The next morning, Zheng Bowen woke up early. He is used to sleeping on the soft bed at home, and he is still a little unaccustomed to the small hardwood bed in the room.

The weather outside has just dawned, and the apricot seems to be sleeping in the outhouse, and the two of them talked late last night, half-asleep and half-awake, and the apricot came over to fold the quilt for him a few times. Tossed a few times, it is estimated that she did not sleep well.

Zheng Bowen didn't want to alarm her, so he gently put on his shoes and went to the ground. When I walked through the outer room, I saw Xing'er lying on the bed, not getting up yet.

It's summer now, the weather is hot, the little girl is only wearing a red hexagram, it is estimated that she is not honest when she sleeps, the quilt has long been kicked down by her, the full and convex firmness, and the thin white flesh under the belly pocket, Zheng Bowen looked at it for a while.

He swallowed, took his eyes off the youthful flesh with difficulty, pushed it away as if he had done something wrong, and hurried downstairs.

After chatting with Xing'er for most of the night last night, Zheng Bowen finally got a rough understanding of his background.

His father's surname is Tong, and he is the owner of this Jixian Residence. Jixianju is also the largest restaurant in the county; The woman last night was his stepmother, surnamed Li and called Li Xianhua. The father and this stepmother also have a daughter, who is now just a full moon and has not been weaned yet.

As for other information, Xing'er knew quite little, and during the conversation, Zheng Bowen didn't get any information except that it was the early years of the Republic of China. The main thing is that Xing'er doesn't care about this at all, and even who the current ruling party is, and she doesn't know if she asks her.

This made Zheng Bowen, who was anxious to know what era he was in, very frightened.

Whether it was the end of the Qing Dynasty or the beginning of the Republic of China, this period was the most turbulent period in China. The great powers of all countries only regard Langhua China as a big cake, and anyone can come over and take a bite.

Zheng Bowen did not plan to participate in the revolution, to save the country and the people from fire and water, for an outsider like him, being able to live in peace is the biggest goal.

As a time-traveler, although his understanding of the historical knowledge of this era is also a mess, it is precisely because of this that he is more anxious to find out what kind of year this is.

"Little master, are you up? Why do you wake up so early? ”

Coming down the stairs, Zheng Bowen, who had been thinking about things, didn't notice the second donkey cleaning in the lobby.

"Hmmm! You're early, too! Not knowing the other party's name, Zheng Bowen had no choice but to nod, and then strode towards the door.

"Hey, young master, where are you going, you're going to have breakfast in a while?" The second donkey shouted from behind.

"I'll go out for a walk, you don't have to worry about me!" Zheng Bowen replied casually.

Fortunately, the second donkey didn't notice anything abnormal, asked a question, didn't say anything, and continued to clean up his hygiene.

Out of the gate of Jixian Residence, the early morning sun sprinkled on Zheng Bowen's face, and with the unpolluted air in the thirties inhaled into his lungs, a simple and beautiful picture of the Republic of China was suddenly displayed in front of Zheng Bowen.

Clean and neat bluestone brick pavement, the streets are lined with one- and two-storey buildings with obvious late Qing style buildings. This feature is particularly prominent in the architectural style of the roof. Or is the "top of the palace", the four-sided, six-sided, eight-sided slope or the circular "spire"; Or a "hard hilltop" with two gables flush with the roof.

The whole street is continuous and extended, scattered, and the layers do not look messy at all, but have a sense of antique and heavy times.

The current hour, when converted to modern time, is around half past five or six in the morning, when the sun is shining, but it is not sunny.

Although the hour was early, the pedestrians on the street were already showing a lively scene.

Because of the proximity to the shops, most of the people shuttling back and forth are some foot merchants, who are either wearing semi-Western-style shirts and trousers, or robes with round necks and plackets; More people wear short sleeves or no sleeves at all, and the lower body is paired with shorts that are over the knee to facilitate stretching and squatting.

At this time, because of the trouble, many shops posted transfer notices and did not open for business. However, the small stalls and vendors on the street are not so particular, mainly doing this kind of business, and they are ordinary people.

The family's chewing head has to be earned from this small stall, and as long as the devil doesn't come in for a day, these people's business will continue.

Zheng Bowen walked aimlessly along the street. This piece is like a small morning market, a small stall, selling mutton soup and haggis, selling tofu and chaos, large intestines, soup noodles......

There are many styles, and the sound of selling is endless, although it is not as lively as the modern world, but it has a unique flavor.

"Fire, Xiao Chen San's authentic donkey meat is burned!"

"This gentleman, have you eaten it, do you want to try my family's brine boiled and burned, sold and cooked, donkey meat is fresh, guaranteed to be delicious."

"Sir, try my old tofu, smooth and tender, put some spicy seeds, pour balsamic vinegar, drizzle pepper oil, sesame oil, and minced green onions, to ensure that you have a full mouth of fragrance all morning."

Business is not good these days, and the hawkers naturally spare no effort to attract customers, and Zheng Bowen, who is wandering on the street, has naturally become their target.

Unknowingly, he walked for more than ten minutes, and seeing that the sun was getting more and more abundant, Zheng Bowen was really hungry at this time. He had a terrible headache last night, and only ate a few pastries, and now he was stimulated by the aroma of the street, and his stomach began to rumble unconsciously.

"How much does it cost to burn?"

Although the small stall on the opposite side is not big, the fire is not small, and the donkey meat in it is bulging, and it looks very appetizing.

"A dime a bowl! Would you like to give it a try, sir? The vendor said, pointing to the water sign hanging from the stall.

Zheng Bowen looked up at the price above, and the fire list was sold for three eldest sons, plus a dime a piece of braised soup.

What kind of price is this, he is completely black, and what is even more embarrassing is that Zheng Bowen touched his pocket, and there was not even a child in it.

With an apologetic smile at the vendor, Zheng Bowen shook his head. He looked at the sky, and estimated that it was not too early, thinking that it was better to go back early, after all, it was only yesterday that the accident occurred, and he still has gauze wrapped around his head. Wait until the cheap daddy can't find him, it's time to be anxious again.

He turned and went back the way he came, and before he had gone far, he heard someone shouting not far away,

"You stinky and beg for food, and you dare not give money when you eat! Don't ask who I am? ”

Immediately after that, there was the sound of swearing and shoving. Zheng Bowen looked in the direction of the sound, and outside a small stall more than ten meters away from him, a stall owner with a big shoulder, a round waist, and a half-open belly grabbed the arm of a tall and thin middle-aged man, and the two fought together.

There are also a few buns scattered on the ground, which are estimated to have fallen during the fight just now. Listening to the stall owner scolding there, it seemed that the middle-aged man had eaten several steamed buns, but refused to give money.

Chinese people have always loved to watch the excitement, and as soon as there was a quarrel, there were already many people surrounding it.

Zheng Bowen glanced at it from a distance, the short man was not an opponent at all, he was lifted up by the stall owner, as if he was grabbing a chicken, and the "snap" was two slaps, and then he pushed it and fell directly to the ground.

"Huang Shulang!" Originally, Zheng Bowen didn't care about it, he had never liked to mix in this kind of street fight, but when he saw the face of the person who fell to the ground, Zheng Bowen was taken aback.

That person was his math teacher and homeroom teacher Huang Shulang!

How could this Huang Shulang appear in this place, and he was dressed in tatters, and his face was also covered with oil, and he looked like a beggar?

Zheng Bowen subconsciously walked towards that side, but before he could take a few steps, his sleeve was suddenly grabbed.

"Young master, I found you!"

Turning his head, he saw Xing'er panting and said, "Come home with me, the master is worried to death!" ”