I, the wanderer of the universe, love making friends

Chapter 225: Meeting Aunt Thirteen in Foshan

Foshan.

Although the cannons of the great powers have reached its doorstep, Foshan is still very lively.

The bustling street was crowded with people. Shen Man walked among them, his eyes scanning the pedestrians around him.

There were foreigners wearing different military uniforms and clothes of different styles, as well as a group of ordinary people with long braids hanging behind their heads, looking like zombies.

Shen Lang couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, as if he was in a completely unfamiliar world.

He actually got it here.

But the strong never complain about the environment.

Just as he was thinking about where to make new friends, he suddenly heard the hawking voices from the restaurant next door: "Barbecued pork buns, lotus seed buns..."

Girls on the other side also shouted, "Uncle, come up and play, come up, it's fun."

Shen Lang took a look and saw that the place was bustling with people. It was obviously an early morning show, but there was no difference between early and late shows in a brothel.

After thinking about it, I decided to go to the restaurant to eat something first.

As I stepped in, I immediately felt that this restaurant's business was extremely good.

There were people everywhere, and various bird cages were hanging on the roof. There was also a musical band playing music.

It's just too noisy and I can't hear what song is being played.

The diners with long braids gathered around the table, eating their food and chatting about various interesting things.

The best-selling items are probably the barbecued pork buns and lotus seed buns.

As the food arrived, the diners quickly put the barbecued pork buns into their mouths, took a bite, and continued to chat loudly with others.

Shen Lang only took a glance and recognized that most of them were ordinary people hanging around in the market, and some were passers-by.

He found a man dressed as a disciple from a wealthy family and stole the silver he had on him.

He was not sure what the silver dollars used now looked like, and gold was too conspicuous, so it was more appropriate to steal something when possible.

The so-called robbing the rich to help the poor means robbing rich people to help people like yourself.

Just as I was about to find a seat to sit down, I suddenly heard someone start a conversation.

"There are more and more foreigners in Foshan, and life is getting hard."

"Mr. Zhang, you are quite impressive, being able to do business with foreigners."

"Well, it's not easy. I can't make a living in my hometown, so I have no choice but to work like a slave in England."

"By the way, Mr. Zhang, this time Old Zhao brought a royal sparrow to take a picture with you, and this bird stole the show."

"Taking a photo? No problem, take one later."

"Oh, what a thoughtfulness! Thanks to you."

Shen Lang looked in the direction of the voices and found that there was an old-fashioned camera and two women in Western dresses.

But one of them was fiddling with the camera and buried her head under a piece of cloth, so I couldn't see her appearance clearly.

Seeing this, Shen Lang found a nearby seat and sat down, then ordered something.

At this time, there was another clamor outside: "Master Huang, Master Huang."

"Hello, fellow villagers."

As the voice was spoken, a man with a good temperament walked in while bowing to everyone with his fists clasped.

Shen Lang felt that the man looked somewhat familiar.

"Feihong." The old man who took the photo walked up quickly.

"Uncle, I haven't seen you for a few years. You look more energetic."

"TOEFL TOEFL, Feihong, look with me, who came back with me this time."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Shen Lang suddenly realized that it was Huang Feihong.

He had some impression of the plot. It was about Huang Feihong, a martial artist from Foshan who was once the instructor of the Black Flag Navy and the chief coach of the militia. He often taught martial arts at Po Chi Lam and hoped to strengthen himself and save the country through this.

In order to gain a foothold in Foshan, Yan Zhendong from Guandong first challenged Huang Feihong, then colluded with the Shahe Gang, and together with foreigners, promoted the idea that the United States was a world of gold and snow, and abducted a large number of Chinese women, including Thirteenth Aunt, onto foreign ships. Huang Feihong fought a bloody battle with the foreigners and their minions for this.

Just thought of these.

Huang Feihong had already followed his great-uncle into the hall, and the woman who was busy fiddling with the camera looked up.

Although she was only wearing light-colored European clothes, she had a tall figure, fair skin, and an almost flawless face. She was not wearing heavy makeup, but all kinds of charm were hidden in her every frown and smile, and she was also a little playful and cute.

Seeing Huang Feihong, the woman walked quickly towards him.

Huang Feihong's face lit up with joy: "Thirteenth Aunt!"

"Feihong." Aunt Thirteen had a happy look on her face.

