Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

The large fireworks are not like salutes, but square ones. After being lit, they make a bang, fly up to the sky, and then make another bang, and then a chrysanthemum will bloom.

The location here doesn't allow for big fireworks, it would be terrible if the car overturned.

Zeng Wangcai vividly remembered that when he was a child in his previous life, he saw a man setting off this kind of fireworks and the car overturned, and finally all the fireworks flew into someone's window with a bang, turning a couple sleeping behind the window into a peacock spreading its tail.

This is a bungalow, it will be fun if a fire breaks out.

After the fireworks were set off, Zeng Wangcai took out a match to light it, but Xiao Bao took the lead and said, "Brother, let me do it. I like playing this."

"Okay, be careful..." Zeng Wangcai threw the matches back to Xiaobao.

As a result, a kid who came from nowhere got up early and set off a firecracker when Little Leopard was about to light it. The loud bang scared Little Leopard so much that he fell on his butt.

"Haha..." Zeng Wangcai laughed while hugging his arms.

"Mistake, mistake!" Little Leopard smiled awkwardly and lit another match.

But this time he learned his lesson and lit a cigarette first.

Bang...Bang bang bang!

boom......

The first shot of the New Year was fired in Nanluoguxiang, and orange, red and green spots of light rose into the sky, blooming into beautiful flowers.

"Happy New Year, Happy New Year, and best wishes for prosperity..." A series of auspicious words came out of Zeng Wangcai's mouth as he took out red envelopes and distributed them to the employees.

The first day of the new year, wish for good luck.

At around seven o'clock, the stalls in front of the shop were finally ready.

There are three areas in total: the fireworks area, the snack area, and the wine area.

Liu Qunying and Song Yanyan were in charge of snacks and wine. They were both nervously memorizing the prices of various commodities. Zeng Wangcai was in charge of the fireworks himself, as no one else knew how to make them.

At around seven o'clock, many people had already come out to visit their relatives. For those whose relatives lived far away, it would take a long time to ride a bicycle.

A bicycle came out of the alley, with a child of about fifteen or six sitting on the front bumper, a child of about seventeen or eight sitting on the back seat, and a boy and a girl on both sides of the bicycle. It was a typical family of four visiting relatives.

Judging from the way this family is dressed and the gifts hanging on their bicycles, their family conditions should be pretty good.

Without waiting for the family to come close, Zeng Wangcai took out the cigarette in his mouth, took out a small bee firework and lit it.

Suddenly, a small chrysanthemum bloomed on the cement ground.

puff!

The child in the back seat jumped down and squatted in front of the fireworks, unable to move: "Dad, I want to play this..."

Opened!

No child can resist the temptation of fireworks, and no parent can refuse the child's plea on New Year's Day.

Zeng Wangcai prepared four kinds of fireworks in total: firecrackers, friction firecrackers, little bees and Gatling guns.

The first three types sell for five cents a box, which is twice as expensive as ordinary firecrackers, but they are more fun and fresher.

He had a lot of fireworks in his hands, but most of them were not suitable to be sold now, such as Spring Thunder, Colored Bead Tubes and the like.

It’s not that there is no market, but that the market is too large and it is difficult to set the price.

The last Gatling gun was the one Zeng Wangcai brought out to symbolize his store. The wholesale price of this thing in later generations would be more than ten or twenty yuan, but Zeng Wangcai only sold it for five yuan, just for show, and he didn't intend for anyone to buy it.

At around eight o'clock, the entire Nanluoguxiang was already bustling with activity. In the past, this kind of bustle would only last for a short while, and the place would become deserted after each household went out to visit relatives.

Whether now or in the future, the most lively place for the New Year is actually the countryside.

The office workers in the city return to their hometowns in the countryside, have New Year’s Eve dinner, play poker after dinner, and then... nothing happens. On New Year’s Day, they go out with their luggage in a dejected manner and continue to be office workers.

But the first day of the new year this year was different. Before eight o'clock, there were always many people in front of the Beixinqiao grocery store, and the number was increasing.

The adults are in a hurry to visit relatives, but the children don't want to go. So they beat the children up early in the morning on New Year's Day?

You can’t do that, right? If someone else’s child already has it, can you not buy one for your own child?

Don't want your face?

"Brother Wangcai, you are doing a great job in business. In less than ten minutes, I have lost two cents."

"You only bought the twenty-cent one? I've lost fifty cents."

"Haha, be content, you two. We have been playing together since 7:30."

"Wangcai, you don't plan to let us visit relatives..."

Those who teased Zeng Wangcai were all young people about the same age as Zeng Wangcai. They all had one or two children in their families, and some had three.

"Why don't you leave if you have the guts?" Zeng Wangcai joked with the neighbors with a smile, "If you ask me, you should thank me, don't you? Think about what we could play with when we were kids? We had to spend two cents to buy firecrackers from the first to the seventh day of the new year. Look at what your children are playing with?"

After hearing this, the neighbors thought that this made sense, as it was all for the children.

"And this Gatling gun!" Zeng Wangcai took advantage of the opportunity to pick up the treasure of the store. "Have you ever played with this thing? You may have never heard of it. It's a machine gun. You hold it in your hand and fire it. It's like the real thing..."

Zeng Wangcai was a good talker, and he kept talking. The adults couldn't think clearly, and the children were all bewitched by him.

"Dad, I want Gatling."

"I want a Gatling gun..."

"I want it!"

Some parents who love their children asked about the price of this thing. When they heard that it was five yuan, the parents' faces turned green.

This is not a machine gun for fun, this is a machine gun that can kill us as parents. It costs five dollars, and one-fifth of our salary is gone.

can not afford!

So, the second sickle arranged by Zeng Wangcai was deployed.

"This thing is not bought to play with, but to look at." The experienced Liu Qunying came out to greet with a smile on her face, like a bee blooming, "A fire, a few cents are gone, why not buy some food for the children, snacks are great, this is sticky candy, a string can keep the children eating for a whole day, this is instant noodles, and here are marshmallows..."

The parents' faces turned green again, you are planning to kill us all.

The guy who had spoken earlier smiled awkwardly and said, "Sister Liu, no matter how nice you are today, we won't buy it."

This also reminded the neighbors, and they discovered that Sister Liu and Song Yanyan were surprisingly nice today.

"Why not? It's New Year's Day. Buy some snacks for the children. It will also give you face when visiting relatives." Sister Liu was still smiling.

"It's useless to say anything." Another parent waved his hand and said, "We don't have tickets, you know? Sugar tickets are rare..."

"Haha, I told you guys that if you buy it today, you won't be able to go anywhere, believe it or not?"

"I don't believe it, so I won't buy it. The money is in our pockets, how can you take it away?"

"No need to fight, just come to my door yourself." Zeng Wangcai smiled and took out his biggest trump card, "Today, all the things in our shop do not require tickets..."