The house in Shikumen is a classic in Shanghai, and later Yang Rui has also seen it. There are many old houses in Shikumen in Xintiandi in Shanghai that were converted into bars and cafes, but a Shikumen house that is home has never been seen before. This Shikumen house only has two floors and looks very modern. The white gray in the cracks in the brick walls of the house are still very white. When you match it with the blue bricks, it looks very comfortable to see. All of this is still very new. It feels like the house has been built for less than two years. When you enter the gate, you will see a large patio. The patio is facing the living room, and six long wooden grille doors in front of the living room stand in front of it. A woman wearing a moon-white robe came out from the inside. When she saw Yang Rui, she looked at him and asked, "Is it Nong who wants to borrow the house?"

Yang Rui nodded and said, "It's me. What's the name?" He was also looking at the woman.

"My husband's surname is Huang. How many of you are? Do you have a noble surname?" Perhaps Yang Rui met her requirements for the tenant, so she also spoke Beijing dialect.

"You are not allowed to live alone. I am a student and I just returned to China. How did you rent this house?" Yang Rui asked.

"The houses are all on two floors, there are two rooms, one is a bedroom and the other is a pavilion room," the woman replied, and said, "I'll take you to see it." As she said that, she entered. Through the living room, there was a small corridor, and a woman was squatting next to the ditch of the eaves and washing the pot, and a little girl of six or seven years old stood beside her.

Following the wooden staircase to the second floor, I first looked at the bedroom. It was facing south, more than 20 square meters, with furniture and other things. There were also an old wooden bed with many windows and glass windows. The room was very bright. However, the pavilion room was at the back of the house. The room was not big, less than ten square meters, which was very low. Yang Rui felt that he was about to reach the ceiling. Because facing north, the window was not open to the north, but on the side, but on the side, but the blind-style wooden windows, the walls were gray sand and a little dark, and the decorations in the room were also very simple, just one bed, one table and one stool. After seeing the house, Mrs. Huang asked: "I have seen it all, how about it, these two rooms are empty?"

The houses are all fine, but in fact, they can live in. As for which one to rent, it depends on the price. Yang Rui was thinking about how much money he had in his pocket. Seeing her ask, "The rooms are all very good, but I don't know how much it costs a month?"

"The large bedroom is eight yuan a month, and the house is donated two cents; the pavilion room is cheap, and the house is four yuan a month, and the house is donated one cents. Which room do you want?" she asked.

When Yang Rui heard the price and calculated the remaining money, he knew that he could only live in the pavilion room. In fact, that small room was also good and quiet. He thought about it and said, "I'd better live in the pavilion room. Can four dollars be cheaper? I just came to Shanghai and the money was tight."

Mrs. Huang didn't say anything after hearing this. After a while, she seemed to have made some decision and said, "The pavilion room is at least three and a half yuan. If it is less, it is not easy to borrow. I also think you are a serious talent and have little money. If you sincerely want to borrow it, you will make a decision today."

Yang Rui settled it immediately and paid two deposits, indicating that he would move here tomorrow. Before leaving, he asked for the address: No. 12, Ruyili, Houma Road. On the way back, he calculated the money. minus the one-6 to pay tomorrow. He only had two hexagons and four cents. After today, he could still have two five-point three cents left. Based on the two cents of meals every day, he could have thirteen days left. However, he moved tomorrow and didn't know how much money he could have left after buying the quilt. Money, money, thinking of this, Yang Rui couldn't help but speed up and found a post office at the intersection of Shishi Road and Main Road, and sent the article full of hope. In order to let the other party editor accept his classical Chinese and simplified Chinese characters, he explained it after the letter. According to the convention of time travelers, he said that he was an overseas Chinese and educated in his youth. Therefore, he had many shortcomings in grammar. Please forgive me.