Seeing the two of them greeting each other, Shen Lang secretly decided in his heart that he wanted to be friends with Huang Feihong.

But he didn't rush up to say hello.

Instead, he buried his head in eating the barbecued pork buns to fill his stomach first.

I had just eaten half of it when I heard a bang and a cloud of white smoke rose.

It turned out that there was something wrong with Thirteenth Aunt's photography. Not only did she burn a royal finches in a birdcage to the point where not a feather was left, she also almost hurt Wong Fei-hung and her father.

The whole restaurant was in chaos.

Shen Lang just glanced at it and ignored it.

After eating and drinking his fill, he came before Huang Feihong and bowed, "Hello, Master Huang. I am Shen Lang."

"Hello, Master Shen." Huang Feihong returned the greeting with a smile, "I am Huang Feihong."

Seeing Shen Lang's gaze towards Aunt Thirteen beside him, he introduced: "Brother Shen, let me introduce you. This is Shaojun, and this is her friend. What's her name?"

"Joanna." Aunt Thirteen hurriedly reminded her, then extended her hand towards Shen Lang and said, "You can call me Shaojun."

Shen Lang held her hand, smiled and greeted her in English: "How do you do?"

This is a relatively old grammar and an "antique" expression, but it is very appropriate in this era.

If you want to make friends with such people, you have to pretend when you need to. Otherwise, how can you establish an image? How can you make Thirteenth Aunt remember you?
Seeing him greet her in English, Aunt Thirteen was a little surprised and replied in fluent English: "Pretty good, Your English is quite good."

She had been abroad and returned to Foshan for Huang Feihong.

Because she was wearing a Western dress, many people looked at her strangely along the way, and some even greeted her in broken English.

But she only responded politely, and it sounded like she had learned the English at the last minute. It would have been better to greet her in Chinese.

Shen Lang smiled and said, "I have lived abroad for several years. It is an honor for Shen Lang to know Shaojun. However, you used too much magnesium chalk when taking the photo just now. It would be better if you used less magnesium chalk."

"Thank you for the reminder." Aunt Thirteen nodded slightly.

Letting go of her hand, Shen Lang greeted Joanna again.

Then he said to Huang Feihong, "Brother Huang, you have something else to do today, so I won't bother you. I'll visit Bao Zhilin another day. Bye."

"Goodbye, Brother Shen," Huang Feihong nodded. After he left the restaurant, Thirteenth Aunt asked, "Feihong, is that your friend? He speaks English very well, just like Yaca Su."

"The same fake foreign devil?" Huang Feihong said, "Let's deal with these things first. I never thought that taking pictures would turn out like this."

Shen Lang had just come out of the restaurant and was thinking of going to the nearby money shop to get some silver.

Suddenly, a group of people surrounded a man with a scar on his face and came towards them aggressively. They pushed others and shouted, "Go away, go away! Don't block our Shahe Gang's business."

Scarface then, surrounded by this group of people, came to the shop next door and shouted, "Shopkeeper, come out and buy the God of Wealth!"

His men drove all the customers out of the store.

The shopkeeper said with a bitter face: "What do you mean by buying the God of Wealth? Didn't we buy one before? Sir, we have already bought it."

The people from the Shahe Gang ignored his objection and pulled him out from the counter.

The shopkeeper begged for mercy: "Sir, I have already bought the God of Wealth."

"Did you buy my God of Wealth?" Scarface's face turned cold, and he slammed the table and said sternly: "The one you bought last time has been sunk into the well by me. Are you going to meet him?"

The men next to Scarface shouted, "Buy it now."

"If you don't buy it, we will ask you to buy another amulet later."

"Stop talking nonsense! Take the money!"

"..."

The shopkeeper was immediately dragged to the counter by everyone to get the money.

"Uncle, the situation is not good now..." He was still thinking about begging for mercy.

But Scarface snatched his cash box away and said, "It's precisely because the situation is bad that I'm protecting you."

Only after the Shahe Gang members left did the others dare to discuss in a low voice.

"These damn guys are always finding new ways to collect protection money. I don't know when God will take them in."

"Yeah, last month I heard that someone didn't pay the protection fee, so they threw him into the river."

"The current situation is so chaotic, and these people are actually trying to profit from the national crisis. They are simply worse than pigs and dogs."

