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

Since Banggeng was born, Jia Zhang would often hold her grandson in her arms and go out to show him off. Li Zihang had also seen Banggeng twice when he was only a few days old.

Jia Zhang was even more cunning and told Li Zihang that he would let Banggeng study with him in the future. He also wanted Banggeng to become his godparents.

Li Zihang was speechless. He was only eight years old. How could he recognize a godchild? To recognize a brother was a generation difference, but to recognize a son was a godchild. He was just a kid.

So I pretended not to understand and didn't respond.

Last time, Jia Zhang came home with a little stick to please her. Grandma looked at the baby in the package and asked Aunt Qi to send 2 kilograms of brown sugar and 10 eggs.

Jia Zhang was so happy that she didn't know what to do. Don't underestimate this little thing. In the yard next door, because of the children playing, they accidentally stepped on a few cabbages in the cellar. Both families had a big quarrel.

In recent years, no matter who has a wedding or funeral in the neighboring yard, our family will send some gifts to show their support. Of course, they really don't need that much. They also don't want to see others flattering, smiling, nodding and bowing. So whenever there is a wedding in the neighboring yard, our family will send some gifts.

On Saturday, after breakfast, Li Zihang was so quiet that he wanted to go out for a walk. He thought that he hadn't been shopping for a long time, so he thought about going out for a walk.

It was the same as always. Wen San went to the restaurant to hang out with him. Why did he choose Wen San? For other reasons, although he was a bit rude sometimes, he was good at making people laugh. He could talk about the old stories of the city all the way without repeating himself. There were also some secrets, which he told like a crosstalk. It was very interesting to listen to. Wen San also had another advantage, he was very perceptive. Sometimes, with just a glance from Li Zihang, Wen San could tell what he meant.

On the other hand, hanging out with Li Zihang not only allows him to eat and drink for free, listen to music and opera, but also allows him to experience the feeling of being a real master, which he always wanted to be but could never achieve.

Only by following Li Zihang can you experience it.

You can say he is just taking advantage of the power of others or he is just taking advantage of others, but the benefits are real.

It was early in the morning. Li Zihang came to the restaurant and waited for Wen San to finish his work before taking him out.

Li Zihang, who was sitting on the back of the tricycle, asked: "Uncle Wen, have you had breakfast?"

Wen San: "No, I just finished my work and am waiting for the meal at the restaurant at ten o'clock!"

Li Zihang: "Then you, find a place to have breakfast and then we can go shopping. You can choose a place by yourself to eat whatever you want. Anyway, I don't know where to go."

Wen San: "Come on, let's find a place to fill our stomachs."

"Speaking of this breakfast, how can it be delicious? I have to talk to you about it now."

"South City's braised pork, fried liver, fire-baked bread, bean juice, fried dough sticks, and pickled vegetable shreds,"

"From Dongcheng, wontons, steamed buns, and millet porridge."

"Qianmen's mutton soup, sesame cakes, and soup dumplings all have their own unique ways of eating. Each has its own particularities."

"In the past, the south of the city was full of hard work, and they worked hard to come up with this poor people's breakfast."

"Dongcheng, Qianmen. It used to be a gathering place for dignitaries. The food here is also very particular. Since you, young master, have spoken, I will also be extravagant today and go to Qianmen to eat a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and two Tianjin Goubuli steamed buns. ..."

There is a time-honored breakfast shop in Qianmen. Wen San parked his car and walked into the shop and shouted, "Boss, give me two big meat buns and a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge."

Then he turned to Li Zihang and said, "Young Master, would you like some more?"

Li Zihang: "Uncle Wen, you can eat by yourself. I'm still full."

The two found an empty table and sat down. After a while, the boss brought Wen San's food.

Li Zihang sat aside, looking at the store's furnishings and diners with boredom.

After taking a look, I really noticed something unusual. At the next table, there was a 60-year-old man. On the table was an object wrapped in old newspapers. It didn't look big. But from the looks of it, it looked like someone who went to Liulichang to sell antiques.

