Time Traveler

The shopkeeper suddenly realized: "No wonder, these masters look like ordinary people. Yesterday they asked the genius doctor Ding to come for a consultation. They shot a string of Dongzhu. You didn't see it, San Ye, at least that string of beads Worth one hundred thousand taels!"

　　 "One hundred thousand taels?" Zhang Laosan also took a deep breath. In three years, the prefect only had one hundred thousand snowflake silvers. These few foreigners were the extra money of the prefect for three years. How lavish was this.

The shopkeeper went up to report. Lei Meng learned that the government had sent someone and went downstairs to greet him personally. The two parties saw the courtesy. Zhang Laosan was in professional habit and looked carefully at Lei Meng. He saw that this person was eight feet away and looked around. The beard is about Zhang Fei's rebirth and Li Kui's rebirth. It looks like he was born in an army, but it is definitely not the kind of green camp soldiers who eat and wait to die. At least they are elite soldiers like Xishan Jianrui Camp in Beijing.

　　 Zhang Laosan handed out the invitation, Lei Meng took out a silver dollar and handed it over: "I'm sorry, please."

　　 Waiting for Lei Meng to go upstairs, Zhang Laosan was holding the silver dollar in his hand, his face was gloomy for a long time, and he suddenly asked the shopkeeper: "How much luggage did they bring? Are there any carts and horses?"

　　 The shopkeeper said: "Just two boxes, no carts and horses."

　　 "Watch me a little bit." Zhang Laosan put the silver dollar into his arms, "Something went wrong, pay attention to your head."

　　 "Hey." The shopkeeper lowered his waist, and respectfully sent Zhang Sanye out. This year, the official and bandit family, Zhang Sanye is afraid that he has taken a fancy to others' property.

This is the care of the shopkeeper. Zhang Laosan is a native of Hunan and a fellow of Lin Zhifu. He was almost beheaded after committing an incident in his early years. He was rescued by Lin Huaiyuan, who was still an official at the time. The Yamen entrance is divided into three classes and six rooms. The third class is Zaoban, Zhuangban and Kuaiban. The former is responsible for the logistics and guard work of the Yamen, and the latter two are responsible for standing and arresting. Zhang San is the leader of the Zaoban and is responsible for Mr. Lin. Access security and personal guards are one of the confidants of adults. Fate and adults are closely connected. Therefore, for fear that people with unknown origins will be disadvantageous to their masters, the shopkeeper is asked to monitor more, and there is no intention of murder or extortion.

　　 The government office signed the detention house. Lin Huaiyuan heard Zhang San's report, frowning, these people have very big backgrounds, and the so-called Nanyang merchants are just an excuse to cover their eyes.

　　 "My lord, is there anything wrong with what a humble job did?" Zhang San asked.

　　 "You are doing well, let's go down." Lin Huaiyuan nodded, "Go call Master."

An official will bring a master who does not occupy the establishment to help make suggestions. Lin Huaiyuan is no exception. The master he invited is from Shaoxing, whose surname is Zhou, who is in his fifties and is full of poetry and books, but he has no fame. All his ambitions were placed on his master, Lin Huaiyuan would consult with him about everything he encountered, and he could be called the think tank of Jinjiang Mansion and Lin Huaiyuan's deputy.

　　 Master Zhou said that this matter was easy to handle, and he invited them on behalf of Master Lin. After a few words during the dinner, the truth came out.

　　 "No matter what scammers, they can't conceal the golden eyes of the old." Master Zhou shook his folding fan lightly, and the goatee on his chin was pouted.

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In the morning, Lei Meng took the money to the mule and horse market to buy big animals. The Antai Consortium has its own horse farm. Instructor Lei has a lot of research on horses. He usually rides imported British thoroughbred racehorses, Arabian horses, and tall gods. Jun, who has taken care of him with great care, has never seen such a bad horse in the mule market of Omi Prefecture.

Even inferior horses are limited in number. The mule horse market is dominated by large cattle, mules, and donkeys that can farm and pull carts. There are few horses to travel, and some are short Dian horses, Mongolian horses, and Lei Meng. The physique man rides on, how funny it is.

