Du Qianxue next to her watched Zhang Xinghan stop and said in confusion: "What's wrong? Why don't you go into the city?"

"Oh, it's okay, let's go! Let's go into the city!" Zhang Xinghan said quickly.

"Yes!" Du Qianxue nodded happily, and finally arrived in Nanjing City. Du Qianxue was relieved and finally completed the task assigned to her on the top of the peak.

But when I thought about being separated from Zhang Xinghan, I felt a little uneasy in my heart.

Du Qianxue couldn't help but turn her head while walking and secretly looked at Zhang Xinghan, as if she wanted to look at him more before leaving.

At this moment, Zhang Xinghan suddenly stopped, turned his head and asked Du Qianxue, "By the way, I'm going to Nanjing soon. Have you explained how to settle me at the upper peak? Should I go to school first or where?"

"Ah!" Du Qianxue quickly turned her head, her cheeks so red that she didn't dare to look at Zhang Xinghan, for fear that he would find himself peeking at him.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Xinghan was thinking about what he would do next, so he didn't notice Du Qianxue peeking at him, but he saw her cheeks flushed and he was puzzled.

"No! Nothing!" Du Qianxue replied quickly, as if someone had discovered a little secret.

"What should I do next?" Zhang Xinghan asked again. After all, he was not familiar with the place here.

"Come with me!" Du Qianxue did not hold Zhang Xinghan's arm this time, but directly grabbed Zhang Xinghan's palm and held him forward. Indeed, Nanjing was already close, so there was no need for them to continue to disguise their husband and wife. However, in addition to being held by Du Qianxue's soft little hand, Zhang Xinghan also had a slight indescribable feeling, which made him, a man who only knew how to hold guns, depressed.

As the capital of the country at this time, the prosperity of Nanjing is still unquestionable. After entering the city, Du Qianxue pulled Zhang Xinghan and walked about hundreds of meters forward. Finally, she found a shop run by a large foreigner with a public telephone inside. Zhang Xinghan followed Zhang Xinghan into the shop in confusion.

Du Qianxue walked straight to a public telephone. Du Qianxue said something to the phone and actually called a taxi.

This surprised Zhang Xinghan. He didn't know that in fact, during the Republic of China during the 1930s, the taxi industry in Nanjing and Shanghai had already become quite large. There were forty or fifty taxi companies of all sizes in Nanjing alone. These taxi companies vary in size, with the largest number of more than one hundred cars, and the smallest ones were even two or three or four or five.

You should know that during the Republic of China, cars were still very expensive, and people who could afford to take a taxi were either rich or noble. Just like the telephones during the Republic of China, it was impossible for poor families to have telephones. Most large shops like this were opened by foreign merchants such as the United Kingdom, France, and of course they could afford to have telephones.

During the Republic of China period, if you want to take a taxi, you can naturally stop it on the street like later generations. If you want to take a taxi here, you have to make a call. Just like later generations, you have to make an appointment.

Du Qianxue, who is born in a golden branch and jade leaf, is not unfamiliar with taxis. Whether she was in Shanghai or later in Nanjing, she usually took a taxi whenever she traveled too far.

Of course, the money was paid by her famous adoptive father, otherwise her salary would not be enough to take a taxi once.

And this time, he was ordered to pick up and drop off Zhang Xinghan, and the organization gave her enough funds...

After making the phone call, the two walked out of the shop and waited for the arrival of the taxi at the door.

Zhang Xinghan couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Miss Du, where are you going to take me? You're also taking a taxi!"

"It's twenty or thirty miles away from the military academy. If we don't take a taxi, would we walk?" Du Qianxue asked playfully.

"Oh!" Zhang Xinghan was silent when he heard this. Indeed, the current Huangpu Military Academy is located on Jurong, which is Huangpu Road, Xuanwu District, in later generations. This is Xiaguan. The straight-line distance between the two places is at least not less than nine kilometers. If you really want to walk, you have to walk at least twenty-five miles. Zhang Xinghan still has this basic historical common sense.

