Jiang Dayanganer
by Jiang Yigao
About This Novel
In the late 1920s, the ancient town of Ciqikou relied on convenient water transportation to become the largest distribution center for materials in the lower reaches of the Jialing River; merchants gathered in the town, and there were many shops. It was extremely prosperous. This afternoon in summer, the Jialing River floods surged, rapids rolled on the river, and turbid waves surged into the sky. It was the eighth day of July when there was a market (market), and villagers from dozens of miles around came to attend the market; the four streets of the ancient town were crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, and the sounds of hawking and bargaining were endless. Until noon, the noise in the market continued unabated. After noon, two men burping from wine walked out of Chenji Heshui Douhua Restaurant on Jinbi Zheng Street. The two squeezed out of the bustling street, went straight to the pier, and stepped onto a cypress boat docked on the riverside. There were more than a dozen barrels of foreign oil on the small boat, and the hull was heavy.
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