The gramophone plays the most melodious music...

Xiang Xiaoqiang rubbed his eyes and everything turned into color again.

Although the scene in front of me is a little different from what I imagined, the difference is not big. It is basically the same. The only obvious difference is that the city appearance in the Ming Dynasty was relatively tidy at this time, and it was not as messy as the streets of the Republic of China in the 1930s.

Thinking about it, Xiang Xiaoqiang found that it should indeed be the case. After all, in this period, whether it is called the Republic of China or the Ming Dynasty, a city will always look like this.

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The rickshaw turned through several streets and entered Hanzhong Road.

As soon as he got on this main road, Xiang Xiaoqiang immediately discovered a bigger difference between the cities of the Ming Dynasty and the cities of the Republic of China. That is, there were more ancient buildings on the street.

The wide road is asphalt, with bluestone sidewalks on both sides. Among the prosperous buildings on both sides, you can often see whitewashed walls and green tiles, carved railings and hooked eaves, and occasionally you can see archways, stone turtle and camel monuments, and horse-mounted stones. There are weeping willows planted on both sides of the road. When cars drive by, the willow branches are blowing in the wind, which is very smelly.

The closer you get to Xinjiekou, the more foreign companies and department stores are on both sides. You can often see huge advertisements:

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Yongtai Department Store is having a huge sale!

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Lima got a foreign trade and shed tears and sacrificed a lot!

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Danshlin colored cloth, a long-established trademark, is produced by Wanchang Dyeing Factory.

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Baihua soap, exquisite quality, fragrant,

Scholars from all walks of life, please give it a try and know that your words are not false.

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Songhu brand medicinal wine is truly the king of medicinal wines.

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Please smoke Erhexian cigarettes.

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Looking at this authentic old advertisement, Xiang Xiaoqiang wanted to laugh.

He worked as a copywriter in an advertising company, and what he did every day was advertising creativity and marketing planning. He couldn't help but wonder whether these advertisers had even a little bit of brains. They were different from those who used all kinds of tricks in later generations. Compared with other advertisements, today's advertisements are all straight forward, not to mention creative, without any twists and turns. Really, even if you really can't survive, you can still make a lot of money by writing advertisements for others in your own profession. ah.

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Well, it seems like something is missing on the street. What is missing?

Xiang Xiaoqiang thought for a long time and slapped his forehead: There is no one wearing a cheongsam or mandarin jacket on the street!

Really, I haven’t seen it once since I came out of the hospital.

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled with relief: This is natural. Cheongsam and mandarin jacket are traditional costumes of the Qing Dynasty. This is the Ming Dynasty, so of course no one will wear Qing Dynasty clothes.

Don't tell me, it's much more pleasing to the eye.

There are obviously many more women than men on the street, which probably corresponds to the saying "70% to 80% of people in Nanming are women." Although Xiang Xiaoqiang doesn't know the reason for this, the more he looks at it, the more pleased he becomes, and the more he feels that it is clear. The morning is right.

The men on the road were all wearing various suits, woolen top hats, or peaked caps. Most of the women were also wearing Western clothes of the same period.

Some rich ladies were holding puppies, wearing cashmere shawls or luxurious furs. Some of the more exaggerated ones were wearing huge hats with ostrich feathers on them like European noble ladies in the 19th century.

In the bleak cold wind, there are often squatting and shivering beggars. There are not only male beggars, but also female beggars. The ladies and ladies in bright clothes walked over arrogantly, occasionally making a "ding-dong" sound and throwing a coin to the beggar. in the basin.

Xiang Xiaoqiang shook his head: "The wine and meat of the rich family are stinky, and the bones are frozen to death on the road. This kind of thing will happen at any time."

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Xiang Xiaoqiang gradually saw that the buildings on both sides were becoming more and more grand, and there were more and more cars. Suddenly he saw a large square in front of him.

"Master," he asked subconsciously, "is that Xinjiekou?"

The driver heard that he did not have a Nanjing accent, so he replied as he ran:
Chapter completed!