The efficiency of taxis is still very fast. The two of them waited at the door of the shop for about ten minutes, and a Focusford, which is about 70% new, is speeding from the city.

These two Focus Ford cars are pitch black and are typical foreign goods, but the words "taxi" are printed on both sides of the body. The name of their company is also below.

Before Zhang Xinghan could see the small characters below carefully, the taxi door suddenly opened. A driver wearing ordinary Western-style work clothes and hat walked down, strode to Du Qianxue and Zhang Xinghan, and asked with a friendly attitude: "Miss, is it the car you called?"

"Yes!" Du Qianxue answered first, nodded and then said skillfully: "Let's go to the first district (Xuanwu District, in the 22nd year of the Republic of China, the National Government classified Nanjing into eight administrative districts, and Xuanwu District was the first district)"

"Okay! Please get on the handlebars with me!" the driver asked with stern hands.

After getting into the taxi, Du Qianxue and Zhang Xinghan sat in the back row, as the car slowly drove into the bustling urban streets. Looking at the bustling scenes on both sides of the street, the endless crowds of people, thinking of the outbreak of the full-scale war of resistance four years later and the Nanjing Massacre, Zhang Xinghan felt a little painful in his heart. He now made up his mind that as long as he did not die, the tragedy of the Nanjing Massacre would not happen again! It would definitely not be.

Soon, the taxi drove to the first zone (Xuanwu District). The taxi of this era is far from being comfortable and speed compared to those of later generations, but it is better than nothing, and it is much faster than walking.

Before getting off the bus, Du Qianxue naturally paid the fare, but the careful Zhang Xinghan found that when Du Qianxue gave the fare again, it seemed that he had given at least ten percent more.

After getting off the car, Zhang Xinghan asked in confusion: "Why did you give that driver so much money just now? It seems that you gave it more?"

"No! The more you give is wine! Now everyone who takes a taxi gives it," Du Qianxue explained.

"Wine stock?" Zhang Xinghan obviously didn't understand what this wine stock meant.

"It's just to give the driver some money to drink! To put it bluntly, it's a reward. What we give is very little. The amount given by rich people is enough for these taxi drivers to pay a year!" Du Qianxue explained patiently.

Now Zhang Xinghan understood that the so-called wine money is a tip from later generations. It seems that this is a bad precedent for consumers, someone opened it seventy or eighty years ago.

Fortunately, I didn’t have to tip the taxi in later generations, but those who no longer care about their own affairs.

After getting off the taxi, Zhang Xinghan found that Du Qianxue did not take him to the military academy to register, but came to a rather luxurious villa.

When he arrived at the gate, Du Qianxue shouted inside as if she had arrived at her own home: "Ma Zhang!"

"Ah!" After a moment, a quick and joyful response came from inside.

I saw a middle-aged woman in her forties walking out quickly and said happily: "Miss, are you back?"

Zhang Xinghan pulled Du Qianxue and asked, "Who are you? Where is this?"

"I am Du Qianxue! This is my home!" Du Qianxue replied calmly.

At this time, the woman named Zhang Ma had already opened the door and walked out. When she saw Zhang Xinghan, a strange man, she asked in confusion: "Miss, who is this gentleman?"

"This is Mr. Zhang, he is my friend!" Du Qianxue replied with a smile.

"Oh!" Zhang's mother looked up and down at Zhang Xinghan. This person was dressed up properly and had thick eyebrows and big eyes, not like a bad person.

He immediately said, "Miss, Mr. Zhang, come in and talk!"

In this way, Zhang Xinghan followed Du Qianxue into her house in a daze. Zhang Xinghan was distant at this time and had no relatives in life. He could only choose to believe Du Qianxue, so he could only take one step at a time. Moreover, he believed that Du Qianxue would not be unfavorable to him, otherwise he would not have to wait to Nanjing. She could do anything to herself on the way south.
Chapter completed!