When he returned to the inn and passed Sima Road, Yang Rui walked around the bookstores around him, spent 20 cents to buy a lot of magazines and newspapers, and then he started to concentrate on reading newspapers and writing articles. When he was having dinner, he wrote two more articles. Rubbing his dry eyes and looking at these three articles, Yang Rui couldn't help but think in his heart, why do others get rich immediately after traveling through time? I'm only eight yuan as a treasure chain, or I'll encounter some celebrities without worries about food and clothing, and I can only climb the grid in this broken hotel. It's really unreasonable, his grandmother's.

After dinner, the boss's wife had already lit the lights in the room. In the dark room, the kerosene lamp was lit tenaciously, but even so, the darkness still enveloped most places, and only maintained the light in the small area on the table. Yang Rui sat down, looked through the results of the afternoon, straightened out the grammar of classical Chinese, and then did the great cause of climbing the grid.

The next day, Yang Rui left the inn with his luggage early in the morning. After breakfast, he went to the post office yesterday and sent out the three manuscripts he wrote in the evening yesterday afternoon. He didn't care whether it was a hit or not. He just thought it was a wide Internet cafe, hoping that he could gain something. If he didn't find a way, he had to sell himself.

It was already past nine o'clock when I arrived in Ruyi. When I was about to call the door, I found that the door was not locked, but it was just a covert. Mrs. Huang couldn't find anyone. Yang Rui shouted a few times and didn't see anyone, so he had to go upstairs directly. The woman who was washing the pot yesterday did not see it, only that little girl. When she saw Yang Rui coming, she looked over timidly. Yang Rui smiled and made a face. The little girl immediately shrank into the room, but she didn't cry or shout. Maybe she knew that there was no malice.

The door of the pavilion was open, and the room seemed to have swept again. There was also some straw on the bed, and there was no such thing as laying. While sitting by the bed, Mrs. Huang came over, and the moon-white robe yesterday, walked over gently. "Here is here, Mr. Yang, I happened to be drying the quilt on it just now, and I didn't hear you call me."

Yang Rui smiled and said, "Mrs. Huang, it seems that she has scanned the room, thank you."

"Oh, yes, yesterday you said you came here today. After you left, I came over and scanned it. I told you that living alone in this pavilion is very refreshing." It can be seen that the landlord is still very talkative.

"Yeah, thank you." Yang Rui thanked again, and said as he gave the prepared hexagon and said, "Mrs. Huang, where can I buy quilts and bedding here?"

Mrs. Huang seemed to have rented the house and was in a good mood and was very happy to help. "You go to the Yimin quilt shop outside and say it is Mr. Huang's tenant in the inner wing, so it should be cheaper."

By lunch time, Yang Rui had already packed up his house, went out and came back, and spent another dollar to buy a quilt. The money was tight and the weather was not too cold, so he could only do so. In addition to the quilt, he also bought a lock, so he didn't know if this thing could be used. The lock seller said that this kind of wide lock could not be pried open. Although Yang Rui didn't believe it, he had no choice but to use it. Finally, he counted the money, and only one or two cents were left. It would take ten days to save some money, and it depends on whether the submission could be won.

In the next few days, Yang Rui basically stayed in the room and didn't go anywhere. If he couldn't write the manuscript, he would record things from later generations, various knowledge, historical events, historical figures, and technical information. Of course, these were not complete, just some fragmented sentences or clues. After all, I used to read time travel novels, but I read the most book that was worn in Hainan in the late Ming Dynasty. I read it several times, and there were many technical details on it. However, it was worn in the late Qing Dynasty, and it would have no effect in the late Qing Dynasty. There were also those who passed through the late Qing Dynasty, and it was only read. When I recalled the prototype of the Soviet T34 tank - a tank sample produced by an American company - but I couldn't remember the name of the company, Yang Rui sighed deeply: It seems that no matter what I do, I must be serious. If I use snacks, how could I not remember it?

Five days passed, and Yang Rui had met with the people in the house. There were six rooms in the whole house. The place separated from the living room on the first floor was the landlord. Mr. Huang had seen it these days. He wore a round glasses and a beard with a beard. He should be a teacher or something, but without a deep conversation, everyone nodded as a courtesy. The small room on the other side of the stairs lived in a middle-aged man who was at the entrance of the yard that day. His surname was Deng. Mrs. Huang said that he worked in the post office and his family was in the suburbs of Shanghai. Everyone called him Lao Deng, and he was also very good and didn't talk much. The person living on the first floor was the last one.

