store.

The Shao’s family is a large family with a scholarly family. The courtyard is extremely open and bright. It looks like a Chinese-style house outside, but there are small European-style buildings inside. The concierge saw guests visiting by car, and came out respectfully to ask. Give out the business card and let the porter pass in.

　　 After a while, the porter invited three guests in. The eldest of the Shao family and Shao Qiuming’s eldest son, Shao Lin, received them. The guests and the host were seated and served tea in the living room.

　　 The party’s patriotic business card printed on the drug importer. Shao Lin treated each other with courtesy, but he was obviously a little absent-minded.

　　 "Mr. Shao, I was entrusted to visit the old principal." Dang Aiguodao, "Xiao Rufeng, a graduate of the Department of Chemistry of Jiang University in 1925."

Of course, this name was not invented by the party patriotism. In fact, Xiao Rufeng was not only Shao Qiuming’s protégé, but also Shao Lin’s friend. However, he later studied in the United States and became an American citizen. He became a Chinese-American scientist, and he did not have it after liberation. He returned to China to serve our party like other people, but continued to stay in the United States and serve capitalism. For this reason, Shao Lin wrote a stern letter of dismissal and published it in the Omi Daily.

　　 Of course, these are all later things. At least in 1948, Shao Lin still had feelings for Xiao Rufeng. His interest suddenly rose. He kept inquiring about Xiao Rufeng's situation in the United States, and asked the Washington authorities about the situation in China.

　　 The party is patriotic and talks freely. With his seventy years of leading cultural knowledge, it is not a problem to fool Shao Lin.

　　 "I want to visit the old principal on behalf of Brother Xiao, but it's alright but his wish, I don't know..." Dang Paiguodao.

　　 Shao Lin thought for a moment, got up and said, "Brother Dang, come with me."

　　 The two entered the back house and glanced through the glass of the main landlord’s house. Principal Shao could not sleep and was still sick.

"Brother Dang, it’s not that I’m not letting you see it. It’s really dying." Shao Lin bowed his head and sighed. "Chinese and Western medicine have seen it. It is a malignant tumor on the liver and terminal illness. The old man loves to drink all his life and he just drank it ."

　　 Dang Paiguo also sighed and patted Dang Paiguo's shoulder. The two of them walked forward. Suddenly, they saw a thin little boy standing at the door of the wing, blinking at the guests.

　　 "This kid is called a man." Shao Lin said.

　　 The child bowed: "Hello, sir."

　　Party patriotism took off politely in return: "Hello, brother Xiaoshi."

　　 Shao Lindao: "This is Dog, Wenyuan L, seven years old this year."

　　The party patriotic heart secretly called hello, teacher.

The child was afraid of living and went back to the house. The Party Patriotic continued to return to the front hall and talked to Shao Lin. Unknowingly, he talked about the political situation. Shao Lin smoked cigarettes one by one and scolded the Kuomintang Chiang Kai-shek government for corruption and incompetence~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Brother Shao, do you think China can be saved? "The Party Patriotic Road, and handed over another Lucky Cigarette. Don't look at Shao Lin's scolding Americans, hating Americans for monopolizing the Chinese market and suppressing the national economy, but they are open to American cigarettes, and they are not rejected.

　　 "The only one who can save China is the Communist Party." Shao Lin spit out a puff of smoke and said in a definite way.

　　 "I heard that what they said was pretty good." The Party Patriotic wrote lightly, "It is only the need of united front work to protect the incompleteness. It will deceive you social elites and democrats to deceive you and refuse to recognize people when the government is in hand."

"It's wrong for the party brother to say that." Shao Lin changed his expression. "The communists kept their promises. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the democratic consultation system was established. All of us have to participate in politics. They will never engage in dictatorship like the Kuomintang. If one party is to dominate, I can guarantee you with my life."

　　 The party’s patriotism spanned over seventy years, and it was not here to quarrel. He smiled faintly: "I hope, it's not early, we should say goodbye."

Originally, Shao Lin wanted to keep the guests for meals, but the conversation just now made him feel uncomfortable, so he didn’t say anything to keep him, but he accepted the gifts from the guests, sent them out the gate, got in the car, and watched. Chevrolet went away and then returned home.

　　 On the car, Liu Yan turned around and asked: "Later, this man became a member of the CPPCC?"

　　Party Patriotic shook his head: "No, I was shot dead in 1951 when I suppressed the rebellion."

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