Siheyuan: Struggle Begins in the 1950s

Xu Huizhen immediately refused to do it when she heard this, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"What's up, Chen Xueru? You've come to my store to do business? No one is as good at attracting customers as you are."

Chen Xueru was not to be outdone and said:

"Xu Huizhen, look at what you said. You sell your wine and I buy my clothes. Our businesses don't conflict."

"You're a seller of women's clothes, and you're doing men's business?"

"That's true. It's not like I don't sell men's clothing in my store."

Wang Jianjun was a little amused and confused. How did your fight involve me?

But I can take Shen Chuxia to buy some clothes later. The one Chen Xueru is wearing is quite nice.

This style of clothes looks good on Shen Chuxia.

Although this woman has a lot of bad habits, she still has good taste in clothes.

"Okay, since Boss Chen has said so, I'll bring my fiancée to visit you some other day."

When Chen Xueru heard the word "fiancée", her face twitched noticeably.

This girl has someone else.

Then she felt a little unconvinced again.

So what if she has a boyfriend? We’re not married anyway.

Even if we get married, I don't believe that I can't win over his fiancée with my looks and figure.

Thinking of this, Chen Xueru became more confident, put on a smile and said to Wang Jianjun:

"Then I am waiting for your visit, my silk shop is just across the street. Go and ask around and see if I am the only silk seller on the whole street."

Chen Xueru's close friend Xu Huizhen guessed what she was thinking after just a moment's thought.

I secretly laughed at myself for thinking that my good sister still wanted to eat young grass.

She is already 26 years old and still has a burden, and she is actually thinking about a guy in his early twenties.

After Chen Xueru finished speaking, she did not disturb the two of them. She turned around and drank her wine and chatted with the people next to her.

With outsiders present, Wang Jianjun and Wu Jing no longer mentioned the transaction.

But it’s almost what we discussed.

Wu Jing gave Wang Jianjun an address.

Ask him to prepare the money and then go directly to his house to find him.

After drinking, they left together.

The meal cost about three dollars. Wu Jing said that he came here every few days.

It costs dozens of dollars a month.

It can be seen that Wu Jing spends money without any regret.

If it were Yan Bugui, he would not be able to sleep for several days.

But if you live like this, no matter how much wealth you have, it will never be enough to ruin you.

Wu Jing, this is still considered good.

The other bannermen who still had some assets were even more wasteful than this.

As for those bannermen who had long been in poverty, they were obviously extremely poor and had only cornmeal porridge to eat.

But in order to reflect the elegance of the Eight Banners descendants, they had to pretend to be well-fed, even if they starved to death.

He would wipe his mouth with pig skin before going out to let people know that he could afford to eat meat.

Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, some evil-hearted people even started selling their children and letting their wives entertain clients to make money for them.

But this incident also gave Wang Jianjun an idea. He wanted to get the good things from this other person's house.

After all, these bannermen have followed the royal family for nearly a hundred years, and the tables, chairs, benches, bowls, plates and vases in their homes are all antiques.

Many of the furniture were inlaid with gold and jade, and even the wood was red sandalwood and huanghuali. In later times, a single table leg could provide a person with plenty of food and drink for half a lifetime.

Even if we sell some of them at a low price, there will still be a lot left.

I heard from Wu Jing that he knew several descendants of princes and nobles, and their families had much more good things than him.

Wang Jianjun planned to find an opportunity to contact these people and take the good things in their hands into his own hands.

He felt sad every time they sold something at a low price.

After bidding farewell to Wu Jing, Wang Jianjun walked for a while and then was teleported back to the courtyard.

Because he drank some wine, he slept well that night.

He didn't get up until seven o'clock the next day.

There were even a few snowflakes falling outside when I went out.

The snow was smaller than a grain of rice and melted away as soon as it fell to the ground.

Although the snow is small, it is very rare for Wang Jianjun, a small potato from the south.

I reached out to catch a snowflake, but it was like touching air, without any feeling at all.

The snow is still too light.

In a few days the snow will get heavier, and the rivers in the old city will begin to freeze.

When Wang Jianjun came out, he saw that everyone in the yard was ready to go out with baskets in their hands.

Xu Damao's mother next door saw Wang Jianjun getting up so late and couldn't help but remind him:

"Jianjun, aren't you going yet?"

"What are you going for?"

"To buy winter vegetables and coal, the subdistrict office sent someone to notify us a few days ago. My son Damao went out with his father at five in the morning."

Wang Jianjun suddenly remembered that a meeting was held in the hospital a few days ago.

Because the meeting that day was chaired by the second uncle, the characteristic of the second uncle's speech is that he would talk nonsense for half an hour, and then spend three minutes to explain the content of the meeting, and his speech was not clear.

So after the meeting had only been going on for a few minutes, this marginal figure simply slipped back home to take a nap.

So this is what we were talking about that day.

He had this in his memory.

Every year when November comes, all the people in Beijing will start to get busy with one top priority, which is storing cabbage for the winter.

Chinese cabbage is the staple food of the people in Beijing. It is the only vegetable they can eat in winter.

Generally, residents in the courtyard buy coal and vegetables together.

After the coal is bought, it is stored in the coal shed under the window, and then the cabbages are neatly stacked on top and covered with felt cloth.

Every household counts cabbages and coal to survive the winter.

By the end of winter, these vegetables and coal will be almost consumed.

"Hey, it's not too late. I'm just getting ready to go."

Wang Jianjun made up an excuse and prepared to go out.

He really didn't need to buy cabbage. The vegetables in the space were piled up like a mountain, and the pigs could hardly eat them all.

But we need to buy some coal.

As soon as he arrived at the Intermediate Court, Wang Jianjun saw many people coming back with baskets of cabbage and coal.

Everyone in the courtyard is very busy, and they complain from time to time that cabbage and coal are hard to buy every year.

Wang Jianjun rode his bike out of the yard. When he passed by the vegetable market, he saw cabbages piled up like a rockery, and the queue for buying vegetables was like a long dragon.

I secretly thanked myself for not having to queue up so hard.

However, when we arrived at the coal station, we found that the queue was also very long.

Wang Jianjun's scalp tingled when he saw the man squeezing the crowd.

How long will this take?

Wang Jianjun glanced around impatiently.

Coincidentally, he happened to see two bachelors, Yan Jiecheng and Liu Guangtian, coming together.

Hey, I’m so lucky. A pillow appeared when I was sleepy.

"Solution! Guangtian! Here!"

Wang Jianjun waved and called out to the two of them.

Yan Jiecheng and Liu Guangtian also saw Wang Jianjun and walked towards him.

"Jianjun, you are here to buy coal too."

"Yeah, we just arrived." Wang Jianjun said as he took out cigarettes from his pocket and passed them to the two of them.

He knew that these two people had learned to smoke a long time ago.

When Liu Guangtian saw that it was the Daqianmen, he took it with a smile and lit it.

Yan Jie took it and put it on his ear.

He has the same personality as the third uncle and is reluctant to use good things.