"You only dare to bully others in your own territory. Foreigners are so fierce, why don't you collect protection fees from them?"

"Collecting protection money from foreigners? How dare the Shahe Gang be so bold? Even the government has to give face to foreigners."

"Alas, this world is too chaotic. The harbor is full of foreign ships, and there are hooligans and gangsters running rampant on the streets."

"I heard there's a gold mountain in America, and you have to wear black glasses even when walking at night."

"why?"

"Because there is so much gold, there is gold on the ground where you walk, in the river where you wash clothes, and even on the mountain. That's why it is called the Gold Mountain."

"real or fake?"

"How could this be true? All my relatives have gone to Jinshan. If I didn't have elderly people at home, I would have wanted to go to Jinshan to make a fortune."

"By the way, what is the origin of the Shahe Gang?"

"Be careful with your words. These people from the Shahe Gang are greedy and will eat people without leaving any bones. If you say something bad about them behind their backs and someone hears, you will definitely not see the sun tomorrow."

"Then what are the origins of these Jesus ghosts?"

"Who knows? I'm gone. It's none of my business. I'll just let it go."

"..."

Shen Lang sighed in his heart, then walked towards a money house diagonally opposite.

"Sir, what can I do for you?" the waiter asked enthusiastically.

Shen Lang took out a small ingot of gold and said, "Exchange it for silver for me."

There is a lot of gold in his space. In addition to the treasures in Yang Gong's treasury, there are also the wealth of the four major bandits, a large amount of gold, silver and jewelry, so it is harmless to take out some.

Besides, I just arrived here and haven’t figured out which wealthy families there are.

Ten minutes later, he walked to the Begonia Courtyard opposite with the silver dollars he had exchanged.

Several girls came forward and said, "Sir, welcome to our Begonia Courtyard. Please come in. Is there any girl you know?"

"No." Shen Lang threw out a few silver dollars, "I just want good wine, good food, and good girls."

"Sir, you have finally come to the right place. Here, we have good wine, good food, and good girls. Please come in."

Shen Lang stayed in Haitangyuan for five days.

These five days were not all about sex. We went out for a walk during the day and came back to sleep at night.

The reason why I don’t go to the inn is that the environment in the inn is similar, or even worse.

It’s better to live in a brothel and feel comfortable. Going back to the brothel is as familiar as going home.

The morning after five days.

Shen Lang had just gotten up when he heard someone say, "Baozhilin had a big fire last night, and half of the yard collapsed."

Upon hearing the news, he immediately went to Baozhilin.

As soon as I entered, I saw the mess on the ground.

Thirteenth Aunt, with a dirty face, was being angrily scolded by Wong Fei-hung: "...You are just like those foreign witches, you don't know what's important. You play with these foreign things all day long. The next time I see you bringing these things to Po Chi Lam, I will smash them."

"Brother Huang." Shen Lang stepped forward and said with a smile, "Women need to be taught a lesson. You have to. Look at what has happened. If you ask me, it's hard to find a three-legged toad, but two-legged women are everywhere."

Huang Feihong turned around and greeted him: "Brother Shen, that makes sense."

Just as he finished speaking, someone outside shouted, "Huang Feihong!"

"Master, there are government officials here!" a fat man called out to him.

Huang Feihong quickly apologized, "Brother Shen, I'm sorry, someone is looking for me. I'll talk to you later."

After he left, Shen Lang said to Aunt Thirteen, "Look, this man doesn't cherish you at all. The world is progressing, but he's still clinging to the old ways. How can this be okay?"

Thirteenth Aunt was stunned for a moment. "I remember you agreed with him scolding me just now, right?"

"Am I wrong?" Shen Lang asked in surprise, "Look, such a big incident happened, and you almost got burned, but he thinks you're not doing your job properly by doing these foreign things."

"Do you think it's right to teach a woman a lesson?" Aunt Thirteen asked coldly.

Shen Lang said, "I was just saying that. If he really had you in his heart, why would he say 'that makes sense'? It's obvious that he doesn't have you in his heart!"

　Transition into a new plot.

　　I suffer from writing long articles.

　　The original novel of "Tang Dynasty" has more than 400 million words. If you want to save the plot, it will be anticlimactic. If it is all dry, it is better to read the moderator's article.

　　The plot is a bit too long.

　　I believe everyone has seen Rosamund Kwan’s role as Aunt Thirteen.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)