　　 The price of large cattle is not expensive, depending on the age, ranging from a dozen to dozens of taels, but Lei Meng didn't take a fancy to a horse, and he returned in dismay.

　　 He didn't notice, someone had been quietly staring behind him, watching his every move.

　　 At noon, I still ordered the food in Tianxiangju. I ate it on the second floor of the inn. Xiao Er was waiting for the four uncles beside him, serving them wine and listening to them chattering.

　　 Lei Meng said that he could not go to the capital without buying suitable horses. Liu Yanzhi said that he could take a boat from Omi to Shanghai without riding a horse, and then take a foreigner steamer from Shanghai to Tianjin, and from Tianjin Wei to Beijing by train.

　　 They said it in an orderly manner. Xiao Er listened to Yunshan Mist. They didn't understand the meaning of those terms at all. They kept them in mind. When the waiters had finished their meal, they would report to the shopkeeper.

　　 The shopkeeper thought about the content of these conversations and prepared to report to Sanye Zhang at night.

In the evening, it was time to go to the banquet of the prefect, but no one would take care of Zhou Jiarui after all four of them went. They solved the problem through lottery. Zhang Wenbo stayed to look after, and the rest went to the banquet at the price of Zhang Wenbo being able to go out to drink alone at night. liqueur.

The Yuejiang Tower in the twenty-sixth year of Guangxu and the Yuejiang Tower in 2017 are two completely different buildings. The former collapsed in the 1920s due to disrepair, and the warlord Chen Zikun invested in the reconstruction in the 1930s. The guards were demolished as the four olds and rebuilt in the early 1980s. What they boarded is the original Qing Dynasty brick-and-wood restaurant Linjiang. The four fields are open and the river scenery is panoramic. It is really the first choice for literati to drink and make fus. place.

The prefect is respected and it’s not convenient to come out in person, so we arranged Master Zhou from the government office, butler Lin, as well as the head of Zhang from Zaoban to accompany the guests. There was also Zhao Bichen, the guardian from Beijing, who was seated as the guest and the host. Pour tea together, serve refreshments with dried fruits, and chat first.

　　 Master Zhou's eyes are poisonous, and he stared at the clothes of these masters first. This didn't matter, he was taken aback.

The Qing dynasty costumes of the Crossing Group are all specially made versions, using excellent Su embroidery materials. In the eyes of Master Zhou, this is a special tribute for the Imperial Palace. Look at the emerald cap on the Lei Meng melon cap. Full, green and gratifying, Master Zhou has limited knowledge, so naturally he doesn't understand that this thing is plastic.

It didn’t take much time to serve the wine and vegetables, eight cold and eight hot. The wine was made from local Qiong syrup. On behalf of the prefect, Master Zhou expressed his gratitude to Zhao Bichen and Liu Yanzhi. He took the wine glasses to toast and spent three rounds. , The atmosphere gradually became harmonious, and under the suggestion of Master Zhou, the head of Zhang began to persuade him to drink.

　　 Zhang squad leader had to drink a pound of wine every day when he couldn't beat thunder. Lei Meng was a soldier. The most popular thing when he was in the army was to fight wine. When the two saw each other, they drank a jar of white wine in an instant.

　　 When Master Zhou saw the fire, he started to talk.

　　He first asked the guests where they came from. According to the predetermined script, Lei Meng answered that he was from Southeast Java, a merchant who sells spices and jewellery. This time he returned to China to find business opportunities. Unfortunately, the master had an accident halfway through...

　　 "Listening to your accent, it seems like people in the capital, how can you travel all the way to Nanyang to do business?" Master Zhou asked.

　　 Lei Meng said, "I am a Beijinger. When I was young, I went around everywhere, and it is normal for the local accent to remain unchanged."

　　 Team leader Zhang said with the spirit of wine: "Dude is from the capital, has he ever been in the Forbidden City?"

　　 Lei Meng laughed: "I often go there. When I was young, I went to play with my parents, when I grew up, I went to play with my friends. I don’t remember how many times I have been there."

　　 Master Zhou was shocked, the Forbidden City was inside the palace, but it was not a place where most people would go if they said.

　　 "What is the Jinluan Palace of the Emperor's dynasty?" 　 Bantou Zhang didn't know if he was really drunk or fake, so he slanted his eyes and continued to ask.

