In the morning, Yang Rui woke up with the cry of chickens. When he opened his eyes, he saw the black roof and white spider silk web. He was stunned for a while. Yesterday's ridiculous experience was poured back into his mind bit by bit like a tide. He cursed Ju Guo in annoyance, moved his back to sleep, and began to think about what to do today. After thinking for a while, his stomach gushed, and a feeling of hunger came. The earth was big, and eating was great, so he had to struggle to get up and wash, and put all the important things in his bag before going out, and locked the others in the box. When he went downstairs and left the living room, the inn owner also got up. He stood by the black counter and looked at the booklet. A purple-red short jacket strangled his big belly, and his round face couldn't see the expression clearly. When he saw Yang Rui, he greeted: "Xi Sang Nong, let's go out so early?"

Yang Rui can understand the words of Shanghai. After all, he used to study in Shanghai for many years, but he didn't know how to speak, so he had to answer in Mandarin: "Is the boss very early? I was just about to go out for breakfast, oh... By the way, I came late yesterday, and I don't know where this place is?"

The boss was a enthusiastic person. When he heard someone ask, he suddenly became energetic and began to explain in half-baked Beijing dialect: "Ala is in Baoshan Street, in the British Concession. If this Baoshan Street was in the famous place in the previous period, it would be the most prosperous place in the concession, and it would be much deserted now... Oh, where will sir be going this morning?"

Yang Rui didn't know where to go. In the morning, he just thought about how to fabricate a fake identity. After being asked, he didn't know how to answer, so he had to say, "I don't know where to go, just take a walk. That, the boss, my box is still in the room, I live today, I will come back at noon."

"Okay, okay, Xisang is going, it's okay. All this is Zhangji Inn on Baoshan Street. The driver of the Nong Yigang knows it." The boss was afraid that the second Japanese would get lost, so he kindly reminded him.

I still ate a shredded pork noodles in the noodle restaurant. After eating, I found that it was already very bright. There were a lot of pedestrians on the road. They were all in a hurry. The unicycle was full of people, and there were even a few sedans. Four people were carrying the sedans in front and behind. The sedans were rumbling and probably had a good time sitting, but the sedans were sweating profusely. Alas, it was a very evil old society. Yang Rui couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and thought again that he was just a passerby here. Just manage his livelihood and don't die in a bad life. There is no 110 to cook here. It is famous for growing lotus roots on Huangpu Beach.

I couldn't walk far and I arrived at Sima Road. There were many books on the side of the road. Yang Rui found a big storefront and went straight in. In fact, he didn't want to buy any books, but he seemed to have seen a newspaper outside just now. The store only opened, and there were only a sleepy young man. There seemed to be more than one newspaper, both Chinese and English, and there were two English newspapers, one was North China Daily News, and the other was The Shanghai Mercury; there were more Chinese newspapers, including declarations, news newspapers, communiqués of the nation, diplomatic newspapers, and

There is a journal of agricultural science, but these newspapers are in traditional Chinese characters, and they are not punctuated, so they are very impressed. Yang Rui didn't care about it either, so he took one copy of each and prepared to study it carefully. The newspapers are not expensive, with seven or eight copies only a little more than a corner. They just saw that the books were very expensive, all of them were all legendary, and most of them were detectives. However, the most surprising thing was that the publishing house written in a book was actually a Commercial Press. Oh, this name is so familiar. Many management books were published by this publishing house when they were in college. When they saw them here, they couldn't help but feel intimate.

After leaving the bookstore, there was even more no place to go. It was only 8:30 and I was not familiar with it. As he was hesitating, a rickshaw came over and waved his hand. The driver ran over. The man was about forty years old, with a patched jacket, hooked his back, and wrapped his braid around his neck, and his face was black. He went to the front to put down the handlebar and called Yang Rui carefully to get in, but Yang Rui didn't dare to get in because he felt that the car was not very strong, with a circle of rubber wrapped in rubber, and the spokes were wood. He felt fine no matter how he looked. Thinking about his weight of more than 100, he was afraid that it would fall out of the wheel while he was sitting.

The coachman also felt the concerns of the second Japanese devil. In his concept, those who had no braids were related to foreigners, so he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, Master, the car is very strong. Yesterday I even pulled a foreigner, not as tall as you, but heavier than you. When I pulled it to the French Concession, there was nothing to do." The coachman explained with a northern accent.

Yang Rui felt a little relieved and asked, "It's good that the car doesn't collapse. I want to go around like this. Are you familiar with it?"

"I, Wang Laosan, are familiar with the concession, so I don't know where you are going, whether you want to go to the concession, or whether you want to go to the French concession?" asked the coachman. Yang Rui was not used to being shouted by his master, but he didn't know how to correct it.

"Just in the concession, not in the concession... I just panicked at home and wanted to see around. How much do you transfer to the British concession?" Yang Rui didn't dare to say that he had just come to Shanghai alone, for fear of being pulled into a quiet place and robbed, and he didn't dare to say the price.

"Come around the British Concession..." The coachman thought for a while, "You can give me a dime, okay?" he asked carefully.

"One cent, one cent is not bad." He actually had no idea about one cent, "Okay, it's a fate to meet you and take your car, just one cent." Yang Rui said and got into the car.

