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

After standing and watching for half an hour, Li Zihang felt bored and pulled Wen San out of the crowd.

Wen San, who had left the crowd, said with a pale face, "Young Master, let me tell you. There is nothing good about this execution."

Li Zihang was not really affected. He was far away and short. Most people could only hear a bang and then the person being shot fell to the ground. Not even a drop of blood could be seen. Unlike Wen San, he saw every detail clearly.

Li Zihang raised his hand, looked at his watch and said, "Uncle Wen, it's still early. Take me to the overpass for a walk."

Wen San: "That's great, I can go to Tianqiao to watch a play and help digest my food."

Suddenly, Wen San thought of something and said with a bitter face, "Master, you know me. I don't have much money on me. Please spend slowly. Don't lose face later."

Li Zihang looked at Wen San and said unhappily, "Uncle Wen, I have money and I won't let you pay for it."

When Wen San heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "Young Master, you misunderstood me. I really don't have any spare money. It's not that I'm reluctant to pay for you."

Li Zihang quickly interrupted Wen San and said, "Alright, Uncle Wen, let's go. This Caishikou is quite a distance from the overpass. Let's not dawdle any longer."

Wen San: "Come on, young master, please sit down, we will start now."

Wen San hummed a little tune while riding his bike along the way: "The peach leaves are pointed.

Willow leaves cover the sky

In his position, this Ming Agong

Listen carefully to what I have to say..."

We arrived at the overpass listening to the tune Wen San hummed along the way.

The overpass is still as lively as ever, as if it is always prosperous at any time.

There was a crowd of people in the corner of the overpass. Li Zihang went in curiously and found a group of young boys performing monkey tricks. They jumped up and down, did somersaults, and piled up like human pyramids.

However, an accident occurred when they were stacking the Arhats. When the fourth layer was stacked, a child at the bottom could not support it and the Arhat collapsed.

After the acrobatics, the audience cheered. But when it came to the real show, not many people paid.

An old man with a gray beard and a copper plate went up to the audience one by one to receive the reward.

But there are many people who just want to join in the fun, but few who pay money.

Someone who was curious said, "You haven't learned this shitty thing yet, and you're still embarrassing yourself. And you still want to receive the reward. Go home and rest."

The monkey show manager clasped his fists and bowed, saying, "Gentlemen, those who have money can support us with money, and those who don't can support us with their presence. It all depends on your willingness. These kids haven't practiced well, so we'll go back and continue practicing. If they bother you, just treat them like shit and let them go."

At this time, someone felt bad and came to the rescue: "That's right, if you have money, pay it up, if you don't have money, just shut up. Where did this stuff come from, and you were exposed. I just can't stand these freeloaders. You don't have money but still act like a big shot." After saying that, the man took out another 10,000 yuan bill and threw it in front of the person who was going to receive the reward.

The busybody just now was immediately displeased when he heard this. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to fight with the person who insulted him.

The scene was in chaos. Some tried to stop the fight, some watched, and some even started to make trouble. Some were even more malicious and started to tell the fighting people what to do.

Wen San saw the situation and was afraid that someone would hurt Li Zihang, so he immediately picked him up and ran to the side to watch the fun.

More and more people gathered to watch the fun, and it took a long time for the overpass police to come over blowing their whistles.

It didn't matter whether they were there to join in the fun or to fight. When they heard the police whistle, all the birds and animals scattered and fled in all directions.

Soon, only a group of monkey performers were left. The police saw that the crowd had dispersed and no one was injured. They just said a few words and left. This kind of thing happens almost every day on the overpass. As long as nothing goes wrong and the troublemakers are not caught on the spot, the police are too lazy to bother arresting people.

Li Zihang then signaled Wen San to put him down. He came to the old man who was collecting rewards for the monkey show. He looked at a group of children who were not much older than him, who were enduring pain that they should not have to endure at this age in order to make a living.

He opened his schoolbag, took out the money from the inner compartment, and took out 50,000 yuan. He gave it as a reward.

Li Zihang suddenly remembered a movie he had watched in his previous life, Farewell My Concubine. It was also a story about a group of children singing operas to make a living. His heart was filled with compassion again.