"That’s not the place where the emperor’s reign, nor is it called Jinluan Hall. It’s called the Hall of Supreme Harmony. It’s the place where royal ceremonies are held. Normally the emperor goes to Qianqingmen and calls it Yumen Tingzheng. The heart hall summoned the ministers and cleared the two rows of small houses outside the gate. It was the Military Aircraft Department..." Lei Meng said triumphantly. He did visit the Forbidden City frequently, and he was about to catch up with a professional tour guide.

　　 Mr. Zhang listened to five confuses and three ways. I don’t know whether it’s true or not. The shocked legs of Master Zhou over there are shaking. He knows the imperial palace so well, what is the origin of these people!

　　 Liu Yan directly touched Lei Meng with his foot, and motioned him not to be foolish.

　　 When Master Zhou saw this detail, it made him even more confused.

Lei Meng was reminded by Liu Yanzhi, no longer bragging, and honestly playing the role of a Southeast Asian merchant, with the broad vision and knowledge of the 21st century people, fooling these people more than 100 years ago effortlessly, what fire 600 shots per minute The rapid grabbing of bullets, the iron-hulled ship that can walk on the bottom of the sea, and the iron plane that can go up to the sky, stunned everyone.

　　 Zhao Bichen, who has been silent for a long time, suddenly said: "Brother Liu, dare to ask where is the teacher?"

　　 Liu Yan smiled straight and said: "Self-taught, without him, only the hand is fast, the world martial arts, only fast is not broken."

　　 Zhao Bichen muttered these words, and then said: "Brother Liu's sword can be borrowed for the next view."

Liu Yan straightly untied the knife around his waist and offered it with both hands. Zhao Bichen took the knife. First of all, he admired the knife outfit, shark skin sheath, and pure copper knife outfit. The shape was exquisite. The handle was wrapped with red silk thread. Press the tension spring slowly. Pulling out a blade, the mouth is shaped like a dragon's mouth, and the blade is sharp and narrow.

Zhao Bichen left the seat, drew out the long knife, and patted the right hand holding the knife with his left hand. The blade vibrated slightly and made a humming sound. The blade was made of multi-layer folding patterned steel with a new type of steel material. The blade was extremely flexible and sharp. Blowing hair can be broken.

"Good sword!" Zhao Bichen praised. He is a martial idiot. Youxi collects magic weapons. He has not seen this kind of sword. In the early years, Qianlong spent a lot of money and spent more than ten years to build ten swords. The knife is equipped with more gold, silver and gemstones. As far as the weapon itself is concerned, it is at this level~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After the banquet, the drunk guests went back to the inn to rest. Master Zhou asked Zhao Bichen: "Zhao Lord, in your opinion, what is the origin of these people?"

　　 Zhao Bichen shook his head: "It's hard to say, but the knife may be supervised by the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

　　 After everyone left the Tianzi private room, a screen was removed. Sitting behind was Lin Huaiyuan, who was dressed in casual clothes. There were wine and vegetables on the small round table, and it had been a long time since he was drinking.

　　 "My lord, look at..." Master Zhou said.

"The Jingshi accent, neither overbearing nor overbearing, possessing special skills and carrying a lot of money, should be the children of the clan family." Lin Huaiyuan said, just now he saw the few people through the gap in the screen, each with delicate skin and tender flesh, with regular facial features, but He is not the kind of dude who is ignorant of carrying cages and hanging birds.

Clan descendants, members of the ranks, familiar with the forbidden terrain of the Great Inner Palace, and even the location of the Imperial Gate and the military planes. Not everyone with so many officials in the Qing Dynasty has been in the Forbidden City. Lin Huaiyuan lived such a big life. It is said that they had been there once more than ten years ago. These guys are so familiar with the palace. Based on the above conclusions, the truth is ready to come out.

　　 That stunner should be at the rank of the Imperial Guard. The little white face surnamed Liu is at least a guard at the door. The remaining surnamed Guo is also a Lan Ling at least.

　　 Then what kind of character is the "Master" carried by these Ouchi guards? Lin Huaiyuan didn't dare to think further.

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