Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Go downstairs and ride a bike. It was Lin Huyang who pedaled the bike again. The crossbar in front of the 28-inch bicycle was big enough to accommodate Huang Liang's petite body.

The three of them found a place to eat something and headed towards Pigeon City.

"Hey, something's not right...is this Pigeon City?" Lin Huyang glanced at the sparse crowd in Pigeon City.

There is definitely something wrong with the pigeon market today. There are fewer people buying and selling things, and most of the people are old and young who are just wandering around here, looking at the flowers and playing with the birds.

The Pigeon Market has become a real Pigeon Market, and all the vendors selling food, chickens, ducks, etc. have disappeared.

"It seems to be tightened." Zeng Wangcai did not find it strange. "Just ask someone and we'll know. Let's go!"

This pigeon market is located in the east of the city. It is a relatively famous pigeon market in the old city, but after all, it is located in the city, so it is normal that the management is strict.

Going deeper into the alley, Zeng Wangcai saw Cao Datong chatting with others boredly, and his identity card was gone.

"Brother Cao!" Zeng Wangcai greeted him.

"Brother Wangcai," Cao Datong was very happy to see Zeng Wangcai. He liked this generous little brother very much. "Why are you here? Come on, I'll treat you to a big bowl of tea."

Big bowl of tea is a major feature of Jiucheng.

Cao Datong called a man who was selling big bowls of tea on a shoulder pole, set up two benches and opened for business. A bowl was two cents and was enough to quench one's thirst.

"Brother Cao, what's going on in the Pigeon Market today?" Zeng Wangcai asked.

"Hey, don't mention it, it's very close." Cao Datong said while drinking tea, "Master Wu sent someone to tell us this morning that from now on, the pigeon market will not sell those things during the day, so as not to ruin the market. When it will be restored is another matter.

"I'm so worried. I'm going to change places and try the pigeon market or the black market outside the city. This place has always been doing business during the day, but no one knows what the situation is like at night."

"Since it was Fifth Master who said it, there's no way around it!" Zeng Wangcai said.

"By the way, Fifth Master told me that he saw you and asked you to go to his place." After Cao Datong finished his message, he looked around and lowered his voice, "Brother Wangcai, I want to remind you that you must not touch the grain. If you are not careful, you will be shot. This is not a joke. I heard that the police have arrested a lot of speculators in the past two days, mainly grain."

"Thank you, Brother Cao!" Zeng Wangcai took out a cigarette, put one behind each of Cao Datong's ears, and held another in his mouth.

Things are changing so fast... He glanced at Lin Huyang: "Did you hear that? Don't say your dad is nagging, that's called eyesight."

Cao Datong led the way, still to the back door of the courtyard.

This time, Old Seven was not there, and only Fifth Master was there. Lin Huyang and Huang Liang were left in the backyard by Cao Datong, and Zeng Wangcai went to see Fifth Master alone.

"Fifth Master, are you looking for me?"

"When did you take the wine jar away? You took the jar away, but where is the wine?"

Although Fifth Master did not adopt Seventh Master's suggestion to investigate Zeng Wangcai, he still had to do what he should do on his own territory. He sent people to keep an eye on the wine jar to see where Zeng Wangcai took the wine jar.

As a result, the person sent saw Zeng Wangcai go in and take a look, then followed Zeng Wangcai out, and when he came back he found that the wine jar was gone.

The big wine jar disappeared just like that. It’s impossible that someone else stole it. So, did Zeng Wangcai take it?

"Fifth Master, does our cooperation still stand?" Zeng Wangcai ignored Jiugang's words.

"Bullshit, you took the jar away, why don't you give me some wine?" Wu Ye glared and said, "I must have wine, and the more the better. And last time you said you had food, if you have it, I want it too."

"Did I mention food?" Zeng Wangcai recalled, "Fifth Master is so unkind. He is trying to trick me. Where can I buy food in Pigeon City? Even if there is, I wouldn't dare to sell it."

