The modern me and the Republic of China her

Chapter 8
Xiaofa entered the city with a group of people, and happily drove to the mansion in a few four-wheeled carriages.

The driver is highly skilled, the horses are of pure Mongolian blood, and they pull the carts well. People who traveled through the 21st world still think they are too slow.

"Turtle-like speed," this small distance does not even take ten bus stops, but it took the whole morning.

His stomach was empty, and an ill-fitting silk shirt dangled around his body.

"When can I have dinner?"

The young man couldn't help laughing when he heard him muttering.

"Little brother, didn't you remind me earlier that I prepared two boxes of pastries in the car, but they have only been out for two days. They are not as sweet and soft as the new ones. I'm afraid you won't be used to them."

After all, he dug out a box in the car and took out a box for the hungry Xiaofa.

Xiaofa didn't like dessert very much before time travel, firstly she was afraid of gaining weight, and secondly she was afraid of toothache.

Now that I've traveled through time, I don't even have a toothbrush at hand, let alone chewing gum.

He didn't want to reach out to pick it up, because he was afraid that he would be too hungry to hold it, so he tore open the package, grabbed a piece and bit it.

The golden cake smells like butter, and the fillings are rose petals and osmanthus stamens. It smells delicious in your mouth.

"Brother, where did this cake come from?"

The young man frowned, "Little brother, I'm afraid you've been wandering outside for a long time, and you've even forgotten what the chef's specialty dim sum tastes like."

He looked at Xiaofa, "Hurry up, hurry up, don't eat too much, go home and have a big meal."

Xiaofa heard that there was a big meal waiting, so she controlled her gluttony and let go after eating only one piece.

At noon, the sun was shining blindingly.

After running around at night and all morning, the horse team finally entered the city.

Out of curiosity, Xiaofa rolled up the curtain a little, and poked her head to see what was going on outside.

The street scene of the busy city of Beiping just appeared in front of my eyes.

Countless small alleys, endless alleys.

People came and went on the street in a hurry, including a few ladies and gentlemen who pursued new fashions, and a few old and young people who clung to the remnants of the Qing Dynasty.

There are a lot of people, there are brand-new western-style parted hair, and there are honest long braids.

There are modern girls with umbrellas and high heels, and old-fashioned women with small feet, long skirts and big buns.

The appearance of the shops is also very strange, some of them hang the old signs of the previous dynasty, while others have changed their signs to keep pace with the times.

More people, dressed in conservative robes and mandarin jackets, walked in a hurry, looking confused and muddled along.

Several young men in school uniforms rushed out of the crowd.

They distributed pamphlets along the way, as they ran.

From this, he judged that he was roughly in the early Republic of China.And it's the part that I didn't learn so well.

With the vivid history in front of me, I can't wait to jump out of the car and join this exciting scene.

For now, however, his identity is a mystery.

In order to create conditions for the next step, he also has to play the role of a fool who ran away from home and was just found by his family.

Surviving in troubled times is a test of the wisdom and ability of a modern person.

He has faced too many unknown things, and he needs to be careful all the time to ensure his personal safety.

Immersed in historical memories, the car stopped.

The young man patted him on the shoulder, "Get out of the car."

He got out of the car and stood carefully.

A majestic mansion with red walls and black tiles, two mighty brass lions squatting at the door, a vermilion gate, and a plaque hung high on the door with three large characters: Gu Mansion.

It is dozens of times larger than those single-family villas Xiaofa saw in the suburbs of Beijing before crossing.

During the period of the Republic of China, Beiping did not have such a dense population, and the per capita living area was much larger than that of modern times.

Xiaofa began to be curious about the identity of the owner of the house, and guessed that it was a new nobleman, but he couldn't see why.

When he studied history, he didn't ask for a deep understanding.

I didn't study deeply, let alone understand the family background in detail one by one.

The knowledge is stretched, and I can't figure out which person's home I have been taken to.

Several attendants went to report first, and the people in the door came out one by one.

Xiaofa began to imagine that there would be a grand welcome scene, both anticipating and nervous.

The young man tidied him up, taught him to stand up, and gently reminded him of the precautions.

"Father has been in the south for more than half a month, and now the third mother is in charge of the family. When we meet again, you must not say anything that offends her."

He thought, the relationship in this family is really complicated. It seems that the master has at least three wives, and he will have a headache in the future.

A total of twenty people came to pick him up.

The leader was a young woman with an upper-middle appearance and mean complexion, followed by five maids who all called her "the third wife" in a low voice.

She was wearing a cheongsam made of fine brocade, and her hair was full of hairpins inlaid with jadeite and ruby.

Her sharp eyes swept towards Zhang Xiaofa, staying on his face repeatedly.

He recalled the scene when security checked prohibited items on the plane.

She stretched out her hands with red nails and two gold bracelets, grabbed him by the neck like a hawk, and forced him to bend over.

There was a mole on his waist, and this woman didn't even spare the mole, and pinched him fiercely, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

He was annoyed and angry, but for the sake of his life, he had to obey.

The fierce woman inspected him like a piece of cargo, and said bitterly: "Little ghost, you can come back alive. Next time you run, you will die outside."

The young man hastened to speak well.

"Third mother, you adults don't count the faults of villains. The younger brother has already admitted his mistake. He has only turned sixteen this month and is not sensible yet. I will try to educate him later."

Xiaofa and the third wife formed a deep hatred at the first meeting.

This young master probably has no mother, or his mother has fallen out of favor and has no status, so a powerful third aunt is forced to leave home.

He wanted to ask his elder brother the details, but he was afraid that if he said too much, he would make a mistake and bring about the disaster of killing himself.

He lowered his eyebrows and closed his mouth tightly, leading everyone in like he lost his memory.

The interior decoration and layout of the house are worth complaining about.

Let’s start with the living room: a fresh style Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase filled with tacky roses.

Good-looking rosewood tables and chairs are nondescriptly matched with tea sets that were popular during the Louis XVI period.

On the wall of the living room, conservative Chinese landscape paintings and freehand freehand paintings of Western women fly together.

The owner spent a lot of money, but from the perspective of modern people's tolerance, this is also an unacceptable mix and match.

He walked through large and small rooms and colorful corridors as if he was watching the excitement.

Several fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls wanted to drag him to take a bath.

They said that the third wife disliked the smell on his body and couldn't eat, so she had to wash and spray perfume before she was allowed to eat.

Although the maids are not beautiful, they are also neatly dressed.

As soon as he heard that they were taking care of the bath, he immediately blushed.

(End of this chapter)