Traveling through 1942 with space

"It's okay, I'll go find your Seventh Master and ask him to ask. He's a cautious person.

Besides, the people at Fan's Dental Clinic in Guanyin Hall don't know us. "Hou Yangmin now felt that he owed his nephew's family a lot, so he quickly suggested.

"Okay, uncle, here are two dollars. It's not good to ask someone without doing him a favor. Let Master Qi take care of it." Hou Xiaoge took out two dollars from his pocket and handed them to his uncle who stood up to look for someone.

"Uncle just took the money, let him pay for it! Otherwise I will feel uncomfortable." Hou Yangmin pushed the dollar in Hou Xiaoge's hand and turned away.

After about half an hour, Hou Xiaoge watched Qi Ye and the two young men leave the camp and knew that the matter had been entrusted to him.

"Heiwa, let's go quickly! The people at the train station are about to get off work." After returning, Hou Yangmin looked at the sky and urged.

"Look at my memory. I had so many things to do this afternoon that I forgot about it. Uncle, let's go quickly." Hou Xiaoge was stunned and hurriedly walked in front.

"Kid, do you have the things with you? If you leave in such a hurry, it will be bad if you get beaten up." Hou Yangmin followed behind and reminded in a low voice.

"Uncle, I carry it with me!" Hou Xiaoge patted his trouser pocket.

"That's it!"

When the two men hurriedly walked to the entrance of the train station, the ticket office had already been closed. Hou Yangmin became anxious and ran to the black man at the entrance of the train station to ask.

"Boss, is this train station closed?"

"I don't know what you refugees are thinking. Leave quickly and don't go near the station hall." A hot-tempered black-skinned military policeman pushed Hou Yangmin away and threatened him with a gun.

Hou Xiaoge was afraid that Hou Yangmin would be beaten for nothing, so he quickly stepped forward and grabbed his uncle.

"Boss, I'm sorry, my uncle was in a hurry and forgot. We have the note given by the ticket seller here." Hou Xiaoge handed over the note from his pocket directly, and also brought a pack of cigarettes.

"Get out of the way. You're a grown-up but you're not as good as a kid in dealing with things." Heipi took the note and cigarette, glanced at Hou Yangmin who was approaching, and scolded.

"The cop is good, go in! There is a door on the left after you go in, knock on the door." Heipi glanced at the cop to confirm and pointed to the passage behind him.

"Thank you, boss. Thank you, boss!" Hou Xiaoge hurriedly pulled his uncle away.

"Uncle, don't worry, the profit is dozens of times, the ticket seller must be waiting for us if he wants to make our money!

I will tell the ticket seller when we go in later that you just need to hold me back." Hou Xiaoge was afraid that his uncle would say something wrong, so he took precautions in advance.

"I was in a hurry just now. OK, I'll listen to you after we go in." Hou Yangmin's face turned red and he scratched his head embarrassedly.

After the father and son walked into the waiting hall, they saw a waiting hall similar to those in the 1960s and 1970s.

The middle and sides of the hall are filled with red benches with backrests, and there are rows of windows on the surrounding walls, with train route maps and train schedules arriving at each station hung on the windows.

At the innermost part are several gates, which are the entrances and exits to the station. Hanging on the wall above is a round clock about 30 to 40 centimeters in size, which currently displays the time as 6:15 p.m.

There were still more than a dozen people waiting for the bus in the waiting hall, and there was even a shop selling food inside.

At this time, the aroma of beef came towards him, and Hou Xiaoge felt his mouth watering. He hadn't eaten beef noodles for a long time, and it was so tempting.

However, business was of the utmost importance at this time, so the father and son quickly followed the black dog's instructions and came to the door of the train station staff's office.

After Hou Xiaoge knocked on the door, the father and son were called in by the staff inside.

After entering the door, it was similar to the offices of later units, with sofas and desks, and bookshelves against the wall. The ticket seller I met in the afternoon was sitting in front of the sofa drinking tea.

"I was wondering why you came just now. I thought you were playing a joke on me!" The ticket seller stood up and cursed angrily.

"Boss, please calm down. Something urgent happened this afternoon. I came here right after I finished it. I didn't dare to tease you." Looking at the embarrassed uncle, Hou Xiaoge hurried forward and bowed to apologize.

"Okay, now that you're here, do you have enough money?" The ticket seller calmed down when he saw Hou Xiaoge, a child, was so polite.

"The boss has brought it, but I dare to ask, we have many children in our family, can one seat accommodate two children?" Hou Xiaoge handed over the cigarette with a smile.

"What a big kid, you can't do that at your age.

You can only bring seven children under one meter with you on these thirteen train tickets. No more than that. That’s the rule.” The conductor took the cigarette and lit it.

"Okay, okay. Thank you, boss." Hou Xiaoge was naturally happy that there were six extra seats.

"You can read, right? Here are the train tickets. Take a look at them first. There are thirteen in total, and they cost one hundred and thirty dollars." The ticket seller didn't want to waste time talking and directly pushed the train tickets on the table to Hou Yangmin.

Hou Xiaoge could read, of course. He looked at the train ticket and saw that it was a third-class ticket from Luoyang (via Guanyin Hall) to Tongguan Station, and the fare was 15 yuan. (The French currency was devalued, so the specific price was written randomly.)

Looking at the train ticket prices, Hou Xiaoge complained in his heart.

Thirteen train tickets cost one hundred and ninety-five French francs, but they were asked to pay one hundred and thirty dollars. The price was simply outrageous, and that was for third-class tickets.

Train tickets in the Republic of China were divided into three classes. The first-class seats were covered with high-end carpets and high-end sofas, and were exclusively for politicians, experts, professors, and wealthy people.

The second-class sofas, like ordinary soft seats in later generations, belonged to small officials, small businessmen, and wealthy landlords.

The third class is the hard seat, which is for ordinary civilians.

However, third-class seats in those days were truly inferior seats. You were not even allowed to enter the waiting hall. After getting on the train, you were not allowed to enter the dining car either. Moreover, once you entered the carriage, you had to fight for a seat.

There is a serious famine in the Central Plains right now. Some time ago, Hou Xiaoge heard that there are fourth-class train tickets, which means one carriage, and you can just squeeze in.

After taking a look at the third-class seats, Hou Xiaoge set his sights on the second-class tickets under the conductor's block.

"Boss, to be honest, this price is not low. If it's a third-class seat, we can only buy it with dollars.

But I see you have second-class tickets on your table, give them to us!

I won't let the boss suffer a loss, so I'll exchange it with you for a small yellow croaker. Now the price of a small yellow croaker has skyrocketed to more than two hundred dollars in the market, and it will definitely go up in the future.

Boss, I can exchange one yellow croaker for thirteen train tickets to Tongguan, right? " Hou Xiaoge said, revealing the golden yellow croaker in his pocket.

However, while revealing the small yellow croaker, the other pistol on the waistband was also revealed, which was a warning.

The ticket seller didn't expect a poor guy like Hou Xiaoge to use gold to buy tickets. Being able to pay more than a hundred dollars to buy tickets was already a big profit.

But when he heard that Hou Xiaoge actually wanted to change to a second-class seat and showed his gold, a greedy and delighted smile immediately appeared on his face.

However, when the ticket seller saw the other gun on Hou Xiaoge's waistband, his heart skipped a beat, but he quickly concealed it.

"Sure, but second-class tickets are always in short supply, and I only have ten.

The remaining three can only be replaced with third-class tickets, but I can give you a note, and you can bring two more people in with third-class tickets as compensation." The conductor said with envy as he stared at the yellow croaker in Hou Xiaokou's pocket.