In the middle of the night, on the street of the provincial capital.

The master and apprentice, who had been sleeping in the open for two days, finally entered the city and were ready to find a place to sacrifice to the Five Organs Temple!

The two of them walked towards the shopping street.

The provincial capital of the Republic of China is dilapidated and old, not comparable to later generations, but the streets are still very lively.

At first glance, several main streets are bustling with bicycles, rickshaws, and light rail trams.

On both sides of the street, people come and go.

There are coachmen, men and women in fashionable tunics, students in Republican-style school uniforms, ghosts in suits, and local tyrants in robes......

In the open space not far away, some people who walked the rivers and lakes were performing with a posture.

A skinny old man over the age of sixties, with a pair of wooden hammers in his hands, danced in the wind.

There was also a gray-faced, half-grown child on the side, carrying a broken gong in his hand, banging and shouting.

At a glance, it was full of all living beings, fireworks everywhere.

The times seem to be condensed at this moment, interweaving a completely different atmosphere.

"Outside of the nickname, students and workers in many colleges and universities in Kyoto went on strike to protest against the endless civil war in Beiyang."

"Outside the nickname, the king of the Northeast swept one side, and the power of the three provinces is in his hands."

It's a newsboy shouting.

Newsboy, a profession with a very modern atmosphere.

Most of them are poor children who barely survive by selling newspapers, and Sanmao in "Sanmao's Wanderings" once did this.

Staying in Longhu Mountain all the year round, the news is blocked, Zhang Zhiwei is planning to buy a newspaper to learn about the current situation.

Suddenly, there was a commotion ahead.

On closer inspection, it turned out to be an old man wearing a melon skin hat, who was caught by the patrol.

"Masters, what's the matter?" The old man nodded and said.

The patrol surrounded the old man: "Take off your hat and take a look, I can smell the sour smell on your head from a long distance." ”

Upon hearing this, the old man knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, begging the patrol to let him go.

"A few masters, spare your life, spare your life, a few masters will treat me as a fart!"

"What are you kneeling for? The Qing Dynasty is dead, you are not allowed to kneel, you have to stand up, we don't want your life, we just need you to cut off your braids! ”

As the patrol spoke, he pulled the melon skin hat off the old man's head.

Exposed under the hat, the braid is coiled into a coil.

After the death of the Qing Dynasty, the official of the Republic of China did not allow the people to keep wild boar skin hairstyles on the grounds that the parents of the body hair and skin were affected, and all braids were cut off.

This order, which was initially met with great resistance throughout the country.

The nearly 300 years of rule of the previous dynasty made that long braid a deep-rooted necessity in the minds of many people.

When the order was given to forcibly cut the braids, you could see people crying out for the sky and the ground, kowtowing and begging for braids.

Now, the shaving order has been in place for some time, and many people, except for some people who are very servile, have adapted to the new hairstyle.

The old man in front of him is very servile.

kneeling on the ground, knocking head after head, kowtowing and slapping himself at the same time, he looked very skilled.

I think about it in the early years, I didn't kowtow less, and I didn't slap myself less.

There are many such people, and the patrol team is unmoved, grabbing the old man's braids, starting from the roots of his hair, and clicking is a pair of scissors.

A dirty long braid that has been left for decades and washed once every six months falls to the ground.

The old man touched the top of his head with a desperate expression, and was sure that he had lost his braid forever, and his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

"Oh my God!"

He wailed, holding the foul-smelling braid in his hand and sticking it to his face, tears streaming down his face.

"Phew, what's urine?"

The patrol scolded and pushed everyone away: "Let's go, let's disperse, there's nothing to see!" ”

After the patrol left, the rest of the crowd watched for a while, touched the thick hair on the top of their heads, and walked away.

Only the old man was left holding his pigtails and whining and wailing, looking like a sad son who had died.

Zhang Jingqing didn't seem to be surprised by this, didn't look at it much, didn't comment, walked ahead with his hands behind his back, and took care of himself.

Zhang Zhiwei followed, and he couldn't empathize with this kind of thing.

Whether it is in terms of aesthetics, practicality, or other aspects, there is nothing good about wild boar skin hairstyles.

After this interruption, the newsboy also went away, Zhang Zhiwei was too lazy to look for it, and eating was important.

I happened to see a restaurant on the side of the road, and the decoration was quite luxurious, so the master and apprentice walked in.

"How many may I ask?" The restaurant's junior second greeted.

Zhang Zhiwei discharged a few oceans on the counter: "Two of you, if there is anything delicious, serve it." ”

Just wiped out a nest of bandits and won dozens of oceans, Zhang Zhiwei is not short of money now, and he is very generous.

In this regard, Zhang Jingqing did not say much, the Taoist priests of the Zhengyi Sect did not have as many rules as the Quanzhen Sect.

"Master Dao, look at it, the good food will be served immediately!"

Xiao Er swept the money into the tray, poured tea diligently, and then went to the back kitchen to shout, shouting to serve all the signature dishes.

Don't watch TV dramas, you can enjoy as many oceans as you can at every turn.

But in fact, in this year, Dayang's purchasing power is not low.

A piece of ocean is one dollar, which is equal to two middle oceans (silver dollars of five-dime denomination), ten small oceans (silver dollars of one dime denomination), or one hundred copper dollars (copper of one denomination).

Like the little two just now, a month's salary is about two oceans, and the master who cooks in the back kitchen is about five oceans.

At present, the price of rice is three cents a catty, millet is a penny, beef is a dime and a penny, mutton is a dime and three cents, pork is a dime and a dime, sugar is a dime, cotton cloth is about a dime and two cents per city foot, and vegetables are a few cents.

Two oceans are sixty-six catties of rice.

Changing to millet is 200 catties, which is enough for the family to eat and drink.

The dozens of oceans in Zhang Zhiwei's hands are nothing in the eyes of those dignitaries.

But for the average poor family, it is a huge amount of money, and the family does not have to worry about eating and drinking for a few years.

Rubbing the big head pattern on the ocean, Zhang Zhiwei said in his heart, it really responds to the old saying, kill people and set fire to the gold belt, build roads and bridges without corpses.

Soon, a variety of meat dishes were served one after another.

Both the master and apprentice are cultivators, and they can eat very much, and it didn't take long for a table of good wine and food to be eaten.

The dishes next to Zhang Zhiwei were piled up in a thick stack.

The dishes next to Zhang Jingqing were taller than his.

There is a posture in "Miscellaneous Boys", where the two apprentices and the master eat white-cut chicken.

Well...... It's just that there's still an apprentice missing.

After eating and drinking, Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei stayed in this restaurant for one night, and the next morning, they got up and went to the train station.

The Heavenly Master is naturally not a pedantic person, he can take a train, and of course he does not ride a horse.

In this regard, Zhang Zhiwei raised his hands and feet in agreement.

Speaking of which, he had never been on such a coal-fueled steam train, so he couldn't help but be curious and wanted to see it.