It was not until the fog that came from the Yangtze River faded lazily that the warm sunshine shone again in Jinling City.

As a city and a beautiful hometown, Nanjing has the smoke and water of the Six Dynasties, the Jiangnan Gongyuan, and the Jiadi Lianyun, the Qinhuai style. Its magnificent and prosperous place is the best in the southeast; its literary talent is elegant and elegant, and it is in the country.

But those are a bit far away from ordinary people. The truly bustling and urban atmosphere are located in the area of ​​Bell and Drum Tower in North City.

Every decent city in the Ming Dynasty had bells and drum towers. In order to allow the people of the whole city to clearly hear the morning bells and evening drums, the bells and drum towers were naturally built in the center of the city, and Nanjing City was no exception.

At this moment, Zhao Hao was standing among the two tall buildings standing next to each other, looking dazed and shocked.

He studied in Nanjing in his previous life and passed by here countless times. Now, he has traveled through four hundred years and is back here again. Looking at the familiar tall red city, how can he not have a trance in another lifetime?

Four hundred years later, there is only a lonely drum tower left here, and the bell tower that is no longer there. Moreover, the Qing Dynasty drum tower rebuilt on the Ming Dynasty city tower is far from comparable to the magnificent and majestic great building in front of you.

At that time, he felt that the small pavilion on the platform was very incompatible with the huge city tower under his feet. It was not until now that he saw the tower that was more than ten feet tall, seven-room wide, covering the entire base, standing in front of him like the Lingxiao Palace, and the bell tower like the Gemini Tower on the side, that he suddenly realized.

"It should have been like this, it should have been..."

Zhao Hao muttered silently for many times before he reluctantly withdrew his gaze at Zhao Shouzheng's urging.

When he turned around, a wide square paved with bluestone came into his eyes. Although it was February and the spring cold was not over, there were already many literati and tourists from all over the square, coming to pay attention to the majestic and spectacular bell and drum tower.

In the square, there were many vendors carrying loads and selling all kinds of food items. Before the father and son could eat breakfast, they bought two crispy cakes and walked forward while eating.

At the end of Gulou Square are several bustling streets six or seven meters wide, leading to all directions of Nanjing City.

Zhao Shouzheng yawned while chewing sesame cakes.

Yesterday, after the father and son separated from their family, they found an inn to stay in. Because they were short of money, they could not afford to live in a single room, so they had to spend the night in Datongpu.

But this pair of pampered father and son obviously overestimated their ability to withstand them. In the airtight bed, twenty people slept in the airtight shop. The continuous snoring sounds like thunder made people unable to open their eyes, making the father and son sleep all night.

Before dawn, the two of them fled from the inn and decided to find a place to stay today and settle down first.

The south of the city where they lived was where high-ranking officials lived, and the cost of renting a house was too high. The father and son walked through the streets and alleys, heading north for nearly two hours. The two of them had their legs weak and hungry, and then they arrived at the Bell and Drum Tower.

"This Nanjing City is too big..." Zhao Shouzheng felt that his legs were filled with lead, and every step was a torture.

"How many years have my father lived in Nanjing?" Zhao Hao looked at Zhao Shouzheng strangely, thinking that this shouldn't be my line?

He is now a fifteen-year-old boy and is in good physical strength. Unfortunately, Xiao Zhaohao has a meal and a clothes all day long, and he lacks exercise, so he is also exhausted.

"Seven years have been strange since the 38th year of Jiajing." Zhao Shouzheng calculated his fingers and couldn't help but sigh again: "Remembering the past, the calmness of the imperial capital, Ranran's seven years are like his dream..."

Zhao Hao rolled his eyes secretly and said, "It's been seven years, don't you know how big Nanjing is?"

"In the past, when I went out to take a boat and took a sedan chair, how could I measure it with my feet?" Zhao Shouzheng smiled bitterly and said, "The Imperial College is actually not far from the east. I feel like I'll be here after reading a few pages of books."

"Okay..." Zhao Hao was unable to complain about Mr. Zhao, and finished eating the cake in his hand, sucking the residue on his fingertips, and said unsatisfiedly: "Let's rent a house near the Imperial College."

"Great kindness." Zhao Shouzheng nodded and said repeatedly: "If you leave like this every day, you will die for your father."

While talking, the two left the square and went to Baotai Street leading to the Imperial College.

Baotai Street is bustling with cars, horses and pedestrians shoulder to shoulder, and there are many dazzling signs and advertisements. In addition to countless teahouses and restaurants, there are also gold and silver shops, south goods stores, pharmacies, bathrooms, silk shops, livestock shops, grain, oil and grain shops, etc., countless.

Zhao Hao was squeezed by the passengers who were passing by, and his ears were filled with noisy hawking, shouting, and speaking, which made him feel a lot of pain as he was visiting the bustling commercial streets of later generations.

Zhao Shouzheng told him that in terms of prosperity, Baotai Street cannot rank among the top ten in Nanjing...

Zhao Hao was stunned when he heard this and made a secret decision. If the time was right, he would definitely visit the whole city and appreciate the prosperity of Nanjing City. What kind of situation was it?

However, the most urgent task is to find a place to live quickly.

While talking, the father and son stood in front of a store with the "Jingji Real Estate Dental Store".

As soon as you gain a foothold, you will immediately have a passionate plan to greet you.

"Customer, please come in and have all kinds of real estate in the store, Bao Jun is satisfied."

Zhao Shouzheng looked at his son. Zhao Hao was not familiar with the situation yet, so he naturally focused on Zhao Shouzheng.

Zhao Shouzheng nodded, and the guy welcomed the two into the store with a smile on his face.

The store inside is not big, with only a few cabinets filled with literary deeds, and three or four long tables.

The guy picked up an empty table and asked the two of them to sit down, and then served tea again.

Then an old agent in his forties came over, bowed to Zhao Shouzheng first, sat down and asked:

"Dare you ask the customer, is it a property purchase or a house rental?"

"Rent a house." Zhao Shouzheng responded. Although he was in trouble, he was still accustomed to maintaining the reserve of cherishing words in front of the working people.

"The appearance and demeanor of the spectator should be the husband of the Imperial College?" The old agent could see at a glance that Zhao Shouzheng was a nerd. The nearby Nanjing Imperial College is the place where nerds gather in the world.

However, in daily life, the people of Jinling will not specifically call the word "Nanjing" in Nanjing, but will instead call the yamen of the capital "Beijing".

"Not bad." Zhao Shouzheng nodded.

"I must want to rent a convenient residence for prison." The old agent picked up a stack of house slips and looked at the father and son's outfits while looking through them. He saw that they were wearing well-tailed silk robes, but they were not clean and looked like they had not washed for some days.

"It's extreme."

"What do you think about this place?" The old agent was confused. The father and son either came here for a long distance, or suddenly experienced a huge change in their home. Of course, he was too high or too low, and recommended a three-min house adjacent to the Imperial College, located on Chengxian Street to Zhao Shouzheng.

"Not bad." Zhao Shouzheng looked at the house list, the detailed introduction of the house, and the recommendation of the tooth shop "to be quiet in the midst of the noise and furniture are new", and he nodded with satisfaction. "I'll decide this."

"Okay, my husband is really happy!" The old agent was in awe.

"How much does a monthly rent cost?" Zhao Hao asked helplessly.

"The annual payment of 120 taels is given, and there is another 20 taels of deposit."

"Hiss..." After hearing the old agent's answer, the father and son gasped together and sold them, but they couldn't afford to rent such an expensive house.
Chapter completed!