Below Yang Rui's pavilion, there was a couple. The man's surname was Xu. He said he was from Jiangsu or Anhui. The woman was from Songjiang. She usually had a daughter outside the room. According to the crying, she was at least two babies in the room, but she couldn't see it. It is said that Mr. Xu wanted to give birth to a boy, but who knew that the woman was not strong enough and gave birth to two girls in the back. Originally, he didn't want to go out to make a living, but there was a relative or something working in a business in Shanghai. In addition, because she had not given birth to a son at home, the couple in front of the neighbors felt that they were embarrassed and were afraid of being embarrassed, so they followed him.

There are three houses on the second floor, and they live in only the pavilion room and the compartment against the stairs. The bedroom was always empty. The compartment was only known to be the one who lived in. They usually leave early and come back late, and it was very quiet. It was not until one day when they were drunk and started humming songs that Yang Rui knew that there was such a person. The old man hummed above and the little girl below was happy and shouted with the old man's song. It seemed that the little girl should have a talent for music. Later, she learned that the old man set up a small stall.

At 4:30 every day, Yang Rui would go out with his bag and walk around the alley to see if he could wear it back, but it was invalid every time. Yang Rui came back depressed and lying on the bed, counting the fewer and fewer silver corners and copper circles, and counting how many days there would be no food. Every day, office workers downstairs began to come back one after another, and the yard started to make a fuss. At this time, Yang Rui always opened the window, leaned against the window, and looked down. In the corridor, Mrs. Huang used a kerosene stove to stir-fry vegetables, and the spatula flew, the little girl played under the eaves, the girl's parents kept quarreling in the room in the hometown dialect, and Lao Deng squatted at the stairs to smoke, and would talk to the little girl from time to time - the noisy but warm home life always makes people feel the warmth brought by this fireworks.

On the eleventh day of Yang Rui's passing, on the ninth day of living in Ruyili, and when there were two cents left, hope came. That day, when he was lying on the window and looking at the life photo below, Old Deng knocked on the door and handed in two letters: "Mr. Yang, two letters from Ala are brought here."

Letter, oh, the newspaper has accepted the submission, it should be the royalties. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get nervous, rushed over to take the letter and said thank you, and then opened it. The letter was indeed a note, with one on it: Mr. Yang, the newspaper has accepted the manuscript and is logged out in the next issue. Please go to the Agricultural Journal, No. 3 Beihai Road to collect the manuscript fee of 6 yuan. The other letter is a bill of exchange, with only three yuan on it, but the remitter is a female journal. It doesn't matter who it is. The key is that he has money, and the cash has become nine yuan and two cents again. This is the happiest thing. These days have really let Yang Rui know what a penny is to stump the hero.

That night, Yang Rui went out to add a meal. He was so tired of eating steamed buns these days that he bought cigarettes on a whim. It was called Laodao brand. It was found that the packaging was produced by British and American Tobacco Company. This company was still very famous in the later generations. It is said that it once monopolized China's cigarette market. Later, national consciousness rose, and private-owned companies such as Nanyang Tobacco Company began to start. The competition between the two sides was fierce throughout the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China period. Yang Rui asked his boss to ask for cigarettes from Nanyang Tobacco Company and replied that there was no such company. It seemed that this company would be established in a few years and it does not exist yet.

Yang Rui wrote an article for the Journal of Agricultural Science and the Journal of Women overnight. The Journal of Agricultural Sciences wrote down the formulas of several kinds of pesticides he could remember, and explained the usage and function. The Women's Journal continued to discuss how women's status gradually fell to their current status since the ancient matriarchal society. Of course, it is impossible to finish it at once, and at least one article will be published next time. In order to protect and to conceal his gender, he gave himself a pseudonym, called the Pavilion Branch.
Chapter completed!