He decided to watch it for a while.

Wu Ye did not force him, but only asked Zeng Wangcai to complete the wine transaction as soon as possible, and Zeng Wangcai was not in a hurry.

Zeng Wangcai said, "Fifth Master, three hundred kilograms of wine is not a small amount. I need to spend time brewing it. You know that grains are hard to come by now. My wine is brewed from five kinds of grains, which makes it even harder to come by."

"You want to regret it?"

"Not really. A little later."

Anyway, there is no agreed time, so there is no need to rush.

Zeng Wangcai asked again how the Pigeon Market would operate next. Wu Ye said that from now on, all the more sensitive things in the Pigeon Market would be moved to the evening, that is, before dawn.

The three of them came out of Pigeon City and agreed to go fishing together on Sunday. Then they separated. Lin Huyang sent Huang Liang home, and Zeng Wangcai went to the department store alone to prepare for fishing on Saturday. He bought fishing lines and hooks so that they could go fishing together when the time comes.

After buying good things, Zeng Wangcai went to his father’s tailor shop.

"Is it done? Tell me, how was the grading determined?" Zeng Youqian was most concerned about this and asked as soon as they met.

Zeng Wangcai went in and took a few gulps of water from his father's large enamelware pot. "Level 25, 37.5 yuan a month not including subsidies, and I'll start work officially tomorrow."

"How much? Thirty-seven dollars and fifty cents a month. Are you kidding me? How come Yi Zhonghai and the others said you could only make thirty dollars a month at most?" Zeng Youqian thought he had misheard.

A difference of seven dollars and fifty cents is not a small amount, and the most important thing is that the level is also two levels different.

"Why would I lie to you about this?" Zeng Wangcai put down his teacup and said, "It's really 37.5 yuan. Aunt Zhang from the street office helped a lot, and Chief Yu from the personnel department of the factory also helped a lot."

He didn't mention that he knew Old Man Liu. It's hard to say, but it can be considered that he took advantage of Old Man Liu.

However, Zeng Wangcai was not so pretentious as to feel uneasy. If Old Man Liu had not stopped the car, nothing would have happened.

"Great, great!" Zeng Youqian smiled happily, packed up his things and waited for Zhang Chunmei who had just returned from the toilet. "Zhang Chunmei, keep an eye on me. I'm going to take a leave to go home. The grade of our eldest son has been confirmed. Thirty-seven dollars and fifty cents a month..."

I'm happy, really happy. It's the first time I've been so happy in all these years.

Zhang Chunmei was surprised, and then immediately congratulated: "Congratulations, Master Zeng, this is a great event, you have to... Forget it, you go back first, don't worry, I'm here."

She wanted to say something like "treat everyone" but then she thought that everyone is living a tight life nowadays and treating everyone is no small matter.

The father and son came out of the tailor shop. Zeng Youqian asked about the classification process in detail: "I really have to thank Director Zhang for this. We will go to the street now."

"No need, I can go alone, there are too many people and it's hard to see." Zeng Wangcai said, "I just went to the department store to buy something."

"What did you buy?"

"Sugar, white sugar!"

"Okay, it's up to you."

Zeng Youqian did not feel any pain. Compared with his son's future, the precious white sugar was nothing. Moreover, he knew that these tickets were earned by his son from selling fish, and his family no longer had such tickets.

My son has made great progress...

For a moment, Zeng Youqian was filled with emotion.

The father and son separated at the gate of the neighborhood office. Zeng Youqian went home, while Zeng Wangcai went in to find Director Zhang.

"Aunt Zhang..." Zeng Wangcai greeted at the door and went in. Seeing that there were other people in the office, he did not take any action. "I will be at work tomorrow. What did you talk about last time?"

Director Zhang found an excuse to send his colleague out and said, "I want 20 kilograms. Is that a problem?"