Song Jiang is Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, everything in Xijing is new to him, it is the trend standard of this era, and it is the high-rise building Daxia that he has never seen, which makes him excited.

But for Song Shan, this Xijing is still backward.

Twenty years later, Xijing has not yet started, and it is not even comparable to the development of an ordinary city along the coast, with streets, high-rise buildings, houses, and even buses...... Everything looks so nostalgic.

This is the backwardness of the Northwest.

Even Xijing, as the capital of the northwest, is far from the development of the coast.

The two of them left the station, and suddenly they were confronted by a group of people.

"Two little brothers, do you want to take a car?"

"Where are you going, I'll send you, my car is over there, soon!"

"Little brother, do you want to stay in a hotel?"

“......”

The most people in the station are businessmen, and as soon as they see someone getting off the train, they don't say a word, they just see the stitches, and they rush up all at once, asking one after another.

Listen to a lot of tricycles, motorcycles around.

In these years, there are few taxis, even on the roads of Xijing, there are groups of tricycles, motorcycles, and bicycles, of course, as the capital of the northwest, 20 years of reform and opening up, there are quite a lot of cars on this road.

With Song Jiang's burly body, they quickly broke out of the encirclement of the station and walked to the highway outside.

"I'll go, it's terrible!"

Song Jiang wiped his sweat, this battle is really rare for him, although the station in the county will also be crowded, but there will never be such a terrible phenomenon.

"Xijing is like this!"

Song Shan looked at the wooden box in his hand, fortunately, this treasure didn't touch it.

"Where are we going now?" Song Jiang asked.

"Go find a place to sleep!"

Song Shan looked up and looked at the sky, it was more than four o'clock, it was almost five o'clock, the sun had set, and if he didn't find a place to sleep, he would be on the streets at night.

The two of them are nearby and want to find a hotel.

But after contacting and finding a few, Song Jiang was too expensive.

He took his salary of 300 yuan, and the fare went to dozens of yuan, and now he has this money, and he has to save a little money, otherwise there will be no fare to go back.

Song Shan wasn't worried about that.

But he can't say it clearly, there is a generation gap between the thinking of this era and the times, and it is irrational to use the soul of more than 20 years ahead to communicate with Song Jiang of this era, so let him go.

So they had to walk seven or eight miles, and it was almost dark, so they found a small hotel in a relatively remote place, thirty yuan a room, a double room, and a public bath.

This night, Song Shan's back hurts, a little more uncomfortable than sleeping in his own home, Simmons who is used to the later generations, although the kang in the house is uncomfortable, but there is nostalgia, but he can barely take over, but this broken bed almost didn't toss his old waist to death.

However, in Xijing in ninety-seven years, the security was really not very good, fortunately, Song Shan was wise and brought Song Jiang here, which almost became a thief, but Song Jiang was alert, and the window was a little moved, he was like a tiger, and it was estimated that the thief behind the window was also scared half to death.

Even if there was no danger, I got up early in the morning, and the warm bowl was still lying safe and sound in the wooden box.

The next morning, after Song Jiang checked out, the two walked out of the street, and there was a breakfast maker not far from the street, mainly buying wontons.

One person ate a bowl of ravioli.

At this time, Song Shan began to think about finding a way.

Yesterday out of the station, there is no sense of direction, walking, all of a sudden to the periphery, so the neighborhood is a little cold, it should be the edge of the city, you have to go into the city.

This time, Song Shan was going to find an auction house.

Xijing is a place with a heavy historical heritage, so there are a lot of antiques here, there are many antique dealers, there are many people who touch the gold, and there are many antique shops, but Song Shan is not a professional after all.

There are a lot of ways in this, and he can't figure it out.

So he found an auction house.

Although some large auction houses are a little harsh on antique auctions in terms of commissions, they act brightly, put things on the bright side, and be careful not to be cheated.

Song Shan spread out a map of Xijing.

This was sold last night from the commissary of the small hotel, and if you don't have a computer or a mobile phone these days, you can only rely on a map in your hand to find your way.

"Green Pine Street!"

Song Shan found his place: "We are here!"

"Then where are we going?" Song Jiang now can't figure out what Song Shan came to Xijing for, making money, is Xijing's money so easy to make, he only hopes to return to Mingyue Town before the money is spent.

"Go here!"

Song Shan pointed to the Suzaku Road in the urban area, and the Dashan Temple next to it is the concentration of antique markets in Xijing.

He knew that there were not many auction houses in Xijing.

But in the previous life, he heard a few from his colleagues in the Cultural Relics Bureau, and one of them was more impressive, it seems to be called Baofang Auction House, which has a very good reputation in the future, and I heard that there are branches in many cities in China, and it is a first-class auction house in China.

I just don't know if there is a treasure auction house in the ninety-seventh year, and he hasn't paid attention to the establishment time of an auction house.

"It's a bit far!" Song Jiang thought about it for a moment and said, "This has to go to the afternoon!"

"Get in the car!"

Song Shan said.

"What a waste!" Song Jiang hesitated.

"Take the car, I'll pay!"

Song Shan didn't say a word, intercepted a car, not a taxi, but a motorcycle tricycle, and asked how much it cost to go to Dashan Temple, and the motorcycle tricycle considered the timing for a while, and said that it was a bit far, and it would cost fifteen yuan.

Song Shan didn't talk about the price, and directly pulled Song Jiang into the car.

After Song Jiang got in the car, his face was still dark, this younger brother was different, he used to be more dead than himself, but now he spends money lavishly, fifteen yuan, he can't earn a day.

Song Shan squeezed Song Jiang's burly body and pouted, the northwest is not a coast, even if the coast is a rural area, I am afraid that in the ninety-seven years, I am afraid that it will not be counted as a matter of fifteen yuan to take a car, but in this northwest countryside, fifteen yuan is very effective, after all, it is too backward, the vision is too narrow, if you want to develop, you must first emancipate your mind, dare to think, dare to do, there is a long way to go.

Entering the city, there were more and more cars, looking at Song Jiang without blinking, how could he have seen so many cars.

Soon they arrived at Suzaku Road, and they didn't need to go to Dashan Temple, so they got off the bus, Song Jiang wanted to give money, but Song Shan directly handed over a sky blue four-person head.

"Where did you get the money?"

Song Jiang asked.

"Dad gave it!" Song Shan replied truthfully, and Song Jiang didn't say anything.

Walking into the bustling business district, Song Jiang was a little overwhelmed by the shops everywhere.

Walking and walking, I saw a clothing store with good decoration, which should not be a brand store, but in ninety-seven years, such decoration should be rare.

Song Shan looked at himself and Song Jiang, he was still wearing the short sleeves of the school uniform, a pair of middle pants, and cloth shoes, while Song Jiang had black short sleeves, sandals, army green middle pants, and two live turtles.

He directly dragged Song Jiang into the clothing store.

Half an hour later, the two came out of the clothing store, Song Shan's more than 100 yuan was gone, and Song Jiang only had 80 yuan left.

But the two have changed their faces.

Although Song Jiang's face was bitter, his spirit was refreshed.

They all wore white shirts, while Song Shan wore slacks, sneakers, and energetic spirit, while Song Jiang wore a pair of black trousers and a pair of leather shoes, which belonged to the elite in this era.

These two outfits are almost three hundred dollars.

One moment the two of them were still from the countryside, and the next moment the two of them could be regarded as city people, especially Song Shan, with the spirit of later generations, a unique temperament, and this trendy sportswear, who dared to say that he was just a small rural person.