Li Zihang looked at the old man next to him from time to time. He wanted to see what rare thing was wrapped in it. Wen San, who was eating the buns, saw what Li Zihang was thinking. So he whispered to him: "Young Master, wait until I finish eating, I will go to find out. When I have finished talking, you can look at my expression and then come over."

Wen San finished the bun in a few bites, picked up the porridge, ate and drank at the same time, and finished the porridge in a few bites. He wiped his mouth, stood up and walked towards the old man behind him.

Li Zihang looked at Wen San who was sitting next to the old man, and he had no idea what they were talking about. After all, they were both speaking in low voices, and with the noise from the street, it was impossible to hear their conversation.

The two of them talked and looked at Li Zihang from time to time. After a while, Wen San winked at Li Zihang and asked him to come over.

After Li Zihang sat down and greeted the old man, the old man spoke up: "Little kid, do you want to see my stuff?"

Li Zihang felt something was wrong when he heard the old man's voice. He was obviously an old man, but his voice sounded like an old lady in her seventies or eighties speaking with a pinched throat.

Li Zihang: "Grandpa, when I saw the things you packed, I felt a little itchy. I was looking for them and wanted to take a look at the long market."

The old man said: "Well, judging from your attire, you are a gentleman. I will take out the things and let you open your eyes."

After saying that, he opened the thing wrapped in newspaper.

As soon as this thing appeared, Li Zihang realized that the set of tea cups was not an ordinary item. So he took it and looked at the set of monochrome glazed rouge red tea cups.

The old man next to him saw Li Zihang's attitude and knew that he had met someone who knew what he was talking about. He did not bother him from admiring the things.

After a while, Li Zihang put the item down and said, "It's a rare item. A Yongzheng official kiln monochrome glaze rouge red lidded cup."

When the old man heard Li Zihang explain the origin of the teacup, he also put aside his contempt.

The old man said: "It's a good thing, it came out of the palace back then."

As soon as he heard the old man say that he came from the palace, combined with the old man's voice and demeanor, he roughly guessed the old man's identity.

Li Zihang: "Old man, judging from your attitude, you are planning to go to Liulichang and sell this teacup."

"Well, since you are going to sell it anyway, just name a price, as long as it's not too high. You can just give the things to the boy. Is that okay with you, old man?"

The old man didn't say anything. He looked Li Zihang up and down and said, "I wonder which family you are from, young master?"

Before Li Zihang could speak, Wen San spoke directly: "Grandpa, our young master is the young master of Tianshun Commercial Bank."

Li Zihang was a little speechless. Wen San was getting more and more addicted to his behavior of seeking reputation. However, the reputation of Tianshun Commercial Bank was really useful.

When the old man heard what Wen San said, he said in a gloomy tone, "So you are the young master of Tianshun Commercial Bank. Since you like this thing, I won't play tricks on you. Take the 6 million."

"Let me tell you something, this teacup was used by Emperor Yongzheng."

Li Zihang said a little excitedly: "Emperor Yongzheng? Then who are you?"

Old man: "To be honest, I was a clerk in the palace when the Qing Dynasty was still in existence."

As soon as he heard this, he knew that the old man was a eunuch. He did not show any contempt for him.

Li Zihang: "Old man, since you were a servant in the palace back then, do you have any other items? As long as you are willing to buy them and the price is right, I will buy them all for you."

The old man said, "Young man, are you sure? I won't say anything else. If you received something worthless from me, you won't bring your parents back to settle the score with me, will you?"

Li Zihang: "Don't worry, old man. I know the rules of the industry. To be honest, my family owns an antique shop in Liulichang. So I will bring people to your house. If we still make mistakes, you can only blame us for our poor eyesight. We will never ask for repayment."

Old man: "Okay, let's go."

After Li Zihang paid for the meal for the old man and Wen San, he followed the old man out.

At the door, Li Zihang asked the old man where he lived so that he could call someone to come and look at his things. After the old man gave him an address, Li Zihang made a phone call to the supply and marketing cooperative on the roadside.

Then Li Zihang and the old man sat in the back of Wen San’s car and went to the old man’s residence.