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

Following the waiter, he sat opposite Wen San. When Wen San saw the person coming, he asked, "Young Master, what are you doing?"

Li Zihang: "Grandpa is talking about something, I'm feeling bored, so I came here to chat with you."

The waiter said, "Brother, you can have your meal. I will take Young Master Sun with me for a while. I will go back after the boss and the shopkeeper finish their business."

Wen San: "Thank you! It's raining, so I'm just beating the kids. I have nothing to do. Chat with this brother and the young master."

The three of them just chatted for a while when the stew was served. I watched the stall owner serve two bowls of stew and three steamed buns.

The guy said anxiously: "Brother! Aren't you afraid of being full so early in the morning?"

Wen San quickly took a bite of the steamed bun and said while eating, "My dear brother, you are a full man who does not know the hunger of a hungry man. For a rickshaw driver like me, when the day is bad, I am satisfied to have a full meal after paying the rickshaw fee. Besides, Master Li is generous enough to treat us to a meal. If I were not afraid that I would have to pull the rickshaw again later and delay the work, Master Wen, I would like two more steamed buns."

Listening to what Wen San said, Li Zihang followed up and said, "Uncle Wen, you can eat as much baked bread and stewed meat as you want."

When Wen San heard Li Zihang calling him Master Wen in his childish voice, he quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks, waved his hands and said, "Young Master, please don't call me Master Wen. I can't bear it. You should just call me Wen San. It's easier for you and for me."

Li Zihang: "Then I'll just call you Uncle Wen. After all, you're old enough!"

Coming out of the mouth of a 5-year-old, these words shocked Wen San and his waiter. He thought that he was indeed the son of a wealthy family, with such good manners and conversation. It was really unacceptable. Wen San calmed down and continued to eat.

While eating, he sighed: "It is true that a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse's son will dig holes. Young master, just because you called me Uncle Wen, I'm letting you ride in my car. I promise that you won't get bumped around."

The three of them chatted for ten minutes, and Wen San ate until he was full. Then the old man finished his business and came over from the tea shop. The old man took a look at the bowl on the table after Wen San had finished eating, and there was not a drop of water left.

Then he said, "Boss, check out."

The owner of the braised pork stall: "Sir, 30 big ones."

Old man: "Hey! Wensan, you eat so much, you may not be able to run soon."

After that, he took out a dollar from the compartment of his briefcase and handed it to the owner of the stewed pork stall. When the owner gave him 110 yuan in change, the old man asked Wen San to take it.

He said, "San! Take this money. When we go walking on the overpass later, my grandson can buy some small items or snacks with this money. Tell me if it's not enough. Also, there are a lot of people on the overpass, so you have to keep an eye on my eldest grandson."

Wen San took the 110 pieces and weighed them in his hand. He said, "Master Li, don't worry. I will not lose the young master even if I lose myself."

Then the old man rode his bicycle and Li Zihang took a rickshaw to the overpass. They stopped and started along the way and it took more than an hour to reach the overpass. It was mainly because Wen San ate too much. He had a stomachache from pulling the rickshaw halfway, so he stopped and rested for a while. The old man didn't blame him. Anyway, they just chatted on the way to kill time and talked about what Wen San had seen and heard in the past few years.

After arriving at the overpass, there were people coming and going. Fortune tellers, storytellers, monkey trainers, acrobats, and performers were all set up on both sides of the overpass. There were many people making a living. There were old people carrying bird cages and strolling around, and there were hawkers carrying bags and selling candied haws on straw sticks.

There were young and old men who were just having fun. There were also small vendors selling their handicrafts. There were all kinds of shouting coming and going. Li Zihang, who was sitting on a rickshaw, was shocked by the scene. Although he had seen many scenes in his previous life, they were still not as unique as the old Sijiucheng overpass.

The old man was pushing his bicycle, walking beside Wen San's rickshaw. He saw Li Zihang sitting on the rickshaw, looking around. He was dazzled by the view on the overpass.

The old man said, "Grandson! If you see anything rare, just ask for it and I will buy it for you."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he heard Li Zihang say, "Grandpa, there are birds for sale over there. Go over and take a look."

Old man: "Okay. Let's go and take a look together."

Wen San was very tactful and stopped the car in front of the bird stall.

Li Zihang got off the rickshaw and squatted in front of the bird stall. He looked at a middle-aged man sitting on a small stool, guarding a dozen bird cages in front of him. These bird cages also contained dozens of birds of all sizes.

The ones he knew were mynah birds, thrushes, canaries, larks, and five pheasants. When the bird seller saw Li Zihang dressed up and got off the rickshaw, he knew he was a young master from a wealthy family.

He then said, "Young master, please look around. Whichever bird you like, I'll get it for you." After saying that, he handed the bird food to Li Zihang, letting him play with it.

At this time, the old man also came over and squatted beside the bird cage to observe the birds. The old man said: "You have quite a lot of bird species! Bring me the cage with the sunflower-crested cockatoo."

Bird stall owner: "Sir, you are an expert!

After that, he took the bird cage and brought it to the old man. The old man picked up the cage and teased the bird for a while and said, "My little brother, your bird is not in good spirits!"

The paralyzed bird owner said: "Sir, you don't know, people can hardly have enough food these days. Where would I get food to feed the birds? They are starving."

At this time, a black starling in a birdcage nearby started speaking in human language: "I'm hungry. Eat! I'm hungry. Eat!"

As soon as the starling opened its mouth, it instantly attracted the attention of several people. Li Zihang walked to the bird cage where the starling was kept and said, "Grandpa, buy this one."

Mr. Li: "Wow~ This Eighth Master speaks very clearly and clearly! He teaches well, what's the price?"

The bird stall owner said, "Sir! This is the number." He then pointed out two fingers.

Old man: "Two dollars."

The bird stall owner said, "Sir! Don't make fun of me. It's 20 dollars. In the past, the Eight Banners children would have to spend at least several hundred taels of silver to take this bird home."

The old man said: "Okay, that's the past! People don't have anything to eat these days, and the bird will starve to death sooner or later. It's 10 yuan for the cage and the bird. If it's okay, it's okay. If not, forget it. Don't waste your time, man."

After seeing the mynah bird was bought, Li Zihang quickly wanted to buy the cockatoo, and then asked for two budgies, along with five pheasants. He begged the old man for a long time before he bought the birds he wanted.

At the same time, he also used the old man's 35 yuan. When paying, he encountered trouble again. The old man took out the promissory note of Longyuan Bank and wrote 35 yuan in cash! He stamped it and wrote his name. But the bird stall owner refused to accept it. He said that this is a new society and a new government, and he was afraid that he could not cash it.

After a few words, the old man asked Wen San and a younger brother of the bird stall owner to run errands together and exchange the silver dollars at the nearest bank. After waiting for half an hour, Wen San finally came back.

There were two bird cages hanging on the old man's rickshaw, and two bird cages on Wen San's rickshaw. Then we started to walk around the overpass. We listened to music and watched acrobatics. We also bought a lot of small things. They were all gifts that Li Zihang bought for his grandmother and the group of friends in the yard.