Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Zeng Wangcai had experienced the attitude of the service industry in this era. He held Zhang Xiuzhi with one hand to stop her from taking action, and he quarreled alone with the waiter who had a very bad attitude.

It’s not that Zeng Wangcai is willing to quarrel because he doesn’t understand, he’s just too angry. It doesn’t matter if the buns have shrunk, but you should be nicer. You act like a big shot.

After arguing for a while, an old master came out of the shop with a rolling pin in his hand.

When Zhang Xiuzhi saw this, her eyebrows raised. She thought the old man took out the rolling pin to fight. She was afraid that Zeng Wangcai would suffer a loss as he had no hands, so she broke free from Zeng Wangcai's hand and stepped forward to stop him.

Zeng Wangcai actually failed to catch it, and he felt embarrassed and at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"I'm sorry, comrade!" The old man's attitude was very different from that of the waiter. He apologized as soon as he came out. "It's our fault. Please bear with me. To be honest, it was not easy to get this little bit of meat, but this price... our store has no say."

As a result, Zeng Wangcai calmed down and said forget it.

The old man apologized again and again. Since Zeng Wangcai and Xiaohu had not left, he stood there and chatted with Zeng Wangcai about this matter as an explanation.

The old man's surname is Wu. Originally this shop belonged to him and he ran it well. Later on, it was a public-private partnership and the street office sent a few shabby guys here. Originally, this was nothing. It was a seller's market these days. As long as the goods were made, they could be sold. Besides, old man Wu had good skills.

But later, perhaps because he saw that the restaurant business was good, a guy found a way to become the official manager, and that caused chaos.

Zeng Wangcai understood it clearly. Isn't this just like an old man's tailor shop?

There are not many people in this world who have the skills like Xu Huizhen of the tavern. There are probably many people who have ruined their shops. The shops are okay, but what about the enterprises?

Looking back to the 1990s, a large number of companies could no longer sustain themselves, resulting in a wave of layoffs, which plunged countless families into misery. To say that it has nothing to do with people is bullshit.

"It's okay, uncle. I just think he has a bad attitude. There's nothing else to it. Life is not easy these days." Zeng Wangcai waved his hand magnanimously. He saw Zeng Hu coming back with a bag in his hand.

"Brother, look what this is?" Xiaohu ran over and opened his pocket excitedly. Inside were two colorful pheasants.

"What are you doing with this thing?"

"Eat, didn't you say we were going to have a barbecue today? Have you forgotten that we stole chickens from the village before..."

"Stop, stop, don't talk about the old almanac."

What's stealing or not? Can the things between foodies be considered stealing?

Besides, the chicken I stole back then was your father's...

Zeng Wangcai wanted to refuse, but suddenly thought, is there a big difference between pheasants and domestic chickens?

Black-skinned pigs can pass for wild boars, and chickens raised in the wild can also pass for wild boars. They should be similar after the hair is plucked...

Although there are a lot of pheasants and rabbits, and they are easier to catch than wild boars, the quantity is definitely not comparable to the supplies in the space. Zeng Wangcai remembers that there are chilled chickens in the warehouse at the dock, which may be the third resource point besides wild boars and fish.

"Take it, we'll have a big meal today." Zeng Wangcai took the lead and made it.

I will definitely meet Old Man Liu in a while. After all, I have taken advantage of his kindness, so it is only right that I treat him to a meal.

Without further ado, steamed buns, steamed buns and pheasant, this configuration is considered a rich meal no matter where you go.

After waiting for a while at the entrance of the alley, Lin Huyang came over on a creaking tricycle, with Huang Liang, who had difficulty walking, sitting in the tricycle.

"Liangzi, see? That's Wangcai's girlfriend. The bastard got a wife who is as beautiful as a fairy without any effort." Lin Huyang said hatefully.

Huang Liang looked up at Zhang Xiuzhi, then immediately lowered his head. This was his personality. Except in front of Zeng Wangcai and Huang Liang, he was very shy in front of people other than his family, let alone girls.

"Yangzi, did you bring charcoal?" Zeng Wangcai asked.

"Don't worry about me. You have to make something delicious today."

"Damn it, I'll make you vomit today."

After some laughter, Zeng Wangcai and others got on the bus. This time there was one more person in the bus. Because Zhang Xiuzhi and Huang Liang were both relatively light, Xiaohu and Xiaobao sat on one side, while Zeng Wangcai sat in the middle. Huang Liang and Zhang Xiuzhi sat on either side of Zeng Wangcai.

This inevitably made it a bit crowded, and Zeng Wangcai had nowhere to hold on to, so he had to reach one hand from behind Zhang Xiuzhi to hold the bike, so that the two of them were like hugging each other.

Xiaohu and Xiaobao on the opposite side were muttering to each other, saying that Zhang Xiuzhi would definitely be their sister-in-law or something like that.

"Shut up, Xiaohu, get off the bike and let Yangzi come up and eat the buns." Zeng Wangcai kicked Xiaohu in the air.

Lin Huyang came up and shared the buns with Huang Liang. Huang Liang took small bites, very delicately, but Lin Huyang was already hungry, and after one big bite, half of the bun was gone.

"Damn it, isn't it called steamed buns? This is steamed buns, right?" Lin Huyang complained that the steamed buns had no filling.

Zeng Wangcai then told the story of what happened just now, and then he laughed and scolded: "Your father is about to lose his job, how much meat can you expect to be in the buns? Be content, or you may not even have buns to sell in a while."

The young Lin Huyang sighed, ate the buns in silence, and stopped talking about the lack of meat.

The buns have shrunk, so how could other things be far behind? So everyone began to accept it silently!

"The writer Xiao Guozi once said that life is like being raped. If you can't resist, just enjoy it."

Fortunately, Zeng Wangcai has some literary literacy and remembers who said this sentence, otherwise he might have attributed it to Mr. Lu Xun, because all the famous quotes whose origins are unknown were said by him.

This time, four people took turns pedaling the tricycle. Perhaps they had something to eat, or perhaps they were looking forward to the next activity, the tricycle sped the whole way. Huang Liang was so scared that he almost screamed several times. In the end, they arrived at the destination at a speed about 30% faster than last time.

The result was that, apart from the eight that were sent back, there were still two of the thirty buns left, and several steamed buns were also eaten. On average, three buns were consumed per 100 kilometers. It was normal to consume a higher amount due to violently stepping on the accelerator.

The tricycle arrived at the river bank when the day was just beginning to dawn. We continued to pedal towards the place where we went fishing last time. It took another ten minutes to reach our destination.

"Hey, uncle, why are you out so early today?" It was Zeng Wangcai's turn to ride the bike. He saw Old Man Liu and a fat man standing on the river bank, but just like last time, there was no jeep on the river bank.

Zeng Wangcai pulled the handbrake, parked the car and got out.

"Brother Wangcai." Old Man Liu greeted him, the cigarette butt in his hand shining brightly, "It's better to come early. Last time I told you that choosing a good spot for fishing is very important. If you come too late, there will be no spot. I think the spot you went to last time was very good."

"Haha, it's not that exaggerated. The Yongding River is so long..." Zeng Wangcai couldn't continue speaking halfway because what Old Liu said was true.

This time is different from the last time. Last time Zeng Wangcai came, there were many people by the river, but definitely not as many as today.

There were people lined up on both sides of the Yongding River, with figures seen at regular intervals.