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

Li Zihang, who had been staying at home for several days, was really bored. After all, he had a 5-year-old body but a -year-old soul. He really couldn't play with the children in the yard.

My grandmother also studied in a private school. When she was free at home, she would teach me to read and write the Three Character Classic and the Rules for Being a Good Pupil and Child. My grandfather was also busy in his own restaurant every day. I have never been to my own restaurant since I merged my memories.

After breakfast that day, Li Zihang begged his grandfather to take him out for a walk. The old man looked at his pitiful grandson and agreed to take Li Zihang out.

The old man also gave instructions at this time: "My dear grandson! I can take you out to play, but you have to wait for me to arrange things in our shop before I can take you out to shop."

Sitting on the old man's 2-bar bicycle, holding the handlebars, I passed through the streets of Nanluoguxiang and stopped in front of a two-story wooden building on Gulou East Street.

There were three powerful and weathered characters written on the plaque: Songxialou.

Walking into the door, you will see several round tables, and on the left is a carved handrail staircase leading to the second floor. On the left is a bar counter against the wall more than 2 meters away from the staircase.

At this time, there was a shopkeeper at the bar wearing a dark blue jacket and a gray gown underneath. He quickly put down the account book in his hand when he saw the people coming. He walked up to Li Zihang and the other two and said, "Boss, Young Master Sun, good luck to you. The boss brought Young Master Sun to inspect the store today."

Mr. Li: Old Zhang, you are here to make fun of me so early in the morning. My little grandson fell off the rockery a few days ago and got his head broken. He was so bored at home that he asked me to take him out to play this morning.

At this time, Li Zihang also greeted Zhang the shopkeeper according to his memory: "Good morning, Grandpa Zhang".

The shopkeeper looked at Li Zihang, who had a buzz cut because of a head injury. He squatted down and looked him in the eye and said softly, "Young Master Sun is really getting more and more polite. But you have to be more careful when you play next time, just like this time. If you fall and get hurt, it hurts you too, and your grandparents will be worried too."

At this time, Mr. Li interrupted and said, "Mr. Zhang, why are you telling these things to the child? By the way, has the business in the store been going well these days?"

The shopkeeper stood up and said, "Sir! All the old friends in this shop are from our family. Just be at ease. Nothing will go wrong! Besides, since the master left, Sir! You are kind-hearted and opened this shop to take care of the old friends. You even gave them shares. This is our own business. How dare we not be attentive?"

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he brewed a pot of tea and placed it in front of the eight-immortals table made by Grandpa Li and Li Zihang.

Mr. Li: "That's good. Old Zhang, this is a new government and a new society! In the future, if the old rules can be changed, they should be changed and not made any more mistakes. Also! Let Fatty Wang continue to stew some bone soup. My little grandson needs to be nourished! He is as skinny as a little chicken. How come this kid doesn't gain weight even though he eats so much!"

After hearing this, the shopkeeper smiled and replied, "Master, don't worry, I will give orders for the bone soup. Young Master Sun doesn't look like anything is wrong. Besides, Young Master Sun doesn't look fat, but his body is not weak at all. Don't eat like Fatty Wang, that would be troublesome!"

After that, he handed the account book from the bar to Mr. Li. After taking a sip of tea, Mr. Li took the account book and said to Li Zihang, "My dear grandson, play by yourself for a while. I will take you out when grandpa is done with his work."

After listening to what his grandfather said, Li Zihang began to walk around the two-story hotel.

The upstairs is the private room, and the downstairs is the lobby. The two floors are roughly 2 square meters each. I thought to myself that I must be a second-generation rich man. No, I vaguely remember that from my great-grandfather's life, I must be a seventh-generation rich man.

Then we came to the backyard of the hotel. There were two rooms connected to the east and west of the main building, which were converted into kitchens and for washing vegetables and dishes.

The three northern rooms were converted into a warehouse. A door was left on the wall connecting the kitchen and the bar for serving dishes and announcing the names of dishes. A U-shaped veranda was also built in the yard for the convenience of delivering dishes with bowls in rainy and snowy days.

