There was heaven above, and Suzhou and Hangzhou below.
When Fangzheng walked down the gangway, he was greeted by the tranquil and enchanting scenery of Suzhou and Hangzhou.
Because he knew the consequences of industrialization, Fangzheng had considered all aspects of the plan from the beginning. He did not want Chang 'an to become a foggy city. Therefore, Fangzheng had placed the heavy industries in some relatively remote places. But even so, Chang 'an could often see smog in the city.
But the situation in Suzhou and Hangzhou was much better. The scenery was picturesque, and the air was fresh. Walking down the gangway, he felt a lot more comfortable. Fangzheng stretched his back comfortably. Following that, he came to the dock. There was already a carriage waiting there.
"Are you Young Master Fang?"
Upon seeing Fangzheng walk over, an attendant hurriedly ran over to inquire. Because of the widespread use of steam power in this era, telephone and telegraph communication had become the norm. At least in all parts of the country, telephones were no longer rare items. There were also public telephone booths at intersections, so there were naturally a variety of services.
For example, the attendant who came to pick up Fangzheng was an appointment made by Fangzheng in advance through a phone call — this finally allowed Fangzheng to feel a little more modern.
"Yes, it's me."
Facing the attendant, Fangzheng nodded, and the attendant hurriedly showed a warm smile.
"Please get in the carriage. The manager has been waiting for you. We have prepared a heavenly room for you. This way, please …"
As he spoke, the attendant ushered Fangzheng into the carriage. Then, the driver drove the carriage away from the dock and down the street.
I'm still not used to it.
Sitting by the window and looking at the brightly lit street outside, Fangzheng smiled helplessly. Perhaps because the palace wanted to maintain tradition, most of the buildings in the palace had not been modified. Except for some relatively convenient installations, most of them remained the same. Therefore, when Fangzheng was in the palace, he was still able to maintain a little of the feeling of being in ancient society.
However, as soon as he stepped out of the palace gates, the streets were filled with a mix of fantasy, technology, and the supernatural. It blew Fangzheng away to an unknown era.
However, most of the places were still the same. This reminded Fangzheng of the place where he met Lin Yueru, Bai Suzhen, and Qing 'er in the Immortal of Sword and Fairy world … But it was obviously impossible now. After all, there was no Jinshan Temple in this world, and there was no bald Fahai.
Along the way, Fangzheng also chatted casually with the driver who came to pick him up. After all, it was the basic attribute of a taxi driver from ancient times to the present. This driver was also the same. Seeing that the customer was willing to chat with him, naturally, he didn't hold back and said everything. Of course, like all taxi drivers, he also liked to complain about the county government and the magistrate here, saying that they sometimes did not care about human affairs, and the content of his complaint was only some trivial matters.
For example, the driver complained that he was charged a monthly road maintenance fee. In fact, the fee was not much, but the driver thought that the fee was simply the corruption of the officials ….
Fangzheng naturally laughed at this. It was indeed so in the eyes of the driver, but in fact, the road maintenance in this era was much more troublesome than in the future. After all, horses were living things, while cars were dead things. The exhaust emitted by cars could not be seen or touched, but the excrement of horses everywhere was a lot of trouble.
Due to the expansion of the city and the strengthening of transportation, the problems here had become more and more prominent, so it was understandable to charge such a fee for road maintenance. Otherwise, how could a city be filled with horse excrement?
Of course, from the driver's point of view, it was a different matter.
In addition, the driver also told Fangzheng some interesting stories. For example, the disciples of the Huashan Sect and the Heng Mountain Sect fought in the street for a woman. As a result, both of them were handcuffed by the officials, and the woman they fought for fell into the arms of a rich second generation young master next to her ….
Well, this was the story that Fangzheng wanted to hear. This was more interesting.
After listening to the driver's cheerful talk along the way, Fangzheng also arrived at the door of a "five-star" inn located by the West Lake. When he got off the carriage, a waiter immediately came forward and asked about his well-being.
"Welcome, sir. Would you like to rest in your room now? Or would you like to drink tea? We have a storyteller here who is talking about 'General Luo'. Next, there will be a performance by a song and dance troupe from Nanman …. "
"A song and dance troupe from Nanman?"
Hearing this, Fangzheng couldn't help but stop and look at the waiter curiously. The waiter also nodded.
