As we walked forward, there were gradually more and more foreigners on the street.

There are handsome men wearing Western woolen coats and foreign hats, and from time to time there are scenes of blond foreign girls carrying baskets to buy groceries.

If you listen carefully, you will find that he is asking for the price in simple and broken Mandarin and using hand gestures, and he is also able to bargain. It is quite an interesting scene.

At the end of this street, there is a wide road, with Oriental rickshaws and horse-drawn carriages traveling on it at the same time.

As they shuttled between the poverty and wealth of this city, the noise there made Song Xiaoniu and the others subconsciously turn aside, and inadvertently saw shacks standing on the side of the road.

A little head emerged from one of the shacks.

There were a few chopped straws stuck in his hair, and his big curious eyes were spinning, staring at him and Danian.

When the little head saw Song Xiaoniu and the others staring at him with smiles, he subconsciously shrank in, causing Song Xiaoniu's smile to stop abruptly.

Could it be that the few pieces of flesh on his cheek scared the little guy in the shack?

"Brother, let's go and ignore these little brats." Gu Zhunian saw that his adopted brother was walking too slowly, so he hurriedly urged him.

"Yeah, let's go."

Song Xiaoniu also felt that this was a waste of time. He held his head high and followed the crowd towards the public concession.

First, what caught the eyes of the two brothers was a row of three-and-a-half-story Qing-style Western buildings.

The red and white walls and pointed top look very much like the Maria Church in Hangzhou.

It is hard to imagine that such a complex of buildings could coexist harmoniously with the low, dilapidated black tiles and yellow walls.

When you step into it, you will find that this extremely wide street is paved with gravel and clay, and there are grooves for carriages of different depths on the ground.

"Brother, the roads in this concession are not that good. They are not as solid as the roads we built." Gu Zhunian observed carefully and sighed.

"Yes, this lacks yellow sand mixed with lime mortar to make dough, and the gravel cannot bite tightly. It seems that this foreigner is still not as smart as our young master. He figured out the road construction method." Song Xiaoniu couldn't help but praise.

killed his own lord.

"In the future, when roads are built in other places, let the road construction team from our autonomous region come out to find work. To ensure that they are popular, we will use giant cylindrical stones to grind them, and the road surface will be smoother than this."

Gu Zhunian attended a private school for several years and was with Chen Tianhua. What he heard the most was the idea of ​​making money by exporting labor and technology in the future. He now also has a quite flexible economic mind.

Song Xiaoniu nodded appreciatively and continued walking forward.

There are three-story street-facing shops on both sides of the road, and there are neat and colorful signboards on the street.

The public concession in Wuhu was only opened to the public this year. It has a completely new look. However, in terms of site size and other aspects, it is far less large than the Gongchenqiao concession.

A brand new road outside surrounds this city within a country in a ring shape. In people's hearts, there are two worlds separated by just one step.

Crossing the main road and walking inside step by step, there were gradually more and more people around me.

The streets inside are not as wide as this main road. Most of them are narrow brick streets from the late Qing Dynasty. They are crowded with people and seem a bit inadequate.

"Keep up with the New Year, don't fall behind." Song Xiaoniu suddenly felt a little inexplicable pride, and he walked forward with his head held high.

Only then did Sheng Zhunian look away and come back to his senses. He tightened the small bag around his body, stared at the generous back of his sworn brother, and stepped forward with his head raised.

The concessions opened by foreigners are not that good. According to the plans of Meishan Town and Huaikan Town drawn by the young master, the streets built are wider than this one, and there are also buildings and shops with everything for food, clothing and clothing.

In the eyes of Song Xiaoniu and Gu Zhunian, this bustling street of several hundred meters suddenly became worthless, and there was no pressure to walk on it.

But for many people in the Qing Dynasty at this time, they were holding a breath in their chests and moving forward nervously.

"stop!"

As soon as he reached the corner of the street and was about to cross Stone Street to another street, Song Xiaoniu, who was walking in front, was stopped by a foreign policeman holding a baton.

Although Song Xiaoniu is not very educated, he often hangs out with Ian and other British people in the headquarters. He understands the meaning of daily English conversations, but he can't speak them.

He understood that the foreign policeman wanted him to stop.

Neither he nor Gu Zhunian panicked, they stopped and looked at the foreign policeman calmly.

"What ?do you want?" Gu Zhunian asked in English.

His language foundation is better than that of Song Xiaoniu, because he often joins the British experts in the escort headquarters, so he not only understands English, but can also converse casually.

The two of them glanced left and right and found that there were many Chinese people nearby, lying on the wall and being inspected by two other foreign policemen.

Among them were men and women, some decent people wearing leather robes and cheongsam, and some ordinary people wearing linen and cotton-padded jackets.

But they all have a thick black braid hanging on the back of their heads.

All these Chinese people are very honest, but Gu Zhunian can calmly raise questions.

The foreign policeman was tall, with a high nose and blue eyes, half a head taller than Song Xiaoniu, and was staring at them menacingly.

He was surprised that Gu Zhunian, who was wearing ordinary clothes, could speak English fluently. What was he wondering about?

But no matter how fierce their eyes were, the two Qing people in front of them still looked fearlessly.

"We need to check your IDs!"

The foreign policeman said to check their "passport", and Gu Zhunian understood that it meant a pass or identity document.

Song Xiaoniu only understood the word "Pass". He didn't waste any more words and nodded to Gu Zhunian. The two of them took out their personal identification documents and handed them over.

The foreign policeman checked it and then handed it over to another higher-ranking policeman behind him.

"what you name?"

Probably because he was not sure, or because he didn't understand the Chinese characters written on the ID, the higher-ranking policeman asked.

"Song Xiaoniu!"

"Gu Zhunian!"

"What are you doing in the concession?" the foreign policeman asked again.

Gu Zhunian met the questioning gaze and asked fearlessly: "Just strolling around, what, do you have any questions?"

People from the Qing Dynasty who are accustomed to nodding and bowing their heads and trembling with fear whenever asked, Gu Zhunian's answer is definitely unique and unexpected.

The high-ranking policeman was speechless for a moment. He checked his ID carefully again, looked back at the Qing man lying on the wall, and then looked at the two young people in front of him who were content and fearless. He couldn't help but wonder.

Confidence.

For a moment, the policeman seemed to be reluctant to hand back the two documents, and uttered a few simple words, "go go!"
Chapter completed!