No matter where he went in the backyard kitchen, people who knew him would greet him. Those aunties would touch his little face and say hello to him with a smile.

The chef who prepared the ingredients would also feed him some of the roasted spices and marinade. Li Zihang, who had not yet digested his breakfast, was full again. Li Zihang thought that after all, he was too young to have a say. He could only accept it silently or say a polite greeting.

A quarter of an hour later, Mr. Li came to the backyard kitchen to look for Li Zihang. Seeing his grandson wandering around in the kitchen, he quickly called Li Zihang out.

"Grandson, stop playing and follow grandpa quickly. We have other things to do."

After hearing what his grandfather said, Li Zihang hurried to his grandfather, took his hand and went out.

When they reached the hotel lobby, the old man told the shopkeeper, "Mr. Zhang, close early tonight. I have something to announce. The guys from Liulichang and the tea shop will be here too."

The shopkeeper: "Master! I'm listening. Have fun with Master Sun."

Just as I walked out of the gate, I passed by a middle-aged man pulling a rickshaw, walking with a hunched back and staggering.

When the old man saw this man, he quickly called out: "Wen San".

The middle-aged man pulling the rickshaw heard someone calling him, stopped and looked at the old man. Then he happily trotted over with the rickshaw.

"Isn't this Master Li? Are you calling me over here to take a ride?"

The old man looked at Wen San and said, "Wen San! I'm going to hire your car today, just follow me."

After saying that, he took out a dollar from the pocket of his Zhongshan suit and handed it to Wen San.

In this parallel universe, the current RMB has not yet been officially issued, and the mainstream currency is still Yuan Datou, Yuan Xiaotou and legal tender copper coins.

However, during the entire Ming Dynasty, society was in turmoil, prices were unstable, and the income of ordinary people was low. In their daily lives, they did not use silver dollars, but copper coins.

During the Ming Dynasty, the government did not issue a copper coin. During the Qing Dynasty, the copper coin was no longer minted. A series of currency reforms led to inflation at the time. In order to stabilize the economy, each province began to mint a copper coin with a minimum denomination of 10 wen.

Later, each province minted 10-wen copper coins based on the 20-wen copper coins. Therefore, the 10-wen copper coins during the Ming Dynasty were commonly known as "xiaozi" and the 20-wen copper coins were commonly known as "dazi".

One dollar is enough for an ordinary family of three to live on for 10 days.

When he heard the name the old man called and saw Wen San, he was shocked again! Isn't this the protagonist of the TV series "The Smoke of War in the Four-Nine City" that he had watched in his previous life?

I wondered whether this parallel universe had integrated several TV series, or perhaps it had integrated all the TV series and movies from the same time period.

After receiving the ocean, Wen San hurriedly nodded and said, "Master Li, you are still as kind and generous as ever."

The old man didn't say anything. He just put me on the crossbar of the bicycle, got on the bike and asked Wen San to follow. Wen San ran side by side with the bicycle, chatting with me from time to time.

After stopping in front of a tea shop at another intersection of Gulou East Street, the old man carried him out of the car and said to the panting Wen San:

"Wen San, judging from your behavior, you must have skipped breakfast. So, why don't you go to the street stall to eat breakfast? Don't delay my work by pulling the cart. I'll pay for your meal."

After hearing what Mr. Li said, Wen Sanle couldn't close his mouth.

I gave the old man a thumbs up and said, "Sir! You are very magnanimous."

After that, he pulled the cart to the nearby braised pork stall. I followed my grandfather to Li's Tea Shop. The tea shop was not big, only 50 square meters. There was a shopkeeper and two assistants.

When the shop assistant saw the newcomers, he politely greeted the grandfather and his wife. Then Mr. Li went to talk to the tea shop owner, Xiao. I was bored, so I told my grandfather that I wanted to go to Wen San's place across the street to play. The old man called the assistant and asked him to take me there.