At 9 a.m. on Saturday, Song Zuo TieDistrict drove to Longchuan to drive from Haijing to Longchuan in order to make some quick money.

This train is specially driven for journalists and pilgrims and watchers. This group of people must go to Longchuan no matter what train they take. Therefore, the operation experts of Songzuo Tel Electric made the price consistent with the second-class carriage, but made the locomotives have the worst third-class carriage, and did not provide better services, which would increase the cost.

When the reporters and all kinds of buzzers came out of the third-class carriage, they swayed all night, causing many people to sway on the solid ground of the platform, and their bodies were still shaking. They were all over the body from head to toe. They were like a can of smoked meat poured on the platform of Longchuan Railway Station. The smell of smoke was emitting piles of smoke. The haggard passengers were poured on the platform like dry bacon. Because they thought they were self-cultivated, they had to pretend to be decent, and they had to pretend to be a suit and bow tie full of smell, and combed the tar smell in their hair with a comb. They looked like a monkey train that drove out of Monkey Mountain.

The person who got off the bus looked up and saw seven or eight people wearing red ribbons passing through the exit, both young and old. Their ribbons said, "Jesus loves you", with a smile on their faces, and they also held gospel leaflets. This is because the station was short of staff, so they contacted the Presbyterian Church. The Christian volunteers they sent came here at this time recently to help the station evacuate guests and provide consulting services.

However, the guests who surrounded the volunteers asked two questions:

“How to get to Sany Square?”

“How to get to Trinity Center Church?”

So the seven or eight volunteers were like wooden men. They turned slightly and pointed their arms to the southeast direction and never put them down. If they looked at them from a high place, they would be like these neat and uniform people performing some kind of dance.

In addition to church volunteers, there were more than a dozen disabled beggars who were surrounded by travelers who looked like they were looking for money. These people were very disabled, either missing arms or having few legs. The lightest woman's five fingers were cut off from Zhang Qijie's textile factory. Letting these beggars come in and beg for money is the transaction conditions for the church and the railway station to cooperate with each other.

They are all poor people in the church. Although Protestantism does not approve of begging and despise begging extremely because it cannot work and glorify God. However, they are all so disabled and cannot work, so they have to rely on the church to give alms and beg for themselves. Because Liu Guojian, who wanted to turn Longchuan into a glass city, was deposed by the county elite. His rules forbidding beggars to enter various Western and storefront facilities to beg for begging have also become nonsense. The church hopes that the railway station can let several beggars come in to beg every day, and the railway station dare not offend the church. Moreover, they are not in vain to take advantage of it, and they also volunteer to evacuate and help passengers, so they agree.

So there is a group of beggars recognized by the Presbyterian Church in Longchuan Railway Station, and beggars are everywhere at the entrance of the railway station, which is very different from Longchuan under Liu Guojian's rule. Passengers who have been to Longchuan are often wondering: When did I get so poor when I wiped this top ten model small city? So many beggars?

Because it was an additional train between several important trains, and the only two trains were trains in Longchuan, the small train station Longchuan Station seemed extremely nervous, and staff flocked out and surrounded both sides of the train.

The train had just stopped for five minutes, and before the reporters in the car could stretch their bones that were bumpy and were about to fall apart, the station staff rushed into the carriages, not only pushing the customers out of the car, but also shouted with a ferocious look: "Get out quickly and get out quickly and clear people."

The reporters and the perverts were driven out of the car like smugglers. The station sanitation officer rushed into the car and used a broom to snatch the seats. Even if they had finished sweeping the floor, then closed the door of the car and opened the other side. The staff on the other side shouted: "It's time to get on the passengers after cleaning up."

The mechanical staff quickly changed the front of the train and hung another locomotive at the tail facing the capital.

Half an hour later, the boss stood on the platform and looked at the Huizhou tourists from Beijing who were moving their shoulders and necks, grinning at the platform. He looked down at the pocket watch in his hand, raised his head and shouted: "Longchuan sent to Beijing to "A Train" to Beijing to start checking customers."

