Preface Looking back on it's been a hundred years 4

The fire is still burning desperately. The old and young beggars don't know when they will fall asleep. They are curled on the edge of this warmth, and the wind and rain outside the temple gate will not decrease. In this year, they have not become frozen bones on the roadside, which seems to be a kind of happiness.

Li Xiang's heart sinks from time to time, but his face is as dull as ever, seemingly calm. This dream is an illusory bubble, but every piece of it is what he saw with his own eyes as an urban management, and even did it with his own hands. Although he followed his master to work as an urban manager for only a few months, he really knew too much about this profession...

In the dream, tears slipped down my cheeks and fell on the messy, wet and cold ground.

Li wanted to sleep on the cold and wet ground. In his dream, he was chased and beaten by a street mouse. He hugged his head and ran to the communication in his dream. He leaned against a tree and felt that he had no strength all over his body. He didn't know it was a dream. He just gasped and muttered to himself, "Don't give up. I won't give up. This is an iron rice bowl... Don't give up!" At least it is also sneaking into the system of national civil servants... There is no reason to lose the iron rice bowl..."

Li Xiang's eyes still stopped in the gray sky like his mood in the distant dream, and the murmur could not even be heard by himself. The flying stone vegetable leaves, the boiling mockery, intertwined into a messy net, tightened little by little. He is just a joke, a joke about the city management of the Celestial Empire, but he is one of the insignificant ones... This is also depressing enough.

In a trance, the voice of aunt's pleading echoed around again.

"Comrade, comrade... Please be pitiful and let me go!"

"Comrade, it's not easy for me to have old and young..."

"No, don't hit me again, comrade! It's all my fault. I won't set up a stall. Let's move the stall immediately. Don't confiscate it!"

But suddenly, the old faces of the timid aunts and aunts who only know how to beg turned into a turbulent group of emotions on the bustling street. A pair of eyes staring at him as if they were about to spit out fire, as well as the happy tone of disaster and sarcastic voices, as well as the self-evident rejection and hatred.

"Are you still human!"

There is only disdain and contempt on their faces, and their emotionless voices are cruel and unavoidable.

"Sure enough, it is selfless. Use the livelihood of a small stallman and a family to spread your urban management's achievements and get promoted and get rich. I don't know how many small vendors you need to catch to have a first-class?"

"I'm also here for life... Who will understand my difficulties... There is a position, and no one will blame." The sadness in my heart is so clear, but the defense given to myself is also so weak.

He struggled hard in his dream, speechless, the sky was gray, but his vision could not be far away. He choked in one breath and woke up from his dream with a violent cough.

Li wanted to sit up and gasped along his chest, which turned out to be sweaty.

Looking around, it is still in the ruined temple of the Liu family. It turned out that it was a nightmare just now, but it is not a different nightmare to travel through a hundred years against the current.

The rain finally stopped, and the fire was about to go out, but the wind made it colder. At this time, the dark evil gate is the darkest time before dawn. The beggars were so cold that they curled up tightly into a ball. Li wanted to bring some waste wood and burn the fire.

It's just that no matter how much firewood is added and less fire, he also feels that every corner of the Liu family's broken temple is still so strange, so far away, so gray, miserable and cold. How many things can't be crossed in a hundred years of space-time distance? From now on, I will be really alone, with no relatives, no money and no power. What should I do in the future?

The old beggars and little beggars in Liu's Temple also respect him, but can they understand his thoughts? I'm afraid that if Li wants to say it, they will only regard him as a psychopath. If he is sent to a foreigner's mental hospital, he can't think of it in his life. It's better to go back to be his notorious city manager and enjoy the people's eyes with ridicule and sarcasm. These make him feel that it is neither painful nor itchy, and he is not afraid of losing a piece of meat. It's useless to just regret. In that case, it's good to cry and go back to be his urban management. But time travel has become a fact, and I can only accept this reality easily and calmly. It's just that other people's time travel is not to be an emperor, but also to be a prince and a young master of a family, but he travels to be a beggar. Other people's road is spacious and enlightened, but his road is blank. He felt that everything in this era was almost a cold stranger to him. He was alone in this foreign time and space, his heart was like soaking in ice water, the coldness through the bone and marrow, and the blankness under the lonely tears...

Until dawn, Li Xiang's spirit gradually improved.

Li Xiang had been sleeping in the Liu family temple for several days before. The old beggar thought he was dead. Ah Shui tried his best to wake him up. He can't remember at all before and after crossing. Crossing is risky and has sequelae.

After last night's toss and turns, thinking nonsense and nightmares, Li Xiang finally figured out: who has been a person who has been able to achieve great things and a great career since ancient times has not gone through several hardships? The protagonist of that time-travel novel did not turn over the hegemony? I traveled alone a hundred years ago, and I can't lose to the protagonists of those novels. I remember that I read a time-travel novel called "Yanqing" before. The dog-blooded author gave the protagonist Xu Yifan the 250 bare-handed empty-handed Qing season, the same number of romantic characters, the same rolled up the Chinese sky... The hardship of that experience can be called a legend.

