Siheyuan: I am a big capitalist after the founding of the People's Republic of China

In the first month of 1952, the Li family was crowded with guests, some coming to pay New Year's greetings, some giving gifts, and some visiting relatives and friends. The door of the Li family was almost trampled flat. There were government officials, friends of the old man, clerks and shopkeepers in his own business, and some of the old man's business partners. Anyway, from the first to the tenth day of the first month, the guests never stopped coming.

Fifteen days after the Lunar New Year, Uncle Qi started to get busy and was often not seen for several days. Every time we met, he would discuss building a school and a breeding farm in the village with the old man. Anyway, he never stopped.

Li Zihang sometimes wanted to find his uncle and ask him to go out for a walk with him, but seeing that he didn't have time, he didn't ask.

The winter vacation ended and the first semester started. Li Zihang and Xiao Yushui started their three-point-two-line life again: home, school, and learning foreign languages ​​with their grandfather.

In a blink of an eye, spring has arrived and the weather has become warmer. The decoration team has also started to renovate the two rooms in the inner courtyard where Uncle Qi lives.

The equipment for Li Zihang's photo studio was also complete, and a photography and photo-developing studio was decorated for him.

During the Chinese New Year, villagers came to visit and stay overnight, but there was no place for them to stay. They were all arranged to stay somewhere else. This also inspired the old man to renovate the empty room in the backyard into a guest room.

The incongruous hanging flower gate of his own house was also rebuilt into a Guangliang gate. During the Chinese New Year, the old man's friends often teased him about their own gates.

He was so angry that if anyone dared to tell the old man about the gate, he would immediately turn his disdainful face to them.

Grandma even complained about this to Grandpa. She said that it was normal for a decent person to wear his underpants outside his pants to show off. Li Zihang listened to what his grandma said and really wanted to refute her. In the future, there will be a superman in the United States who likes to wear his red underpants outside and walk around the world.

In early spring, an old man was beaten again. Same place, same scene, but this time he was slapped several times. The five finger marks on his face took several days to disappear.

Li Zihang's family knew the truth. The people in the yard persuaded the old man not to go to that place to buy things in the future. They said that he was in conflict with that place. He was beaten twice in the same place. This made Yi Zhonghai doubt himself.

As summer began, the weather in Sijiu City began to heat up. The situation in the northern peninsula became clearer and clearer. Many wounded soldiers were arranged to retire due to their injuries. Sijiu City also welcomed the return of heroes.

But at that time, the country was still very poor and hard-pressed. There was no way to properly arrange for these heroes. In addition, most of them were disabled. Many positions could not work normally. They could only receive subsidized wages to support their families. Their lives were extremely poor and difficult.

In his previous life, Li Zihang had only seen these things in some movies, TV dramas, and literature. He didn't have much feeling about them. But these scenes really happened around him. They deeply touched his heart.

Li Zihang felt that his family should do something for these heroes and not let them shed blood and tears. Whatever they can do is good. So that afternoon, after returning from studying foreign languages ​​at Grandpa Gan's house, the family sat at the dining table and Li Zihang talked about this.

Li Zihang: "Grandpa, have you seen the combat heroes returning from the Northern Peninsula recently?"

The old man suddenly heard his grandson talking about this topic, and his expression became serious: "Why! What do you want to say?"

Li Zihang: "Grandpa, do you know? I have several classmates whose fathers participated in the Northern Peninsula War. Some came back, and some will never come back."

"The heroes who came back are all disabled. They live on the meager subsidies. The better ones have been arranged to be gatekeepers. The less fortunate ones can only wait for the government's arrangements at home. But their families, young and old, have to make a living too."

"The whole family ate steamed bread and shared a plate of pickled vegetables. Even so, they were still not full. Their clothes were full of patches. The father wore them, then the son, and then the older one, then the younger one. A piece of clothing was like a family heirloom, passed down through three generations. Some shoes had big toes that were broken. They also had to be patched up for another three years."

"Grandpa, I'm telling you the truth. Ever since I saw the lives of these heroes, every time I eat at home, I don't feel happy. All I can think of are those heroes, the whole family eating steamed bread and pickled vegetables."

"Grandpa, I think we should do something for the families of these heroes and martyrs. Recently, I have seen their poor lives, and I feel sad and depressed."

