Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

When Zeng Wangcai saw the freighter, a memory was awakened.

Cargo ships departing from Shanghai Port have been supplying Hong Kong Island with fresh fruits and vegetables, pork, beef and mutton for decades, providing blood and nutrients to the people of Hong Kong Island.

These materials are all good stuff, and their specifications are much higher than those in the mainland.

However, what is funny is that many Hong Kong people, who have absorbed the blood of the mainland for decades, have black hearts. They hate mainlanders and they discriminate against mainlanders. When you travel to Hong Kong, the taxi drivers, fruit vendors, etc. may give you a different look when they hear your mainland accent.

What does it mean to eat and then smash the pot? This is it!

“This is it! There’s no reason why Hong Kong Island can eat it but I can’t!” Zeng Wangcai selected his target.

As long as Zeng Wangcai's thoughts do not enter the space, everything here remains the same, but once his thoughts come in, the operation of the space will stop.

The freighter he saw was in the process of loading, which saved him a lot of effort as he could check the transported materials at the dock and in the warehouse.

The results were very gratifying. There were all kinds of vegetables, fruits, and freshwater fish, including grass carp, bighead carp, mandarin fish, etc. In addition, there were also living livestock, including pigs, cattle, sheep, etc.

Among the livestock, the pig breeds surprised Zeng Wangcai. In addition to the imported white-skinned pigs, there are also some local black-skinned fragrant pigs. These fragrant pigs look somewhat similar to wild boars, but not many.

Zeng Wangcaiwu had an idea. If he removed the skin and head of a black pig, could he pretend it was a wild boar?

There are wild boars now, and unlike in later generations, there are not all kinds of laws and regulations to protect animals. Now wild boars are definitely a scourge that destroys crops and can even hurt people when they get angry. They rush into rural fields and are shot to death by the militia when they are seen, and then the feast can begin.

Some places even organize people to hunt wild boars. Although wild boar meat is not as delicious as black pig meat, at this time, who would dislike hair when there is meat to eat?

After deciding on the strategy, Zeng Wangcai came out immediately and used his mind to take out the needed supplies and store them separately, in case the ship sailed away after his mind came out...

The next day, Zeng Wangcai had to go to the street to find the street director. He had to go through some procedures before going to work at the steel rolling mill, one of which was for the street to issue some documents.

Zeng Wangcai got up early at seven o'clock in the morning. His mother Chen Yumei had already prepared breakfast, which included clear soup, pickles and cornmeal steamed buns.

In the past few days, Zeng Wangcai has had a general understanding of the family situation. He will not talk about the quantitative aspects, but in terms of financial income, he estimates that his father can actually earn more than 50 yuan a month. This is his comprehensive estimate based on his father's salary and gray income.

Logically speaking, with this income, one shouldn't have to eat so badly, but when I think about the countryside, everything seems normal.

My father Zeng Youqian was drinking porridge with half a cornmeal steamed bread in his hand, and the other half was left in the colander untouched, probably left for his wife.

Seeing Zeng Wangcai coming in, Zeng Youqian said, "Today you can go to the street office and find Director Zhang directly. I have already made arrangements for him. Just go through the motions and be a little sweet."

Nodding in agreement with his father, Zeng Wangcai went to the corner to get a bare toothbrush, used a gourd ladle to scoop water from the water tank and used it to clean his mouth.

"Eat quickly. Mom made you some white flour buns." Chen Yumei came back from Zeng Wangcai's room and threw her son's changed clothes into the foot basin. "I made a pound of white flour that your second uncle didn't take. You can eat two and leave three for the second and third brothers."

Chen Yumei's method is to make five steamed buns with one pound of flour, one of which is the standard two taels of flour. However, there are only two cornmeal steamed buns, with one and a half in the basket.

After finishing the work at hand, Chen Yumei did not go next door to call the second and third children, letting them sleep a little longer, which would not only nourish them but also slow down their hunger.

Zeng Wangcai picked up a steamed bun and started eating it without saying a word. He gave one steamed bun to his mother and threw half of the steamed bun into his father's bowl.

"Eat, eat all. How can you work if you are not full? When I come back from the countryside, you can eat as much as you want. The second and third children are growing up, so they should eat more." After saying this, Zeng Wangcai finished the steamed bread in a few bites, drank the porridge with only a few corn residues in one gulp, and left under the strange gazes of his parents.

Chen Yumei choked up inexplicably: "Dad, have you noticed that the eldest son has suddenly become sensible? The day before yesterday, he treated Youhuo and Xiaohuan very well..."

"Isn't it good to be sensible? Didn't you always say that he gave you the cold shoulder before? Eat it, eat it. Just eat what your son gives you." Zeng Youqian ate half of the steamed bun with satisfaction. He felt that the steamed bun today was really delicious, even better than white flour steamed buns.

Chen Yumei wiped her tears, broke off half a steamed bun and threw it to the man, "Eat more, you still have a day to work. I'm just worried about the boss. He said he would let us eat as much as we want when he came back from the countryside. What does that mean? I'm worried that he will cause trouble."

"Oh, you are so slow. Just eat when I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Zeng Youqian threw the bun back again. "Don't worry, the boss didn't yell and fight back after being beaten this time. It means he is really sensible and won't do anything wrong."

Zeng Wangcai didn't want to fight back, but he wasn't sure whether it was Liu Guangtian who did it. Besides, he had more important things to do now, so he put it aside for the time being.

Zeng You and his wife talked for a while. When it was almost time, Zeng You went to work. Chen Yumei still didn't eat the half bun.

Zeng Wangcai did not go to the street immediately because it was still early, so he went around the neighborhood, visiting the Chaoyang Vegetable Market, department stores, food stations, etc., to understand the situation and bought an oil bottle.

Finally, he inquired about the situation in the pigeon market and the black market to prepare for the future.

When he arrived at the street office, Zeng Wangcai found Director Zhang, a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties.

"Director Zhang!" Zeng Wangcai knocked on the office door.

"Oh, Wangcai is here, come in quickly." As expected, Director Zhang had greeted him. He was very enthusiastic and even asked his subordinates in the office to pour tea.

Zeng Wangcai took out a cylinder from the old actor's army green military canvas backpack. It was a pack of fifty Zhonghua cigarettes. He took the box from home. With this thing, he could smoke endlessly without having to worry about getting a cigarette box.

In addition to Director Zhang, there are two other comrades in the office.

Zeng Wangcai distributed a bunch of genuine Zhonghua cigarettes, including those with filter tips, to lead the way. With Zeng Youqian's presence in front of him, things were naturally done quickly.

Director Zhang said with a smile: "Okay, go back. When we are done here, I will personally take you to the steel mill to report."

Zeng Wangcai thanked him. He had just taken a rough look at the program. There was a comment item in the program. People on the street had good comments about him, proving that he was a good young man.

Haha, this is probably the power of human relationships!

After finishing his work, Zeng Wangcai did not go home, but went to find Lin Huyang. The two borrowed a bicycle and went out for a stroll, and did not return until the evening.

After a night, when Zeng Wangcai returned to the countryside, he got up even earlier that day, at around six o'clock. The sun had not yet risen, so it was cool to do anything.

Zeng Wangcai went out carrying his schoolbag and another veteran actor - a cloth bag. As soon as he came out, he saw Yan Bugui walking in front of him carrying a tin bucket.

"Wangcai, you're here so early? Are you going back to the countryside? Your pockets are so light, didn't you bring anything back?"