"Therefore, the sky will give a great responsibility to the Si people. They must first suffer their minds, work their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skin, empty their bodies, and mess up their deeds. Therefore, they are moved and tolerant, and have benefited from what they can't do." "Zhang Kongquan in the field of war, and strategizing on a good road." I can't even stand this small setback. What's to talk about. Map hegemony, save the country and save the people, guide the country, stimulate the words, dominate the ups and downs of the earth, and count the romantic figures...

Uh-huh... It's still too early to think about these things. In this era, we should always leave some traces in the history of youth. This idea is ambitious, but we must first solve the problem of food and clothing and the lowest living security. The wind here is too strong, and the broken temple gate has been broken in the battle with the ruffians yesterday. Alas, war is destruction.

His body shivered and he couldn't stand the cold. Now except for this ruined temple, he really has nowhere to go in this era!

At this time, Li Xiang had no money in this era, and no one received a few RMB.

"Dong, Dong, Dong." A string of bells rang from the huge self-ringing bell tower at Liujiamiao Railway Station came from afar.

Hearing the bell of the railway station, the beggars also got up.

"Master, get up early."

"It's a nice day today."

The first and only thing they did when they got up was to beg. Of course, they won't call Li Xiang, a living treasure, and Li Xiang won't go with them.

He is looking for a way to get rich.

Li Xiang found a broken water tank in the ruined temple compound, which was full of last night's rain. He washed with the rain and cheered up and prepared to go into the city today - look at Hankou, the second most prosperous port in the Yangtze River Basin a hundred years ago. There were rich people there. Maybe he met a big man and found something. A chance to get rich.

Liujia Temple is not far from the pier by the Ejiang River, and not far from Liujia Temple Railway Station. According to Baidu, Jiang'an Railway Station was built in April 1898. When it was built, it was named "Hankou Jiang'an Railway Station". It is located in Liujia Temple, so it is commonly known as "Liujia Temple Railway Station" by locals. Now the name of Liujia Temple has long disappeared, and young people basically don't know it. The terminal of the Jinghan Railway built by Zhang Zhidong is also here, not the Yudaimen Station written in many books. The original train on the Beijing-Han Railway passed through this station to the riverside train ferry across the Yangtze River, and then took the Guangdong-Han Railway to Guangdong. This station has always been an important station connecting the north and the south.

This is the main road of land and water transportation, and it is also the largest commercial port opened to the outside world in the Yangtze River. There are many railway tracks from the railway station to the wharf, so this wharf is not ordinary and lively. It is not only a waterway wharf, but also a land passenger and cargo collection station, or a foreign trade customs office.

The porters have built simple houses, medicinal materials and cloth, grain merchants, and stack warehouses here.

Here is Liujiamiao Railway Station and the slum in Hankou. There is a large area of low huts. The bitter ha ha are also divided into gangs. More than 30 big brothers, large and small, are divided according to their respective forces. Of course, it is not their turn to collect protection fees or anything. The purpose of competing for territory is only to strive for the merchants. The opportunity. Of course, these are the elder brother's association and the sphere of influence of the Red Gang.

They carry goods and go up and downhill. They must not rob other people's territory, otherwise they will become a bloody fight against the dock. The big brothers on the dock are good at fighting. Sit and divide. At present, the eight most powerful dock brothers are known as the eight arhats. If people with kung fu like Miao Gang have good hands and feet, they may be able to be a thimble around them. If the merchants become disabled, they can only beg along the street.

It's the beginning of spring. When I arrived at the slum on the edge of Hankou City, I was busy with the atmosphere of spring. The cooli on the dock is still carrying goods, and they are working happily one by one. They are not afraid of effort. Only when they have work can they have food to eat. The more goods, the heavier they are, and the happier they are.

The huge oil barrel weighs more than 200 catties. In groups of two, they strangled their shoulders with hemp ropes and walked towards the warehouse with difficulty. Leather oil is the main material for making candles. It is mostly packed in large bamboo baskets of paste paper. Each basket also has about 200 catties. The two loaders carry it with a pole. The button shouted "Hi" and staggered step by step.

This is a world that really belongs to the poor, these productive and unemployed poor people. Shengdou Xiaomin, who lives at the bottom of society. Most of the bankrupt and landless farmers are forced to leave their hometowns to work hard, and set up shacks in the barren suburbs by the river.

They are officially sneered at as "people who don't plow, don't weave, don't do Jia, and don't do business", and they are a huge number of bad people in society. But who knows that they only ask for a meal and a dress?

However, there are more miserable people than them. Through a low alley is a dilapidated Liu family temple. The four walls are breathable, which is more difficult to keep out the cold than the wooden hut. I really don't know how those beggars survived the winter. No one pays attention to beggars. If they are sick, they will freeze their bodies stiffly in the roar of the cold wind, and their kind-hearted partners may dig a hole for him. Otherwise, you will feed the wild dogs in the wasteland, and the government will protect no one in the armor.