As Han Li turned around and walked away quickly, the chaotic voices behind him clearly reached his ears.

During this time, although some things were not as vigorous as the previous two years, there were still many similar situations.

For some people, if they don't hold it every once in a while, it feels like the whole person has been hollowed out.

Others do it to show everyone that they are right, and the bigger the city, the more similar the situation.

There are many young people in schools, so they have become the hardest hit area in this area.

When Han Li didn't go to the countryside, he and Han Xiaomei squatted at home for more than two months and didn't want to go to school.

Because many times you will fully understand what it means to be involuntarily, and many situations even if you are at the back of everyone.

Don't even think about the situation of not standing in line, anyone who shows this attitude is an outlier, and both of them will work together very tacitly to take down this outlier first.

Han Li didn't wait until he heard the voice behind him to look back, but it was only a glance.

I am glad to go to the countryside to Shanghe Village, although there are many people in Shanghe Village, but the location is relatively remote.

Village Chief Zhao and Captain Liang were not only able to resist the red armbands to protect the villagers' vegetable fields, but they could also suppress all the villagers in the village, so the chance of this kind of thing happening around him was very small, and by the time Han Li turned around, he had already collected his mood.

Han Li then took a look at Bingcheng Medical University from a distance, a medical professional school that had been established for 26 years.

Han Li saw that there were many people wearing ethnic minority costumes, and the colors of their clothes were obviously much more beautiful in this world where most of them were black, blue, gray, and white.

I also visited Zhongshan Road, which was built in 1925 and was originally called Army Street.

On the way, we also took a look at the Modern Hotel, a sturdy brick and concrete building founded by French Jews in 1906.

In 1929, Mr. Song, the only legendary woman in China and known as the "Mother of the Nation", stayed in Room 137 of the Modern Hotel.

However, in 1934, Modern was brutally damaged by the Japanese army, and after the liberation of Bingcheng in 1946, it was gradually repaired by the Chinese government, and later changed to the Northeast Bureau Reception Office.

In 49, it was renamed Bingcheng Government Guest House, in 53 it was renamed Bingcheng Hotel, and in 66 it was renamed Bingcheng Ge** Second Guest House.

The architectural style of the Modern Hotel made it look like a work of art at this time, but it was a pity that its current prefixed name made Han Li discourage the idea of going in and taking a look.

On the way, Han Li saw the remains of the Nicholas Church, which was known as the first Orthodox Church in the Far East, and if someone hadn't said that he wouldn't have imagined that this pile of wreckage was once a landmark of the Ice City.

Next, I went to the original Zhengyang Street, which is now "Jingyu Street".

The name was changed here to commemorate Yang Jingyu, who died in the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, and Yang Jingyu was a native of Lijiawan, Queshan, Henan Province.

Party member, revolutionary, military strategist, famous anti-Japanese national hero, one of the founders of the Hubei-Henan-Anhui Soviet Region and its H Army, and one of the main founders and leaders of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Allied Army.

In order to commemorate the glorious life of Yang Jingyu's heroic resistance to the Japanese, Mengjiang County, where Yang Jingyu died in 46, was renamed Jingyu County.

In 49 years, Mr. Guo, a modern writer in Shawan, Leshan, Sichuan Province, once personally wrote an inscription for Yang Jingyu.

"The head can be cut off and the abdomen can be dissected, the fierce anger is difficult to dissipate, the blue blood Artemisia annua has been around for two thousand years, and the red flag is full of mountains and rivers today."

In 58, Yang Jingyu's body was solemnly memorialized and buried in Tonghua Jingyu Cemetery, and many national leaders sent wreaths.

Also, the man who was later known as the strongest post-80s generation on the surface, his father also sent a wreath at that time, and spoke highly of Yang Jingyu's glorious fighting life.

Next, Han Li went to visit the most famous company in the area, Qiulin Company, which was a department store founded in 1900 and originally called Qiulin Foreign Company.

It was successively operated by the Tsarist Russian capitalists, the HSBC Bank, the Japanese merchants and the Lao Maozi government, and was handed over to China in October 1953 for a fee, and then it was called the Songhuajiang Department Store for a short period of time.

This is a three-storey brick and concrete structure building, the whole building is bright and bright, inlaid with gray-white granite column heads and eaves flat reliefs on the door head and left and right walls, it is a typical "Baroque" art style building, compared with the surrounding buildings it seems to be showing off wealth, giving people an extremely pompous, luxurious feeling.

When Han Li walked in, he found that not only were there a lot of people inside, but there were also more various goods inside.

The difference is very limited compared to the Dongfeng Market on Wangfujing Street, which is known as the first store in New China, and it is not too much to describe the dazzling array of goods inside.

Han Li was a person who had seen the great world, and he was slightly surprised before returning to normal.

