Time Travel: Female Cannon Fodder of the Republic of China

Ai Shutong counted out five small silver coins and handed them to him.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll report you to the police station."

Although I really want to change a rickshaw, I am afraid that the other one will have the same character and I will have to negotiate it all over again.

After paying the money, the driver drove away without saying a word.

After about half an hour, we arrived at the Yangtze Hotel.

Ai Shutong felt that she was being ripped off again. This distance is only three kilometers in Beijing. Nanjing is not even an administrative center yet. Why is it more expensive than Beijing?!

This black-hearted driver must have cheated me.

After getting off the car, Ai Shutong glared at him fiercely, and without waiting for the driver to react, she ran into the hotel quickly.

She had to hurry up, she was afraid the driver would hit her...

After entering the restaurant, Ai Shutong went straight to the counter and spoke in English.

I got the room card very quickly.

As soon as she saw the two Indian waiters standing at the door, she knew that the restaurant was run by the British.

There's no way, in a store like this, English works better than Chinese.

In order to avoid more trouble, it is better to speak English.

He entered the room and bolted the door.

Ai Shutong went into the bathroom.

She first had a comfortable outflow, and only then did she feel alive again.

There are no seat numbers on the train tickets. Second-class tickets are more expensive, so there shouldn't be many people without seats.

But I couldn’t resist the attack from the man who occupied my seat!

She saw several muscular men lying on the seats without any courtesy, with each man occupying an entire row of seats.

Some people put their luggage on the seats, and some people twisted their bodies so that one butt and one thigh occupied the seat for two people...

Unless there is a fight, the staff will not intervene.

In order not to lose the seat under her buttocks, she almost suffocated to death in the car. This experience can really be called torture...

After relaxing, Ai Shutong prepared to wash her face and feel refreshed.

When I looked up, oh my god! Who is this person?

It's so scary!!!

She saw in the mirror a crazy woman with messy hair, a dark face, several black lines like oil stains on both sides of her nose, and her facial features could not be seen at all!

She finally understood why she was always discriminated against. At first glance, she didn't look like a normal person...

"It doesn't matter. They don't know me, I don't know them, and I won't see them again."

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, I felt better after mumbling to myself.

She put the dress in the bag into the space, took out two sets of clean clothes from the space and put them in the bag.

He took out two more dollars and went downstairs.

She didn't eat in the restaurant, but just strolled out.

When she came, the rickshaw took her through three streets, and she noticed that there were shops selling duck blood vermicelli soup on every street.

Then the duck blood vermicelli soup must be the specialty here, so she decided to try it.

As she walked, she saw one and walked in without hesitation.

"Boss, give me a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup."

Boss: "Okay! Do you want to add tofu fruit, braised egg and duck tongue?"

Ai Shutong didn't know if she could finish it, so she asked directly: "If I don't add it, will I be full?"

Boss: "My portion is huge. Even a little girl like you can eat it full without adding any extra ingredients!"

Ai Shutong nodded, "Then I won't add it."

After a while, the boss brought her a bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup.

Ai Shutong took a look at the quantity and felt that the boss had exaggerated a bit. This bowl is more than one size smaller than the Beijing noodle bowl!

She raised her arm and shouted, "Boss, add a serving of tofu fruit, braised egg and duck tongue."

Boss: “Okay!”

In the end, Ai Shutong spent 1.5 cents and ate until her stomach was full before returning to the Yangtze Hotel.

After returning to the room, she didn't even change her clothes, but just lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep!

November 13th, sunny.

After resting for two days at the Yangtze Hotel, Ai Shutong finally regained her energy.

These past two days, when she went out to eat, she secretly found an empty alley and took out a lot of luggage from the space.

She packed two large bags, mainly clothes and shoes.

I carried it downstairs, checked out of the hotel, hailed a rickshaw and headed straight to Nanjing University.

The rickshaw took her all the way to the university gate. She got off the rickshaw with two large bags, grunted, paid the fare, and went straight into the school.

As soon as I entered the school, my eyes were overwhelmed. It was such a hodgepodge.

There were male students with watermelon-shaped shawls moving tables and chairs, and there were male students in suits and neatly short hair holding books and saying something passionately.

The last time Teacher Shen took her to Peking University was on a Sunday. She didn't see many students. She hadn't noticed that all the people active in the university were boys. Why were there no girls?

She walked and looked around, and soon she was stopped by two boys in suits, "Classmate, let us help you get your things!"

Ai Shutong directly handed a bag to each person, "Thank you, classmates. I want to go find Professor Ye Menghe. Please show me the way!"

The square-faced male student was surprised and asked, "Are you a student from the Polytechnic Institute?"

Ai Shutong replied without any timidity: "Yes, I like both physics and chemistry."

The round-faced male student gave her a thumbs up and said, "You are really as capable as any man. Professor Ye is famous for being strict with his students. I wish you can graduate soon!"

Ai Shutong nodded, "Thank you, let's go!"

She deliberately lagged behind the two men by half a step, chatting with them while following them.

About twenty minutes later, we arrived at a three-story building.

The square-faced male student looked at Ai Shutong hesitantly and said, "Classmate, why don't you go up by yourself!"

Ai Shutong: "Hey? As the saying goes, send the Buddha to the west, I am just a little short of it, please send me up!"

The round-faced male student suddenly laughed and said, "Guangren is afraid of meeting Professor Wen, right? Haha..."

Ai Shutong looked at the two of them in confusion.

The male classmate called Guangren touched his nose embarrassedly.

"Li Zijie, stop laughing or I'll beat you up!"

Li Zijie stretched out his left hand and snatched the bag from Guangren's hand. "Classmate, I'll take you upstairs. Let Li Zijie wait downstairs!"

Guangren said stubbornly: "I don't have to wait for you."

Li Zijie ran into the building without looking back, "Then find someone else to help you revise your paper!"

Guangren suddenly became quiet.

Ai Shutong nodded to thank him, then took a few quick steps to catch up with Li Zijie.

The entire third floor is Ye Menghe's territory, where he teaches students, does experiments, reads books, and entertains guests.

He was a PhD student studying in the UK, and of course he wanted to serve his motherland when he returned, but he had no money to build a factory, let alone a laboratory.

At this time, two like-minded friends came to him and said they wanted to start a factory with him, and he participated very actively.

But when the funds were raised and they were about to start building the factory, the two friends disappeared.