Wang Laosan is actually a honest person. He runs every street and also provides explanations. He looks like a tour guide from the 21st century, but his words are plain, as if he is reading an explanatory text.

"Master, this is the back road. In front of it is Suzhou River. There are the most money shops here..."

"Master, this is the main road, with the most merchants and the most people..."

"Master, this is a pidgin, with the most kilns and the most kiln sisters..."

Yang Rui was just opening the water cup to drink water, and he heard it choked. Wang Laosan pulled the car, and there was no sight behind him, and he pulled it on his own. In Wang Laosan's dry explanatory, Yang Rui basically transferred the British concession. Except for the ground fire scene on the racetrack, Wang Laosan said that the ground there was too hot and it would burn his feet. The coachmen were wearing straw sandals and didn't dare to go. After asking carefully for a long time, they found out that it was a gas factory with gas pipelines laid underground for gas supply, but at this time the gas was only used for lighting and was not used for cooking. The coachmen only said that something underground would catch fire, so they didn't dare to go there.

At noon, Yang Rui turned back to Baoshan Street, but he didn't get down at the entrance of the inn and got off after a distance. He paid the car and found a restaurant for dinner. When he went back to the inn, he paid the room fee and hurried in the room to flip through the newspaper.

There are not many newspapers, not like later generations, where 50 cents are stacked and one fold can be used as pillows. These newspapers only have four or five pages, and the page is small. There are two English newspapers international and domestic news, which are relatively comprehensive. Chinese newspapers have a headache when reading them. They are all classical Chinese. In addition, many traditional Chinese characters are not recognized at all, and they can read them half-understand and half-do not understand them. They generally look a bit similar to the news broadcast: the leaders - the Queen Mother and Mr. Guangxu - are both auspicious, the country is very chaotic, and foreign countries are very good.

In short, these newspapers basically did not provide any valuable information. For a person who had all his historical knowledge from time travel novels, he could only think of some details of key historical events. If it were not for key events - such as the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, the Eight-Nation Alliance invaded China - then he would have no idea. So much information was only seen in the diplomatic newspaper's comments on Russia's invasion of Manchuria. In another three years, Japan and Russia would go to war in the Northeast. Yang Rui didn't know what opportunities there were, or what he could do. If he was the commander of the Russian army, he could help them defeat Japan, but he was not, and he could not do it. It would be best that the Russian Russians and the Japanese died.

Lying lazily on the bed, subconsciously picked up another newspaper, but it was the Journal of Agricultural Sciences, which introduced some foreign agriculture and some planting technologies. However, there was an article about citrus. It was about citrus planting and grafting, which was translated from the United States. At the end of the article, the translator also introduced the Chinese Huangyan tangerine, which was called the king of oranges, and foreigners also praised it. As he looked, Yang Rui's mind suddenly became enlightened. I know more than this era. This garbage article is too unprofessional. If I write an article for him, I can earn a royalty.

He suddenly sat up from the bed, found a piece of paper and wrote it. He stopped after not writing a few words. It was not that he could not write it anymore, but that he wrote simplified Chinese characters with a pen, and in vernacular Chinese. After careful consideration, he began to recall the ancient Chinese language I learned in middle school, and tried to write it in such sentences. An hour later, the article was written, with a large number of words, but the content was not grafting or something, but a fruit storage article. The sentence was classical Chinese, but the characters were simplified - he had no choice but to learn traditional Chinese, and he was looking for it.

I was going to send the address to me, but I was in trouble again. I didn’t have an address. This journal of Agricultural Sciences is actually issued every ten days. I invested it and sent the money for half a month. I wouldn’t be able to live here at that time. The accommodation fee here is not cost-effective for five days, so it’s better to rent a house. After thinking about it, Yang Rui thought it would be better to rent a house as soon as possible. It’s not only cheap but also safe. Now I live in a hotel like this, and the door is opened as soon as I pried open. It’s really unreliable. Let’s go to Ruyi to take a walk in the afternoon and rent the house there.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Rui ran out again. This time he found a rickshaw to Ruyili. When he got out there, he got off the car but didn't know how to get it. There were all Shikumen houses here, and the gates were closed. Everything was the same as yesterday. There were no one in the alley and there was no one to ask. He was procrastinating in the alley for a while, and a woman walked out. Seeing that it was a woman, Yang Rui couldn't go up and ask. After waiting for another half an hour, another yard door opened and a middle-aged man came out. Yang Rui hurriedly went up and said hello: "Hello, may I ask, is there a house here??"

The man was shocked, but when he saw that it was a second devil, he stopped. He didn't hear what Yang Rui said just now, but he thought that the second devil looked taller and not a bad person. He asked, "What are you doing? What are you looking for?"

When Yang Rui felt relieved when he saw a man, he said slowly: "I borrowed a house. Do you know where to borrow a house here?"

"Oh, borrow the house... Oh... Nong wait." After saying that, the middle-aged man pushed the door and went in again. After a while, he heard him shouting loudly: "Mrs. Huang, would you rather borrow the house in the outer wing?" After a while, he came out again: "Nong is going to go in and see the house, Mrs. Huang is quite good." Yang Rui stepped into the yard, but the middle-aged man left.
Chapter completed!