The old man took the money and thanked Li Zihang. Seeing that Li Zihang was so generous at such a young age, dressed in extraordinary clothes, and had a follower, he asked Li Zihang, who frowned, "Young master, do you have anything else to do?"

The circus troupe that had been in trouble just now passed by and was also preparing to pack up and go back.

Li Zihang did not answer the old man, but stood there watching the group of children performing monkey shows. If you were closer, you could hear their stomachs growling with hunger.

Li Zihang said to the old man, "My dear old man, I would like to invite your troupe to dinner. Is that okay with you?"

The old man asked in disbelief: "Young Master, what are you doing?"

A group of children nearby, when they heard Li Zihang say that he wanted to treat them to a meal, immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at their leader eagerly.

Li Zihang: "Grandpa, don't worry, I have no other intentions. I just want to treat all the brothers to a meal. Do you think it's appropriate?"

At this time, Wen San was listening to the conversation between the two and saw that the old man was still unhappy. Immediately, everyone said, "What's wrong? Our young master wanted to treat you to a meal, but you don't honor him."

After hearing what Wen San said, the old man turned back to look at the group of children and nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, Li Zihang waited for them to finish packing their food, and then took them to a decent looking restaurant near the overpass.

The restaurant, about 17 or 18 adults and children, walked into the restaurant. At this time, the waiter came out to greet the guests and asked what they wanted to eat. At this time, a group of people also looked at Li Zihang.

The waiter had good eyesight and saw who the leader was. He then said to Li Zihang, "Young master, what would you like to eat?"

Li Zihang: "Greet them first. Big brother, please show me the menu."

Then a group of people sat down at two tables. Li Zihang looked at the menu and found that the two tables were in a hurry to eat a meal. At least 30 yuan would be needed. But he was not panicked.

After ordering a table of chicken, duck, fish, meat, and vegetables, I went to the bar. Seeing that there was a phone on the bar, I told the waiter to serve the food first.

Li Zihang didn't have much money in his schoolbag at the time, so he took out a phone book and used the phone in the store to call his own antique shop nearby, asking them to send one million over.

After hearing what Li Zihang said on the phone, the store owner was not worried that he had no money to pay the bill.

After Li Zihang finished his phone call, he went back to sit alone at a table with Wen San. It was hot that day, and after the crowds just now, he was sweating profusely. After asking the waiter to serve everyone a bowl of sour plum soup, Li Zihang said to the waiter, "Big brother, can you please bring me a new towel, wet it and bring it here so I can wipe my sweat. Don't worry, I'll pay you later."

Guy: "Okay, wait a moment."

The leader of the troupe, who came over with sour plum soup, saluted Li Zihang and sat down.

The leader of the troupe said: "Thank you, young master. But I still don't understand why you are doing this!"

Wen San, who was sitting next to him, said in an untidy manner, "Don't worry. Our young master is kind-hearted and can't bear to see others suffer. Just eat your meal peacefully."

Li Zihang said politely, "Grandpa, I really don't mean anything else. Don't worry. But I would like to go see where these brothers learn their skills. I don't mean anything else, I just want to broaden my horizons and learn more about this opera culture."

The leader said: "Okay, we will go back after dinner. Please follow us."

While they were talking, the cold dishes started to be served one after another. The leader did not bother Li Zihang and went back to eat.

The children at the two tables were well-behaved and waited for the leader, the chef or the elder, to start eating before they began to wolf down their food.

About 20 minutes later, the clerk of the antique shop came over. Seeing Li Zihang sitting there, he hurried over.

The antique shop clerk said: "Young Master, I see you are here."

After that, he took out another wad of money and put it on the table. Then he continued, "You wanted one million, but the shopkeeper was afraid it wasn't enough, so he took another 50."

Li Zihang looked at the man in front of him and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Liangzi. Please sit down and take a rest. I'll serve you another bowl of sour plum soup."

Li Zihang wiped his sweat with a towel and asked Wen San to eat two cold dishes. Half an hour passed after everyone ate and drank. After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Li Zihang paid the bill. The two tables of fine food and wine cost him 37 yuan. Then he followed everyone and left to their residence.