However, the trains coming to Beijing are full, and there are two-thirds fewer trains returning to Beijing. Most of them are local people who have the opportunity to travel directly to Beijing or Huizhou. They are all old and young, and some are wearing scary but cheap suits and ties in the middle, unlike local reporters who follow.

There were also seven or eight people in this dressed up with the platform and rushed to the platform beside the train, holding an envelope in their hands, and yelling in each car:

"Whoever has anyone gone to the capital? Who can help bring this letter to the newspaper? As long as you receive it tomorrow, we will give you two cents of rewards."

"Who goes to Huizhou and get a letter to give you money and who is willing to earn some extra money?"

These people naturally think they have received amazing reports. For example, if Fan Linhui hangs his head but the rope is broken, the poor journalists who can make a big profit in the newspaper industry and double their year-end bonus. They are reluctant to send telegrams and despise the snail speed of the Imperial Letterhead Postal Service, so they invented this method: to take the press releases from tourists to Beijing or Huizhou, and they can receive them in one day, and let the newspaper give some remuneration to be considered a courier.

After these passengers who were shaken by the train all night came to Sany Street, everyone was excited. The pain and fatigue of riding all night was wiped out, because the entire county town was obviously holding a large temple fair or imported word "carnival" of an unprecedented scale.

The streets are crowded, unlike other cities. The roads of other cities are walking towards the sky. You always feel two traffic jams passing by on the streets, but the Longchuan River is different. There is a flow of water here, but there is a torrent without direction. People always stand no matter men, women, old and young, rich and poor, and chat in groups of three or three, and everyone is either happy or sad or angry.

The crowds of people on the street gathered together to discuss in a lively manner. Sometimes when police officers or militiamen holding batons to maintain order pass by a pile of people, they often prick their ears, and then they would lean over as if iron filings encountered magnets, and they would also saliva and guide the country.

It seemed like there was no one in Longchuan at work, and everyone was wandering on the streets, just like the entire county town entered the Spring Festival holiday in the hot summer, but there were no loud noises of firecrackers, and crowds and buzzing discussions everywhere.

There are also people working, with hawkers everywhere selling all kinds of snacks. After Liu Guojian's fall, his "Cleaning Act" was also used as a paper for wiping the butt by the public security bureau. Hawkers in various places, as long as they do not sell guns, ammunition, opium, you can do it. The most common type is selling all kinds of newspapers that you have never seen before, which are generally strange news produced by unscrupulous journalists, such as "Fan Linhui Hanging, God Broken the Rope", and "Zhang Qijie is the illegitimate son of the American rich man, so he is rich". Not to mention foreigners, locals have never heard of these news. Just read it once, don't believe it or not, because you don't have time to think about it, the content alone will shock you like a playful lyrics;

The central Sany Street of the county town is full of three steps and five steps. Everyone is talking happily. This wide and flat street built by Liu Guojian, which will not lose face even if placed in the capital, has now become a jungle. You can tell by looking at the carriages and rickshaws. They have to walk around the streets and beg or scold loudly to pass the streets and walk around the crowds and hear the crowds yelling: "Wait for good news from the Zhong family", "It's useless to have a god to help the party", "The odds of the business association are always high", "You are talking nonsense", "Do you want my lottery discount?"

The whole beautiful street was full of noisy keywords: "party", "business association", and "odds".

The place with the most crowded crowds is naturally the Longchuan Cai** store next to the post office. There are soldiers and sheriffs at the door to maintain order, but the Manchu Qing Dynasty house, which is sandwiched between the restaurant, hotel and the Western Building Post Office, is like a murder scene.

The outside of the Cai** store is crowded, but surprisingly, there are very few people buying Cai**. The store is empty, and only a few people come in to buy it. Most of the people are divided into two groups outside the door and discussing each other.

The owner of the store with unshaven bearded and messy hair was carrying his old brown besieged spear and wandered back and forth in the long and deep store, like a ranger. From time to time, he came out to support the door frame and shouted at the noisy crowd outside: "Hey, why don't you come to buy the lottery?"

