Siheyuan: I am a trader in both worlds!

Chapter 1 Bai Ling?

1955, Beijing, autumn, evening.

A young man who seemed out of tune with this era in every way came to the gate of the famous No. 95 Nanluoguxiang compound, pushing a brand new Forever -inch bicycle listlessly.

Feeling the scorching heat of nearly 40 degrees Celsius, Ximen Lang couldn't help but start to doubt his life.

"Isn't it already autumn? Why is it still so hot?"

Hearing the noise outside, the thin middle-aged man who was tending to a few pots of flowers in the front yard, no longer cared about the flowers and plants that were like his treasures. He threw the tools in his hands aside and said,
"Third Aunt, please bring out the cold tea quickly."

He picked up the palm-leaf fan beside him and hurried to the courtyard gate.

With just one glance, he saw clearly the watch on Ximen Lang's wrist, the 28-inch bicycle he was pushing, the radio tied to the back seat, and the several oil-paper bags hanging in front.

He fanned Ximen Lang with the palm-leaf fan in his hand and began to show his courtesy.

"Wow, look at you sweating all over, you must be terribly hot, right? Third Aunt, hurry up, didn't you see that Brother Lang is back?"

Seeing that Yan Bugui was about to make a big fuss again, Ximen Lang quickly waved his hand.

"Teacher Yan, we are from the same department, don't be so polite."

As he was speaking, Yan Bugui's lover, Third Aunt Yang Ruihua, came to Ximen Lang with a cup of cold tea and a smile on her face.

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's been sitting there for a while, let's drink it now."

Unable to refuse the kind offer, I had to drink the cup of cold tea.

It’s true, drinking a cup of cold tea really relieves some of the heat.

Yan Bugui then turned the topic to this brand new 28-inch truck.

"Wow, a brand new 28-inch truck, and this radio. All we need is a sewing machine. Three turns and it'll be all done. Did you just mention this today?"

Speaking of this, Ximen Lang finally became more energetic.

But it only made me feel a little more energetic.

He had no excitement at all about the others completing the three turns and one ring, and nodded.

"Don't people like to buy three-turn and one-ring these days? I don't need the money, so I just picked up a few of these. What do you think? Do they look okay?"

As they talked and laughed, a sense of heroism came over them.

The pressure on Yan Bugui's old waist immediately lowered a few inches.

He took an envious look at the three brand new items and was convinced. This time, Yan Bugui was really convinced by Ximen Lang.

"This isn't just okay, this is amazing! We're still worried about the 36 legs, and you've got all three turns and one ring! Isn't that amazing?! But this ticket..."

"Of course I bought it."

He said with confidence, "Of course I bought it." Yan Bugui was so scared that he quickly corrected himself.

"It was transferred from someone else, but you must not say it was purchased, my little ancestor."

Yang Ruihua on the side also followed immediately.

"Yes, Brother Lang, our courtyard is full of calculating people. They are all very cunning. If they get jealous and report you, it will be a big trouble."

Seeing how serious the couple was, Ximen Lang finally realized that something was wrong.

"Yes, yes, those who were transferred here were transferred here with other people."

With just one sentence, this somewhat taboo matter was exposed.

Pushing his bicycle, with the help of Yan Bugui, Ximen Lang stepped over the high threshold and walked towards the middle courtyard while asking Yan Bugui.

"Oh, by the way, Teacher Yan, I asked you to help me look out for Huanghuali and redwood furniture."

"Don't worry, it will be done in three days."

"it is good!"

As he spoke, he took off a piece of the oil-paper package hanging on the car and handed it to Yan Bugui.

"Then it's still the old rules. Here, it's just a small token of my appreciation. Thank you for your hard work, so please be more considerate." Then, with the polite farewells of "You're so polite", Ximen Lang came to the central courtyard, pushing his bicycle.

At first glance, I saw the famous "little widow", Qin Huairu, washing by the pool.

Not to mention, Thirteenth Aunt, who was at the peak of her beauty, with her looks and figure, was indeed quite capable of fighting in those years of material shortages!

However, compared to the married woman Qin Huairu, Ximen Lang was more interested in Jia Zhangshi, the plump and fair girl who was sewing shoe soles and enjoying the cool air at the door.

Therefore, he just nodded and greeted Qin Huairu, who was at the peak of her beauty, and ignored her.

When he came to the drowsy Jia Zhang, he suddenly shouted, which scared Jia Zhang.

"Hey, Aunt Jia, what are you doing with those shoe soles again? They're almost patinaed by you, and you didn't even bother to change them."

Jia Zhang was having a sweet dream at the moment when she was suddenly frightened by Ximen Lang.

When I looked up, I saw that it was indeed the bad guy Ximen Lang again.

A pile of flesh suddenly stood up, pointed at Ximen Lang with a smile on his face with slightly trembling fingers, and said unhappily.

"It's you again, you bad boy, you make fun of me every day! Just wait and see, when you scare me to death, I'm going to blackmail you!"

"Then I'll have to wait. You're no less sturdy than Master Liu, so if anyone else gets hurt, you won't be hurt either."

Jia Zhang was so angry that she couldn't speak.

In just a short while, Jia Zhang and Ximen Lang started fighting again.

Qin Huairu, who was busy washing and rinsing, said helplessly.

"Brother Lang, please stop teasing my mom. If you make her so angry, she won't be able to eat again."

"Can't eat? Isn't that perfect? ​​It's a great way to lose weight."

While he was talking, he made fun of Jia Zhang again.

Jia Zhang was so angry that she was at her wit's end.

Seeing that the teasing continued, Jia Zhang became really angry and said something.

"Tell Dongxu later that we can have a drink together when we have time."

Pushing his bicycle, Ximen Lang walked towards the backyard again.

Before the people arrive, the sound comes first.

"Little Jinzi, Little Jinzi, come here."

With a trot and a small trot, a child with thick eyebrows and big eyes, about 10 years old, ran to Ximen Lang's side.

"Uncle Lang."

"Huh? What did you call me?"

"Brother Lang. But I still think I should call you Uncle Lang, since we are of different generations."

"I don't care what you think, I care what I think! Just calling me Brother Lang or Uncle Lang makes me sound old!"

After saying that, he handed over another oil-paper package hanging on the car.

As expected, Xiao Jinzi rejected him again.

"Brother Lang, you have helped my family a lot, I can't..."

"Here, stop talking nonsense."

Without further ado, he stuffed the oil-paper bag into Xiao Jinzi's hands and told her:
"It's hot, we can't play it, understand?"

Then, he saw a figure in the backyard that he absolutely did not expect.

"Brother Lang, right? Hello, my name is Bai Ling, your new neighbor who moved next door."

(End of this chapter)