In order to keep the black gauze hat on his head, Zhang Gongji took the will, rested at home for one night, and then prepared to stop and set off north. At Ava Station, Zhang Gongji took out the slip from the track bureau, and walked into a simple waiting room, saying that it was a waiting room, but in fact there were only three walls, one of which was directly facing the track.

"Officials, they're all officials... Officials from all over Myanmar have come here to sell a few tickets, but there are many official notes. When Zhang Gongji heard the words, he looked up at the person at the counter, with a big grin and a nonchalant look.

But come to think of it, Zhang Gongji has probably heard of this kind of "scheduling technique" of rail cars, if people see that you are unhappy, they can give you as many trains as possible within the scope of their authority, what else can you do with him? Rail trains are a scarce resource now! It is no wonder that the little official complained about the scheduling of the only trunk track at present, freight accounts for seventy or eighty percent, and the remaining two percent of the passenger transport is seventy or eighty percent of the strips approved by officials, and these two groups of people are not very happy to settle the bill.

After waiting for more than half an hour, a train dragged by a spitting horse stopped in front of the platform. The horses are led away by the grooms, dragged to wash their manes, and fed with soybean meal. This row of bungalows with the smell of horse manure in the air played a role in replacing the locomotive workshop in later generations.

The coachman came out with two horses in tow and put his hitch on his horse. Zhang Gongji stepped on the pedal and got into the carriage, feeling that the chair on his butt was similar to a whole board. Because the wheels are set on the tracks, the vibration is much lighter than that of ordinary carriages, and naturally the track bureau will not purchase expensive springs, but use mainstream rigid suspension on the carriage--- these springs are handmade by the masters, and only a few powerful people can afford to use them.

In addition to him, half of the cotton cloth in the car was pulled--this he could see from the stickers on the box, and he was in the same carriage with the goods, and Zhang Gongji felt a little aggrieved.

The other passenger who accompanied him on the bus fell asleep in his chair as soon as he got into the car, not caring about the hardness of the plank, and the sound of snoring echoed in the cramped and airtight car.

"Ahh I opened the window to the maximum and poked my head out to find that it was bright again. At this time, the track is only monorail, but he doesn't have to worry about other trains cutting his head, as long as he worries about what suddenly sticks out and cuts his head.

During the period after returning to Ava, the comfortable Zhang Gongji resumed his hygiene habit of brushing his teeth and washing his face. But this carriage is not the green car of later generations, where is this kind of equipment? --- because of the cramped nature of the carriages, there was no place to put even a toilet, so I had to rely on various stations to solve the problem. Therefore, since he woke up, Zhang Gongji kept his mouth tightly closed, very uncomfortable.

Thankfully, soon his discomfort disappeared. The train stopped at a small station, Zhang Gongji got off the train, washed up and had breakfast at the lower part of the so-called "service area", and went to the toilet to have a good time. Just as he was getting up to move his muscles, he saw the fellow traveler and several laborers moving the boxes of cotton cloth down.

At this time, Zhang Gongji saw that this fellow traveler was dressed like a steward. was bored, Zhang Gongji took advantage of the time to change horses and took the initiative to talk to him, only to know that these cotton cloths were distributed. This steward often ran such long distances, always escorting cotton cloth -- the railroad soldiers slammed at several waves of larger car bandits and road blockers, and after the beating had vanished, no one in the "interior" dared to think of hijacking the train again.

"Distribution? Tsk, which business is moving, the farmers in the township are honest, and there are many people who have never entered the county in their lives, which one will buy your cotton cloth? Zhang Gongji couldn't help but sneer, wanting to refute the absurdity of this move, and felt that a person who didn't read and just read could understand what the truth was, so he didn't say this, "Your name?" ”

"Delongbu."

"Delon!" Zhang Gongji's mind flashed, isn't that the imperial businessman, Zhao Quanzhong, oh no, should it be called Zhao Quanzhong's industry? Can people know better than themselves? Maybe... It's still my own difference.

When he boarded the train again, the car became a large empty area, and he took a few breaths of sweet air violently, and in the midst of the sound he meditated and pondered--- but this comfortable state disappeared after an hour, because it was almost the same person, and he carried a large number of things that looked bulging and could be eaten in his mouth.

Seeing his flying fish suit, the steward hurriedly saluted and said hello; Zhang Gongji didn't bother to embarrass an irrelevant person, so he asked him to get up, "I'm not your parent official, what are you kneeling down." Tell me what's in it. ”

"It's all medicinal materials, the road was not open before, this medicinal material is not easy to sell, but now that there is a track, I want to transport the medicinal materials here to the city and sell them, so that I can make some money."

"But where is this herb going to be transported? ZTE? "In a county town with only 1,000 people, the consumption power and scale of consumption are not as good as those of a town in later generations, both in absolute and relative numbers. It's just a stronghold on the transportation line, and no one in it has spending power except for officials. Only in cities with large industrial populations like ZTE and Ava, workers have to come up with money to buy all kinds of consumer goods.

"No, it's to Ava."

"Ava?" Zhang Gongji was a little incredulous, this car was driving north, and Ava was in the south, could this be the legendary south?

"Yes." Seeing the confusion about the opposite direction, the steward explained: "When you get to the next water post, it will save money and time to carry all these onto the boat and down the river!" ”

"Ah, yes." Zhang Gongji suddenly realized. In the conversation with the steward, Zhang Gongji felt that a new picture was gradually unfolding in front of him, and he had lived in Ava City for a long time, and he did not feel the gradual changes in this land, and these changes may be related to his mission.

The train passed through the same station and stopped on the tracks of Zhongxing Station two days later with the sound of brakes. Zhongxing Station is the only second-class station under the jurisdiction of the Railway Bureau (the other is naturally Ava Station), so a "wide" waiting room reappeared in Zhang Gongji's field of vision. It wasn't just the horses that were replaced, but the entire train was pulled into one house. A few workers got in and started a bit of tinkering.

At the same time, a brand new carriage and horse came down from the small high ground and stopped safely in front of the platform.

(End of chapter)