Although Cheng Qi wanted to see Zhang Yan again before going north, the bhikshuni Miaoan had already followed her master Shi Nizi to Guangji Temple in Lujiang County.

Qin Tisha fulfilled his promise and buried Zhang Yan's mother in a feng shui treasure in the west of the city. Cheng Qi remembered that there was some drizzle that day, and unconsciously, a few yellow leaves fell in front of him.

"Let's go."

On the platform of the station, Wu Liwei and Nadeshiko carried their luggage, and Cheng Qi sat with his father and family to say their final goodbye. My cousin-in-law's family also rushed to see him off—really, my cousin is so old that she still cries.

Cheng Qi didn't tell his father about Zhang Yan's dowry before getting into the car - not that he forgot it, nor did he want to get rid of this property, but he always felt that this woman was "good at scheming, and the city government is deep and ambitious and difficult to be".

Cheng Liang bought a sleeper box for them - it is very far from Jiangnan to Bianliang, there is no high-speed rail that arrives in the morning and evening in these years, the steam train is still a big coal eater, and it has to stop at night to add water and coal, and it is fast to enter the boundary of Henan in about three days.

If you have a short distance, you can make do with it in the second-class car, and you still have to book a sleeper box early for such a long journey so as not to suffer too much.

The sleeper is also divided into two kinds of soft sleeper and hard sleeper, the space of the soft sleeper is larger, the bed is also a full-size single-layer bed, a standard carriage has only four soft sleeper cars, the first two were booked by the guests from Hangzhou, Cheng Qi and they booked the third, Huang Yang and his scholar booked the fourth - the Huang family arranged a lot of people for their own Xiaolangjun, in addition to a personal scholar to serve his daily life, there is also a forty-year-old Nanyang housekeeper, Two blonde and blue-eyed maids and a strong Kunlun slave (black slave) who is responsible for carrying luggage.

The housekeeper and maid lived in a hard sleeper, in an adjoining carriage. The black slave was not even qualified to go to the third-class carriage, he was arranged to the freight compartment to guard Xiao Langjun's luggage, fortunately, there were several black slaves in the freight compartment to watch the goods, and he was not worried that there was no one to accompany him on the road.

After getting in the car, Wu Liwei was responsible for arranging everything, he took hot water, made a cup of Jiasu, watched the young master walk the dragon and snake, and was still rushing to the manuscript. couldn't help but be envious: "Lang Jun is really hardworking, and he has to do his homework when he goes out." ”

Cheng Qi was immersed in the happiness and enmity of the prodigal son Ling Hu Chong, and seemed to really respond to an old saying: How to solve worries, there are only three watches.

Just as the battle of Shaolin Temple in his pen gradually unfolded, the train seemed to run out of the confines of the station, stopped accelerating and became stable.

The roar of the steam engine and the sword and shadow of the knight seem to have a wonderful sense of alienation, and whenever Cheng Qi writes the three words "Ren Yingying", he can't help but think of the girl who always surprises him.

"Tuk-tuk." Someone knocked on the door gently, and Nadeshi opened the wooden door, and when he saw that it was Huang Yang and his scholar, he said, "It turns out that Huang Xiaolangjun is here." My little Langjun is writing. ”

"I can't stop plowing." Huang Yang came in with a smile and sat casually on a bed, and Wu Liwei made him a steaming cup of Jiasu. Huang Yang took a sip and said, "How long do you have to finish writing this chapter?" ”

"It's coming." Cheng Qi didn't raise his head: "I'm feeling it now." ”

Huang Yang was silent, and after two more sips, he put down the porcelain bowl, and then picked up a book of reading materials on the train for the pastime of first-class passengers to pass the time—the trains of the Great Song Dynasty were a joint venture between government and private interests. The line, design and track laying of the railway were all run by officials and merchants, and the passenger and freight trains running on the tracks were also operated by different merchant groups. Sometimes on a busy railway line, there may be trains from three or four passenger companies. And to be honest, although the third-class carriage pulls a lot of people, it is not profitable. If you follow the wishes of the passenger transport company, you can't change all the carriages into the most expensive soft sleeper boxes or first-class short-distance seats.

And in order to make more money, passenger transport companies are also thinking of different ways. For example, third-class carriages were plastered with advertisements for all kinds of goods, and conductors were allowed to push the carts back and forth. In the second-class carriages, a circle of local products will be sold at each stop; When I arrived at the first-class carriage and the soft sleeper box, I suddenly became much more disciplined. Not only did all the hospitality become free, but there were also plenty of beautiful readings to pass the time, and even snacks that were sold for money in the lower carriages were served free of charge. In fact, the reason is very simple, attracting these wealthy masters is much more valuable than those melon seeds and peanuts, and it can also bring huge profits to the enterprise in the future.

Huang Yang flipped through this small book, printed quite exquisitely, with a few innocuous jokes at the beginning, and then some chicken soup for the soul of some successful people, after turning half a book, I finally saw the text of the magazine called "Naturalist Vientiane", this issue is the so-called Qingtang special issue, which has an introduction to the customs of the distant Qinghai Lake and Tubo, and some illustrations. Although the writing is not very outstanding, it also makes people have a sense of yearning - then go and book our company's tickets for next month! Book in advance and get discounts and gifts!

Fortunately, Cheng Qi didn't turn to the advertising page at the end of the book, otherwise he would have wondered if an airline marketing manager had crossed over before him.

After meticulously drawing the last hollow circle. Cheng Qi numbered the pages of the manuscript paper and handed it to Wu Liwei: "You put it away, and send it to Editor-in-Chief Peng when you get to Bianliang." ”

"Alright, alright." Huang Yang happily dropped half of the advertised magazine: "Cheng Jun, aren't you hungry?" I'm hungry – let's go to the food truck and try the food. I just asked, this car is from Qingdao, and the cooks are all Qilu people, maybe we can eat authentic Lu cuisine. ”

The first-class dining room was isolated from the dining halls of the other carriages, and there were guards in railway uniforms at the front and back, and they checked the tickets of the two young Langjun and let them go in with their respective families.

Cheng Qi was originally not interested in the food on the train - but soon he knew that he was wrong, this place was not the same concept as the train restaurant in his future life, and the more accurate expression here would be "moved to the Lu restaurant on the train".

Yipin tofu, braised sea cucumber with green onion, crispy loin, sweet and sour carp, braised prawns, crispy chicken, duck in a dry pot...... There was a dish name hanging on the water card, and the runner led them to an empty table by the window: "What do you want from the two little Langjun?" They are all authentic Lu cuisine, and the two of them are scribes from Jiangnan, but they should try authentic Confucian cuisine, which Confucius has eaten. ”

Huang Yang ordered two at random, and Cheng Qi also ordered two dishes at the recommendation of Ran Tang. After running the hall to write it down, he handed over the water card, and after a while, he brought some melon seeds, peanuts and a pot of tea: "Two Langjun piggyback, you will send it to you in a while." ”

While eating melon seeds, I enjoyed the scenery outside the window. Cheng Qi suddenly asked, "Where are you now?" Has Taiping Prefecture arrived? ”