Since I came, I had to buy something for my wife and sister-in-law, a few more than two kilograms of round big columns, and a few red sausages.

There are even beautiful plastic hairpins here, probably because there was no object at the time, anyway, he didn't see this thing in Sijiu City, buy one for his wife and sister-in-law, the color and style must be the same, and then buy two or three in case of emergency.

After buying these things, Han Li found that he had almost no tickets left, and this situation made his brow furrow, but the thought of the meat in the space he had broken down again, Han Li put his heart back into his stomach.

Walking out of Qiulin Company, Han Li took a look at his watch, Majiagou Children's Park was too far away, and he couldn't go this time.

Han Li pondered for a moment the remaining time, and it was still okay to look at the Flood Control Memorial Tower, one of the most famous landmarks in Ice City.

Walking along the central street, you will see the square granite carved from the square granite on the street, because it is the same size as Lao Maozi's small bread, and the surface is as delicate and shiny as bread, so people call it bread stone.

Legend has it that when this street was built, one of these bread stones was worth one silver dollar, and at that time one silver dollar was enough for the living expenses of ordinary people's families for a month.

The central street is more than a kilometer long, and it can be said that the entire ground is covered with silver coins.

The Flood Control Memorial Tower was built in 1958 to commemorate the victory of the people of Bingcheng over the devastating flood of 1957.

The base of the memorial tower is made of granite, and the front of the base of the tower is engraved with thirteen golden characters of "Bingcheng People's Flood Control Victory Memorial Tower".

The lower level of the tower represents an elevation of 119.72 meters, which was the highest water level when the flood flooded the ice city in 1932.

The upper layer represents an elevation of 120.30 meters, which is the highest water level in 1957 when the people of Bingcheng overcame the catastrophic flood.

The top of the tower is a round sculpture composed of workers, peasants, soldiers and intellectuals, and the middle of the tower body is carved with the scene of the flood control and embankment army from taking the oath to go to the embankment, transporting soil and tamping, rushing to fight for emergencies to celebrating victory.

On the back of the tower is a Roman circular colonnade of 20 richly decorated Corinthian columns, which are 7 meters high as a whole.

After visiting the flood control tower, Han Li didn't have time to carefully admire the current surface of the river and began to rush to the train station.

On the way, Han Li reflected on everything he had seen in Ice City today, and thought to himself that it was a city that almost became the capital.

Although it is winter, there are more trees on both sides of the street than in Sijiu City, which shows the concept of beautifying the city.

Cars, tractors, horse-drawn carriages, and bicycles are constantly shuttling around the city, and the streets are bustling with people.

There is a wide variety of different styles of architecture, including some very ornate Russian and Baroque buildings.

There are also many traditional elements that combine the unique traditions of our country, such as bats that imply good fortune, pomegranates that imply many children and grandchildren, golden toads that imply gold, and peonies that imply wealth and glory, many of which are presented on these buildings, although many have been damaged.

History aside, this is a gem of the intersection of Chinese and Western cultures.

The city is internationally known as the "Moscow of the East" and the "Little Paris of the East", and some say that it is a European child left by God on the eastern continent of the earth.

However, all of this needed to put aside the heavy burden of history, thinking of this, Han Li laughed self-deprecatingly, and then quickened his pace.

When Han Li came to the train station and talked to Village Chief Zhao, he found this person leisurely smoking a cigarette pouch in the leeward sun.

"Village Chief."

"Done?"

"There's no end to this time, and I've spent most of my time on the bus, but village chief, can I stay here for two days when we come back?"

"Let's talk about it then, anyway, I'm not interested in this old man, how good it would be to sit on the kang and drink a glass of wine."

Han Li squatted beside Village Chief Zhao, and the two of them chatted without saying a word, and it wasn't until the time was about the same that the two of them entered the station with their bags and waited for the train.

It wasn't until the train came that Han Li realized what kind of small train this was, looking at the long row of carriages, was this clearly the wagon for pulling goods.

"Village chief, are we going to sit here?"

"That place can only be taken here now, which is much more comfortable than we can take in a carriage, and it won't be long before it gets to us before dark."

Han Li followed Village Chief Zhao and climbed onto the carriage, and there were some unknown slags scattered in the corner of the carriage. After the door was closed, it was dark inside, but it would be much better when the eyes got used to it.

Anyway, there were only the two of them in the wagon, and Han Li simply closed his eyes after squatting to the side.

As the whistle of the train sounds, the train starts and clatters on the tracks.

In the dark environment, Village Chief Zhao's cigarette pouch was lit up again, and then he began to give Han Li his final advice.

Since the current environment was very dark, Han Li couldn't nod his head if he wanted to, so he could only keep talking on the sidelines.

The train stopped after about two hours, and the door was pulled open with a bang.

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