The whole family listened to Li Zihang's story, put down their bowls and chopsticks, and looked at him with heavy hearts.

The old man now treated his grandson as an adult. He said in a heavy tone, "Grandson, I am very pleased that you can say these words. Do you have any idea of ​​what you want me to do?"

Li Zihang calmed down and said, "I have been thinking about it day and night for more than a month. I do have some ideas."

Old man: "Tell me about it."

Li Zihang: "First, build a factory and recruit those heroes and their families who are in financial difficulties. Second, recruit more heroes for unimportant positions in our family and work within their capabilities."

The old man looked at his grandson and said, "The second point is easy. What do you think about building a factory? We can't just build a factory whenever we want. Don't let a good thing turn into a bad one. It doesn't matter if our family loses a little, but it will be troublesome if we drag them down in the future."

Li Zihang: "I have some ideas about building a factory. They all retired due to injuries. Let's build some light industry factories. They can do the work."

"For example, the chalk factory. As far as I know, many school teachers still use stone chalk to write on the blackboard. We can buy equipment, build a factory, and train them."

"People who have lost their legs, can't they work in a wheelchair? Can't those who work physically be recruited from the families of martyrs who are strong and healthy? Can't people who have lost an arm or a hand work? I think those heroes who have lost an arm are not necessarily worse at work than ordinary people. Whether it's their will or their ability to obey management, they are much stronger than ordinary people."

"After the chalk is out, we will let the government come forward and sell it to schools across the country at a low price. As long as we make sure we don't lose money, it doesn't matter if we make a little profit. Then we can build factories all over the country."

"Also, for books, test papers, and textbooks, we can work with the Ministry of Education to build a printing factory and arrange people in the same way. Then we can open a bookstore in every city, and these student test papers and textbooks can be sold to each school in a designated manner."

"There are also cigarette factories. I saw a report from the Japanese that they can directly use waste newspapers and lead to make paper and pencils. Eraser factories, match factories, candle factories, toothpick factories. We can all follow this model."

"And like the farm in our village, I don't believe they can't even pick up an egg or feed the chickens!"

"Now that the factory is built, we will need security personnel. We can recruit adult males from the families of martyrs. Then let the heroes who have fought in the battlefield train them. This way, we can arrange for a large number of disabled heroes and families of martyrs."

After listening to what his grandson said, the old man began to truly treat Li Zihang as an adult and do business with him.

Old man: "Have you ever thought about how to manage it?"

Li Zihang: "It's the same model as building a factory in the village. The government provides the land, our family provides the money, and the army provides the personnel and the list."

The old man: "Please tell me more carefully"

Li Zihang: "The government provides the land and our family provides the money. This is self-explanatory. The army provides the personnel and the list. That is, the army will give the government the list of disabled people, combat heroes and families of martyrs in need."

"The government came forward to review and verify, and to coordinate with local government officials. This included selecting a site and designating all schools to purchase the factory's products. Our family only manages the factory and does not participate in recruiting personnel. The government is also responsible for supervising the factory, but does not participate in direct management."

"Another point is that the quality of the products produced by our factory is at least acceptable, but the price must be lower than the products on the market. It doesn't matter if we make less money, as long as we make sure we don't lose money. On the one hand, these products can be afforded by students' families and people at the bottom of society, reducing their pressure. On the other hand, we can better arrange for retired soldiers and families in difficulty who have difficulties in life."

"Another point is that the recruitment process should also start with disabled soldiers being given priority, followed by their families, and finally families in financial difficulty."

The old man looked at his grandson who was talking so eloquently that he had an illusion that the person sitting next to him was not an eight-year-old child, but an adult with very mature political thoughts.

Uncle Seven looked at Li Zihang in surprise and disbelief, as if he didn't know him.

Grandma was even more surprised and asked Li Zihang how he came up with these ideas.

Li Zihang also explained: "Grandma, you don't know, ever since I saw their difficult life and misery, I feel very depressed every day. I can't even sleep well. I think about it day and night, and follow what I learned from grandpa. Only then did I perfect these ideas. I just want to make myself feel better and sleep well."

When the grandmother heard what her grandson said, she sighed, "Old man, our family is about to produce a saint. Smoke is coming out of the head tomb of the old Li family."...