Every time at this time, a group of people would laugh and shake the party lottery in their hands and shout: "Boss Fan, we are waiting for Zhong Jialiang to increase the price."

Another group of people were furious, and someone pointed at the other party and shouted: "Even if he increases the price, our odds will be high."

The other party must have retorted: "We have calculated it. Only if you can win the Bole Award can you earn odds, and we will definitely get all the odds in both rounds, and the odds are the same as you."

The other party also retorted: "Why can you win? We also chose **, isn't Zhong Jialiang rich? Why don't you dare to invest 100,000 yuan in unlicensed or rewarded money after two or three days?"

"Zhong Jialiang will not retreat, he has invested 100,000 yuan."

"Fuck, we also have a Christian hero. He will invest another 100,000 yuan, and that anti-opium hero may invest another 200,000 yuan."

The crowd quarreled with each other for a while, and then gathered together, and their own people started to talk about it. The brief anger and the long-term excitement were peaceful. It seemed that this kind of quarrel had happened many times at the entrance of the Color ** store, and the crowd was used to it.

The post office next to the Cai** store is also crowded. The post office specially brought out a few more tables for this good business, and lined up in the hall from the south end to the door for reporters to lie on it to write telegrams or letters, but it was still crowded. Many reporters who had no place to write articles would lie on the steps at the door and write articles with pencils, just like those poor children writing church school homework on the steps, and then threw them into the mailbox to send them to a certain area of ​​the Song Dynasty;

I am happy that old journalists with high level of Confucian education can write with a brush without pencil. This soft pen can be written by squatting on the ground. Therefore, there are people squatting on the ground and writing with small brushes everywhere on the floor in the post office. Unfortunately, the ink provided by the post office was stolen by some bastard, and they refused to provide it again. Therefore, if the people who use brushes do not have their own inkstones, they have to write while putting the pen into their mouths and moisten them, and write a heroic text with faint ink marks. Everyone's mouth is so dark.

The most central, lively and crowded thing is naturally Longchuan-Santi Square not far from the post office, where the Business Association and the Party fought head-on and sang the stage opera.

This place has become a temple fair.

There is a high platform on both sides of the square, with audiences gathering in the audience. In the middle are various snack stalls, candied haws, and small stalls of the beautiful pictorial, forming a natural dividing line, which faces the main entrance of the church that lies at the northern end of the square.

The church likes temple fairs the most, and can preach the gospel.

In the south section of the square, near Trinity Street, the Presbyterian Church and various other local churches were neatly dressed out. To the east was the missionary group of Elder Hou with the ribbon of "Jesus Love You" on his chest. Elder Hou bowed to others while distributing gospel leaflets; opposite was the Catholic elected church of Father Li Aiguang. He was dressed in a conspicuous Catholic priest, with the cross floating on his chest, and repeatedly shouting: "Lost Lambs, come to the Virgin."

However, Elder Hou's "business" seems to be better than the French old man Li Aiguang. He is surrounded by people, but judging from Elder Hou's helpless face and words, "good business" is sometimes not a good thing.

When you approach and listen to what Elder Hou said to the crowd, you will know how depressed he is:

"My friend, you have been baptized in Methodism. How can I baptize you again? We are not from the "Baptist" and whether the fasting prayer is effective in itself...it depends on whether your faith is in line with your request and God's will. How can we say that joining our Presbyterian Church and fasting prayer will be effective? Our God is not the God who makes you rich."

"Join our Presbyterian Church, welcome, but you can't say it now, I'll let you do it. We have a complete program from admiring fellow practitioners to brothers. We need you to listen to the sermons, you need to join the fellowship, and there is also a small exam, which takes half a year..."

"What? You fasted and prayed yesterday, but you lost again in the casino? You fasted and prayed to ask you to win in the casino? God, may the Lord bless you, this poor man. You are blaspheming God, don't"

"I will pray for you? I will pray that you will earn 10,000 silver dollars in business this year? Alas... Read the Bible carefully and come to us to listen to the sermons. Poor people, just pay money. What's the use of money? Come and ask Jesus to give you eternal true life."
Chapter completed!