"Eat, what else can I do?”
Li Wuwei looked down on He Daqing. He abandoned his children for a widow. When he was old, eighty years old, he didn't even let go of his in-laws, Lou Tanshi. He was still arrogant.
"Are you eating here?"
He Daqing was dumbfounded. Was this a place that ordinary workers could come to?
"Have a taste."
Li Wuwei looked at the luxurious Fengze Garden in front of him. He wasn't afraid at all. So what if it was a fourth-ranked courtyard? He also had a third-ranked courtyard that was worth thousands of dollars back then.
Twenty years ago, one ocean could buy 100 catties of rice. Although the value of the ocean had been halved before the founding of the People's Republic of China, it could still be exchanged for 40 to 50 catties of rice or flour.
The smaller the courtyard or the courtyard, the lower the value. On the contrary, the orthodox courtyard was worth a lot of money.
Even now, the three-in-one courtyard left behind by his grandfather could be sold for about 30,000 yuan. However, it would not be able to buy it back even if he spent 300 million yuan later.
"You're too prodigal."
He Daqing's expression was ugly. He had also lost his job. He had lowered his voice and wanted to apply for a job at Fengze Garden. In the end, others did not take a fancy to him. They complained that he had been cooking in the factory and could not make high-quality dishes.
But in the blink of an eye, Li Wuwei came here for a meal. His life was actually not as good as a young man.
"Don't be afraid. I have Qin Huairu to support me. What about you?”
Li Wuwei was a critical hit, but He Daqing wasn't too much of a scumbag. After he ran away with the White Widow, he had been sending living expenses to the two brothers.
However, the money was stolen by Yi Zhonghai and used to pretend to be a good person to give to the Silly Zhu siblings.
Otherwise, would He Daqing really dare to run back to look for Silly Zhu to retire?
He Daqing was only greedy for widows, but Yi Zhonghai was the one with bad morals.
"I won't argue with a junior like you."
He Daqing was so angry that he was rendered speechless. He hated Little Song Jiang to the core. He had ruined his plans. He Hua had fallen for the trap and was blinded by the bad guy.
Li Wuwei suddenly had a thought and said,""He Daqing, you're looking for a job, right? You can totally sell buns. Your family used to be in the business.”
"Nonsense, my family has three generations of farmers. Selling buns is also helping others.”
He Daqing's expression changed drastically. This was a serious composition problem. Merchants and farmers were worlds apart.
"Look at how scared you are. I was just joking with you. Alright, you can take your time to find a job. Anyway, you have Silly Zhu to support you.”
Li Wuwei smiled as he entered Fengze Garden. Actually, selling steamed buns was not shameful. Just this Fengze Garden was now so high and mighty. In the future, they would also have to make flatbread, steam cornbread, and sell them on the street.
"I, you…"
He Daqing was almost angered. After he calmed down, he thought that Li Wuwei's words were a little harsh, but he was not wrong. He had Silly Pillar to support him, so he did not panic.
When Li Wuwei arrived at the restaurant, he ordered two dishes, the mullet egg soup and braised sea cucumber with green onions. They were not the most expensive dishes, but they were the most unique.
In the winter, he would eat some sea cucumbers, which was also warm. As for the mullet egg soup, it was the teacher's favorite dish, so he followed closely behind.
After the meal, Li Wuwei calculated the preparations for the banquet. Although there were a lot of materials in the reward market, he still lacked some things. He had to prepare some gifts.
Cloth was very good. Buying a few bolts of cloth would give him face. Moreover, buying cloth and getting someone to make clothes was much cheaper than buying ready-made clothes.
He immediately rode his bicycle to Qianmen Street. Suddenly, it snowed heavily. The winter in Beijing was so cold.
When they reached the alley, a tricycle suddenly came from the opposite direction. At first, Li Wuwei didn't pay much attention to it, but when it passed by, he was stunned.
"He Daqing! Sigh…"
Li Wuwei subconsciously shouted and quickly stepped on the brakes. Who knew that the tricycle did not stop at all. By the time he turned around, he had already pedaled far away.
"D * mn, He Daqing is riding a tricycle.”
Li Wuwei was a little confused. He really saw that the driver was He Daqing.
Why did he have to work hard instead of being a good chef? Was it really that hard to find a job now?
Whatever. He had nothing to do with Old He's family.
They continued forward and soon arrived at Qianmen Street. Although there were more cloth on Wangfujing Street and the goods from Dazhalan were cheaper, the quality of the cloth on Qianmen Street was the best.
Since he wanted to buy it, he would buy it. He did not lack money.
"Eh, Xueru Silk Shop? This name sounds familiar.”
Li Wuwei braked the bicycle again. Luckily, the bicycle was of good quality. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been able to withstand his effort.
He thought for a moment and parked the car outside the door. He had not considered buying silk at first, but he suddenly thought of buying a qipao for Qin Huiru. It would improve their relationship even behind closed doors.
Also, he felt like he had seen this name somewhere before.
"Hey, customer, where are you from? You look unfamiliar.”
As soon as he entered the shop, Li Wuwei heard a voice calling for customers. This was a familiar line. Could it be that he had come to the wrong place? It was indeed a silk shop.
He looked up and saw a beautiful woman wearing silk even in the middle of winter. He finally reacted.
Damn, isn't this Chen Xueru, the owner of the silk shop in " Little Woman at Zhengyang Gate "?
Then, the bike rider that he had met before was not He Daqing. What was his name again?
Li Wuwei had only watched this drama before he transmigrated. He was not familiar with the plot because it was about public-private partnership, which was annoying.
"Guest?"
Chen Xueru waved her hand. She was dumbfounded. Was she that charming?
"Cough cough…I'm sorry, I was distracted.
I came from Dongzhimen to buy some cloth and also wanted to choose a set of silk for my wife.”
Li Wuwei calmed down. It was now year 52, and there were still three years before Zhengyang Gate's plot started.
The Chen Xueru in front of him was much younger than in the drama. He wondered if she had married.
However, although this woman was flirtatious, her personality was too strong. Ordinary men would not be able to withstand it, let alone a man like him. Therefore, even if he saw her, he did not have any thoughts.
"Yo, that's far enough. Why are you here? However, the silk in my shop is the best.”
Chen Xueru had permed her hair and wore earrings in this era.
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