The train swayed on the tracks, like a long mechanical snake that had swallowed a huge number of people and then crawled along.
A journey of three days and two nights is a drain on energy no matter how comfortable the environment is.
The sweater in Wang Taozhi's hand had already taken shape. Because the temperature in the carriage was getting lower and lower, she put the sweater on directly without having to find another place to put it.
She used the extra wool to knit a scarf, and by the time she was done, the train had finally arrived at its destination.
The number of passengers at this time was naturally far less than that of later generations, but the station was narrow, and everyone was carrying luggage that was several times their own size, so it seemed extremely crowded.
Zhao Meiya held He Ruixue's hand tightly, and Jiang Yanxu, with a lot of packages hanging on his body, walked behind the two of them, showing a guarding posture.
He Dagen realized belatedly that his favored position had been taken, so he simply stood next to He Ruixue, carrying a huge sack on his shoulder, without even breathing hard.
Those who do farm work for many years have their physical strength and patience tested.
Wang Taozhi followed closely behind them, holding He Xiaojie's hand, and walked through the gap they squeezed out, which was quite easy.
Jiang Yanxu was a tall man, and He Ruixue wasn't short either. The two of them just happened to block her view. She just kept moving forward and had no idea where she was going.
Leaving the station and officially setting foot on the land of Beijing, the dry cold air hit me in the face.
Originally, He Ruixue planned to stay in the guesthouse, but before Jiang Yanxu came, he told her that his master had acquaintances here.
He is considered his fellow apprentice and they have a very close relationship.
Now the man lived alone, and when he heard that he was coming, he tried his best to invite him to live in his house so that he could show his hospitality.
He Ruixue thought about it and felt that the guesthouse was not very good and the inspection was quite strict, so it would be better to have a place to stay.
And with a local guide, it will be easier for them to plan the tour route.
Since she was being treated so warmly, she definitely couldn't pay rent, otherwise people would think she was deliberately humiliating her.
If you want to express your gratitude, offering to help with chores during your stay or giving them a gift when they leave are both good ways to do so.
Following the address on the letter, they first took the bus and then walked.
After walking two kilometers with the load, I finally found the residence of the old man named Xu Jinglun.
It is located in an alley within the Third Ring Road, not far from the famous tourist attraction Nanluoguxiang.
But it was not a large courtyard, but a slightly dilapidated small courtyard. A corner of the bricks on the wall had been dug out, and the originally exquisite carved beams and painted buildings were covered with black ash.
All the precious flowers and trees in the yard were cut down and transplanted to become a vegetable garden.
However, the vegetables this person planted were similar to those grown by Jiang Yanxu. The soil was compacted, the grass grew taller than the vegetables, and the few small seedlings were sparse, which made He Dagen frown.
In He Ruixue's imagination, Xu Jinglun, as a half-brother of Master Jiang Yanxu, should be an old Taoist priest with a forehead full of hair and a childlike face.
In fact, it is not.
Judging from his appearance, he was about forty years old, with thick black hair, a loud voice like a bell, and was extremely enthusiastic.
"Hey, we're here. Good morning! How was your journey? Look at us two He sisters, Shui Ling, who couldn't be hidden even by such strong wind and sand."
Zhao Meiya was delighted when she heard people praising He Ruixue. "That's right. I've come all this way and I haven't seen anyone prettier than my daughter."
There is only one bad thing about it. Many young girls and wives are attracted to Jiang Yanxu and giggle at him while talking.
He is from the capital, not reserved at all.
"Look, you're just trying to brag about yourself. If you weren't born with such a good foundation, how could you have given birth to such a pretty girl?"
"You're confusing me with your address. I'm so old, but you call me sister and then you call me girl. It makes me confused."
Xu Jinglun laughed heartily, "Old sister, I was wrong. From now on I will call you my daughter. It sounds more intimate.
But I'm already 78 years old, so I should call you sister."
"What?"
Everyone except Jiang Yanxu was surprised.
He Ruixue kept looking at his skin condition, which was tight with few wrinkles, and better maintained than that of a forty-year-old.
Xu Jinglun clearly enjoyed the surprise of others at his actual age. He modestly said, "I'm not very talented, but I know a little bit about health preservation and a little bit about medicine, so I look younger."
Zhao Meiya almost couldn't close her mouth. "You are a generation older than me, but you look like you are even younger than me. How did you maintain such good looks? Do you eat bird's nest and ginseng every day?"
“Don’t use that stuff. Exercise more and get angry less, and you’ll naturally live longer.
Come on, come inside with me, brother and sister. I'll take your pulse and prescribe a prescription for your health."
Zhao Meiya accepted it happily. "There is such a good thing. Is it too much trouble for you?"
"It's not a problem. I haven't treated anyone in a long time. This skill is like sharpening a knife. It will get rusty if it's not used for a long time. I hope you don't mind it."
Maybe people of the same age have more to talk about, and after a few words, they started calling each other brothers and sisters.
He Ruixue fell behind, observing the interior layout of the house.
A typical courtyard with a door in the southeast corner and a half-broken screen wall at the entrance.
Originally, the main house should have five rooms, but because the courtyard was small, there were only four rooms. Therefore, there was half an ear room on each side of the main house, forming a "four broken five" layout.
Needless to say, the east and west wing rooms had four more rooms than hers, and the beams were all rotten, making it basically semi-open-air.
There were broken bricks and tiles on the ground, as well as shrubs and weeds about one meter high. It was obviously no longer habitable.
The west wing was filled with discarded furniture and other miscellaneous items, but the east wing was well preserved and covered with clean sheets and quilts.
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