Chapter 140

The so-called prosperous age of Kang and Qian was a period of reflection in the Qing Dynasty. During this period, the political economy of the Qing Dynasty got unprecedented development. This period is also the last prosperous period.

During the reign of Emperor Qianlong, Beijing was particularly lively. This city seems to be full of vitality. Some banks, shops and tile shops are blooming everywhere. People come and go on this street. From time to time, the cries of the shop owner come. Every corner is full of the authentic old Beijing flavor.

"Brothers, cherish your life now. In a few hundred years, the house price here will be too high for you to climb."

Jin Buhuan and the three slipped into the streets at will and made fun of each other. However, although today's Beijing city can not be compared with the Beijing city of their time, it has a strong flavor of life and is more suitable for life.

At the moment, they are in a zone called shipping warehouse, which is the original birthplace of the vigorous Chaoyang people. There are a lot of traffic around the shipping warehouse, and some businessmen are carrying goods to and fro. Around some tile shops, there are a wide range of entertainment places.

"Sugar gourd, delicious sugar gourd ~"

The three passed a vendor and met a vendor who was selling sugar gourd. On this pillar, the red sugar gourd exudes a red and attractive luster. Jin Buhuan and the three bought several sticks and tasted them.

The taste of this candied haw is slightly different from that of modern candied haw. It is sour and sweet, and the smell of hawthorn is very fragrant. It's very delicious to eat it in your mouth.

"The candied gourd was delicious in the past, and it was all handmade. Now your sister's are all added with various pigments. You can't stop eating the periodic table all over."

Tomatoes on sticks make complaints about tomatoes on sticks. The old man who sells candied haws is more than 70 years old and his spirit is twice as good. He speaks an old Beijing dialect and is quite talkative.

The three walked and stopped and found the child playing with the top in the street stall. Although they were ragged, they had a naive smile on their faces.

For a moment, Jin Buhuan and the three were filled with emotion. Although the era was a little behind, the spirit was rich. Today's children, one by one, bow their heads and brush a group of demons of both men and women with their mobile phones. I really don't know whether it is the progress of the times or the retrogression of the times.

The three strolled in the busy streets and carefully felt the local customs and human feelings of old Beijing. This leisurely feeling is really very comfortable.

They watched the city gate of old Beijing and went to the Great Wall to taste the bricks and tiles here, which is the most orthodox and authentic cultural charm. It can even be said that this is the soul of the nation.

"Boss, give us ten plates of Beijing roast duck!"

Since they came to old Beijing, how could they miss the local food? After tasting the donkey roll and sugar gourd, they came to Quanjude to eat roast duck.

You know, Quanjude roast duck is a time-honored brand with a history of hundreds of years. Jin Buhuan and Cao pangzi are in their world. They are all losers. They can afford Quanjude. Now I come here to make up for my regret.

"OK ~"

Quanjude's business is very hot. Norda's store is crowded with people. The smell of roast duck also comes to my nose. In front of that, there is a wooden platform on which a storyteller stands. He shook his head with a folding fan in his hand,

"Just as the saying goes, separation must be combined for a long time, and combination must be divided for a long time. In the Three Kingdoms period, there were three pillars in the world..."

"Good!"

Below, a group of Beijingers eating roast duck are listening carefully to the storyteller. From time to time, there are bursts of cheers, which can be described as lively.

Soon, ten plates of delicious roast duck were on the table, and the three couldn't wait to taste it. The roast duck is cash yellow in color and covered with butter. Although there is no seasoning, the aroma is very attractive.

Creak ~

Fat Cao grabbed a roast duck leg and stuffed it into his mouth. The gnawing fat overflowed and was very crispy.

"The thief's mother is delicious. It's much better than the foreign roast chicken at the golden Arch!"

The three of them also began to eat. The ten plates of roast duck were swept away by them. While enjoying the delicious food, they listened to the storyteller's immersive story. The climax came one after another and attracted bursts of exclamation.

"The old man is too fucking sneaky. If he put it now, he will certainly be able to advance to the finals. I'm a speaker."

The three couldn't help laughing, and then quit the Quanjude family. After eating the roast duck, they went to see a Beijing opera. It has to be said that the quintessence of China is the quintessence of China. The scene is as lively as the Oscar ceremony.

This pure national essence is enough to kill any good voice of China and create 101 programs. Unfortunately, such essence can only be appreciated at that time.

Coincidentally, today is the Chinese New Year Festival. In the old Beijing City, there are all kinds of lanterns, which are very beautiful. In some areas where canals flow, they even dress up as lantern exhibitions, which are very lively.

Some Kongming lights flew like fireflies. In the river, there are countless lotus lamps, surrounded by bright lights, fire trees and silver flowers, which are charming for a moment.

"Have you heard? It is said that painter Zheng Da is delivering calligraphy and paintings near the north of the city!"

In the process of walking and stopping, Jin Buhuan overheard a message. Near the north of the city, there was a Qing Dynasty painter delivering calligraphy and paintings. After several inquiries, they knew that the painter was Zheng Banqiao!

In order to get the calligraphy and painting of Zheng Banqiao, Jin Buhuan and the three also rushed to the north of the city. Not far from there, the crowd is already surging. Zheng Banqiao should be the one holding the brush in the middle.

At the moment, Zheng Banqiao has entered the old age. He has white hair, long beard and Fairy Spirit. Although he is old, he still has that spirit. With a brush in his hand, he has a ready mind. He finishes it in one stroke. After a while, a vigorous and powerful carnation picture jumps on the paper.

"Hold fast to the green mountains and stay firmly rooted in the broken rock. You can still be strong with thousands of grinding and thousands of blows, and let the East, West, North and south wind."

He wrote such a poem, which surprised everyone. Fat Cao buttoned his nose. Isn't this poem the one he learned in the first grade of primary school?

In order to get Zheng Banqiao's calligraphy and painting, they waited for an hour and finally got the calligraphy. They stored it as a treasure. It's an authentic work. If you put it on the current treasure appraisal program, it will cause a sensation.

After a day's stroll, it was late at night, and the three returned to the inn to rest and rectify