"Yes, this is a song and dance troupe that our manager personally went to Nanman and invited from there. Their performance is particularly interesting. It's now the signature of our inn. If you want to enjoy it, we will arrange a good seat for you after dinner …."
"Well, I'm a little interested in this Nanman song and dance troupe."
Fangzheng thought for a moment, then made a decision. There really weren't many entertainment projects in this world so far. No matter how amazing he was, he couldn't climb up to the technology of kinescope and film projection in this era. Therefore, in addition to listening to the storyteller's stories, the people of this era would also enjoy singing and dancing performances from all over the world.
After all, the "Red Chamber" was closed, and the gambling houses were investigated. For the people of this era, there was really no other entertainment.
"Sir, please come with me. Do you have any other requirements?"
"Quiet, nice scenery, not too many people. Give me a pot of tea and snacks."
"Okay!"
Hearing Fangzheng's words, the waiter hurriedly took him upstairs, then turned the door and arranged a front row seat for Fangzheng by the window. From the comfortable table and chair in this private room, it could be seen that this was definitely not a seat that anyone could sit in. But after all, Fangzheng was a guest who booked a "presidential suite" here, so of course the inn had to give him some preferential treatment.
At this moment, on the stage in front, the storyteller standing in the center of the stage was also coming to an end. Fangzheng listened carefully and found that it was a story about a fictional general. In fact, this was not surprising. The imagination of the ancients was not much smaller than that of modern people. During the Qing Dynasty, someone wrote a steampunk novel, and it was written that the Qing Dynasty went to the moon and Jupiter to colonize ….
Of course, it died early in the morning.
The "General Luo" mentioned by the storyteller should be considered a fantasy according to the modern classification. The story was about a man named Luo San who was born in an aristocratic family, but was looked down upon by his family because of his poor and weak body. Later, he met a fairy by chance and was charmed by her beauty. He fell off a cliff and accidentally swallowed a natural treasure. Then, naturally, he used the "don't bully the young for being poor" and "revenge is never too late" to show off and slap his face. In the end, he ended up with the fairy ….
Tsk tsk tsk, the whole plot was full of ups and downs, making it hard to stop.
When General Luo heard his father's words, he was both shocked and angry. With a loud roar, he was about to rush forward and fight to the death. However, at this moment, the door suddenly opened, and a black shadow rushed in with a fragrant wind and threw itself into General Luo's arms. When General Luo took a closer look, he could not help but tremble. The person who jumped into his arms was not someone else, but his sworn brother, his childhood sweetheart! And what General Luo did not expect was that his sworn brother would reveal a shocking secret at this time! "
Speaking of this, the storyteller slammed the gavel hard.
"What will happen next? Listen to the next chapter, 'A real wife's tears shed on the general's lapel, a fake tiger father reveals his love for his son'!"
"Good!!!"
After listening to the storyteller's narration, the audience in the back suddenly cheered and applauded. Fangzheng was also dumbfounded after listening to the storyteller — such a ups and downs plot, are you f * cking from "Morality and Law"?
Soon, the storyteller left, and the audience grew. Obviously, many people wanted to watch the performance of the so-called "Nanman Song and Dance Troupe".
Soon, a group of figures came over from the other side of the screen and began to prepare for the performance.
However, the moment these people appeared, Fangzheng, who was leaning back in his chair like a salted fish, could not help but squint his eyes.
There's demonic energy!
That's right, the moment these people appeared, Fangzheng immediately felt a faint trace of demonic energy, and it was not the ordinary kind of demonic energy.
Fangzheng felt that this demonic energy was even mixed with a sense of vicissitudes of ancient times …
What the hell is this?
Is there an ancient beast that transformed into a demon?
Is it a Tyrannosaurus? Triceratops? Or a plesiosaur?
It can't be a trilobite, right?
Fangzheng knew that before he became emperor, the world's history was still very 'scientific.' It was impossible for there to be many fantasy stories where one would wake up and realize that he had transformed into a Tyrannosaurus rex and then cultivate for thirty thousand years. But this demonic aura did indeed contain a trace of the aura of the primordial era ….
Hmm … this is very interesting.
Thinking of this, Fangzheng also became interested and sat back in his chair.
He wanted to see what kind of tricks this so-called Nanman Song and Dance Troupe was playing.
(End of this chapter)
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