Song Siyuan took out the sugar gourd wrapped in kraft paper, the best hawthorn was bright red like a cherry, and the round belly was covered with white sugar syrup and sesame seeds, and then eight or nine of them were worn into strings, which looked joyful and smelled sweet.

Yue Guanchao picked up the sugar gourd, took a bite, and continued to look out of Bagua Street from the top of the tall building, and the ancient city of Fengtian in the distance was in full view.

This ancient city is less modern and fashionable than the commercial port, the outer circle and the inner square of the city are densely mixed with residential and commercial buildings, which several gallop roads divide the urban area, like a blooming mandala flower, from a distance, the red-walled and yellow-tiled Shengjing Imperial City is just located in the inner city of the Nine Palaces, just like the heart of the mandala sits in the middle of the mandala!

He inadvertently turned around, and it was easy to see that there was an unconventional city block to the west of the commercial port boundary, which was centered on the railway terminal in the western section and was divided by three roads, and the rest of the land was mostly regular square blocks, full of residences, offices, shops, post offices, parks, schools, police stations, barracks, and the bustling and lively of them was no less than that of the commercial port boundary.

"Hey, Song Qianjin, that piece of land is also a commercial port boundary?"

Song Siyuan followed his finger to look to the west and shook his head at him:

"The commercial port and the Manchurian railway annex are next to each other, they are not a commercial port but the Manchurian railway annex of the Orientals, and generally people are not allowed to enter easily, and the Fengtian authorities opened commercial ports between the imperial cities in order to prevent the eastward expansion of the Manchurian railway annex."

"Oh, by the way, a few days ago our newspaper also published the news, the Oriental Haraguchi Wenyi and the Chinese comprador defrauded the purchase of more than 900 acres of land in the preparatory world, it is estimated that this matter and there is a lawsuit to pull, these years, the land attached to the Manchurian Railway is so tight that it is not good, the industrial and commercial land and residential areas are not approved at all, they have been trying to expand the land, if there is no commercial port, the attached land has been developed to the root of the imperial city, in short, the commercial port land has foreigners, these Oriental people do not dare to act rashly."

"Look over there~"

Song Siyuan took them to look to the north, and there were semi-cylindrical multi-storey buildings next to the Fengtian Spinning Mill, and the trains on the railway were shuttling into the station from a distance like black centipedes, and countless crowds gathered before and after, endlessly.

"This is Shengjing Station, we will start from Shengjing Station when we are going to leave in a few days, and from here we will go north through the capital and then north to Shaanxi."

"No, it's not the first time you've come to Fengtian, I heard that you and Second Uncle Yue often come to the teahouse to rest, how do you feel like you don't know Fengtian at all."

Song Siyuan looked him up and down with curious eyes.

Yue Guanchao stared at Minglang with one eye and looked at her: "Song Qianjin, you are really easy not to descend to the mortal, the Fengtian in your eyes is not the same thing as the Fengtian in the eyes of us poor people." ”

"My second uncle and I couldn't have imagined that we could have such a relationship with you, just like Sun Daqiao, if it weren't for your big face, he wouldn't have been able to enter the door of the General Foreign Business Institute in his life, and even if he entered, he would have to be blasted out, this, it's very typical not a person all the way."

"We came to Fengtian to look up at the face, look down at the car, all we want is to make more money, how can we have the leisure to go to the top floor to see the scenery, this has to be a rich idler like you to have such a hobby, you think about it, the poor people are already poor, stand on the top of the building and click to see, these good-looking little western-style buildings are not their own, and their hearts should be blocked."

Yue Guanchao wanted to continue grinning, but when he heard the sound of the stairs and looked back, Nudlu walked up in fur: "I said that I can't find a few people anywhere, the old gentleman is going back, ask me to come and call you." ”

"Okay, let's go down now."

Everyone looked up at the hundred views of the city behind them, waded down the teahouse with snow, and when they arrived at the hall, Yue Qingshan and Zhu Qiye were so drunk that their faces were flushed, and only a trace of consciousness remained, and they kept shouting that he could still drink.

Yue Guanchao and Xu Xiake dragged a person and drove the two of them outside into the carriage, they asked Zhu Qiye's residence, and sent the old gentleman home first, and then set off to return to the Song Mansion.

Along the way, Yue Qingshan seemed to have not fallen asleep, had not woken up from drinking, and kept muttering in his mouth, Yue Guanchao had listened to it for a long time, and he could guess that it was the second uncle who was talking about the Golden Rat Club back then.

His banquet was not so much about asking for an errand as about seeing his old friends again, so as not to leave the Northeast this time as a farewell.

The old man knew that no matter how narrow they said about Zhang, it was just to grow their own ambition, the purpose was to destroy the prestige of others, and if they really wanted to fight with Zhang, it was not necessarily who won or lost, plus the trip to Shaanxi itself was a conspiracy, and both sides had to put each other to death in Qinling, so that the trip to Qinling was overshadowed by a layer of danger.

The two old gentlemen were so drunk, I'm afraid they already had the intention of practicing it.

After thinking about it carefully, the car had already returned to the Song Mansion, and when they sent Yue Qingshan back to the courtyard, Song Siyuan called Song Bo and asked him to call the Chaojia Mansion, they were almost ready, and it was time to leave.

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