I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

Hong Kong Island is prosperous, but not as prosperous as Shanghai.

During this period, Shanghai was known as the largest city in the Far East and one of the freest cities in the world. People called it the "Paris of the East".

Unfortunately, in these two prosperous Eastern lands, Chinese people are the lowest class.

Unlike the rickshaws that are everywhere in Shanghai, there is a row of neatly parked double sedans on the streets of Hong Kong Island.

The slender leg poles are pressed on the shoulders of the sedan bearers. When they stand up and walk, the single sedan in the middle shakes slightly and rhythmically. The passengers sitting in the sedan look down from above, with awe and envy from the people around them, and a sense of superiority naturally arises in their hearts.

It is said that it evolved because the British royal family liked to travel in sedan chairs.

Wei Miao walked out of West Street. There were many vendors on the street, and various snacks, with salted fish accounting for the majority.

She held a bowl of stinky tofu in her hand and looked towards the middle of Queen's Road in the distance.

The HSBC building is the main building there, with banks scattered around it.

So in Wei Miao's eyes, the area around the eye-catching white HSBC building is full of wealth and is mouth-watering.

Unfortunately, everything in the world has its own rules, and everything has cause and effect. A weakling like her cannot swallow up all this wealth for no reason.

Unless a lucky person like Lu Pingsheng has some plan.

Wei Miao swallowed the stinky tofu in his mouth and stood in front of the small stall with a pineapple bun in his hand. He looked at the fried red and crispy large intestine rolls and his saliva was watering.

The lady with a round face frying large intestines was chatting with her teenage daughter who was skewering large intestines on bamboo sticks next to the stall.

"The intestines of the pork Hua family today don't seem to be fresh. I feel like they come from a sick pig."

The teenage girl had dark and shiny cheeks. She glanced at Wei Miao, who was eating pineapple buns and stinky tofu, and quickly said in Hong Kong dialect:

"Mom, we have guests!"

The plump and sleek mother didn't even look at Wei Miao, "You're a foreigner, you won't understand."

The girl heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that Wei Miao was not affected at all.

“I’m afraid that Uncle Hua’s Delou family won’t be able to slaughter and sell pigs anymore.” The girl said dejectedly.

The plump grandma opened her mouth to curse, but the words turned into a sigh.

"I told Zhu Rouhua a long time ago that the Lou family is from this place. They served as lackeys for the British decades ago. Now it has been passed to Director Lou. Although it is not as prosperous as when the old man was here, it is enough to dominate this area..."

The girl put the skewered pig intestines neatly together and muttered softly:

"You can't let a teenage girl go to an old man for a ghost marriage."

The round-faced mother turned her head and glared at her, then began to teach her:

"You should learn the skill of frying sausage from your mother. After two years, I hope to find a husband. It is enough to live a peaceful life. Don't complain all the time."

When a girl hears about marriage, she always becomes shy, lowers her head and pretends to be busy, no longer talking about the previous topic.

Wei Miao felt sorry when he saw that there was no gossip to listen to.

Her fried pig intestines were ready, and Yuanrun's mother brushed them with sauce quickly. After handing her three skewers of pig intestines, she said in somewhat broken Mandarin:

"Five cents."

Wei Miao sighed in his heart, as expected, compared to the prices of other commodities, the prices are still the highest in Shanghai.

She took out a red Hong Kong dollar and said sweetly:

"No need for change, another fifty cents."

Yuanrun A-ma looked at the Hong Kong dollars and asked tentatively:

"Do you have any silver dollars?"

Wei Miao shook his head, puffed up his cheeks and said:

"The mainland now uses legal tender, and banks in Hong Kong can only exchange Hong Kong dollars."

Aunt Yuanrun carefully put the money away and continued to put the pig intestines into the frying pan.

It can be seen that although ordinary people in the market do not have much knowledge, they also know that gold and silver are the most valuable.

After the mainland's currency reform last year, Hong Kong took the opportunity to unify the private paper currency market and launched the Hong Kong dollar.

After the Hong Kong dollar was launched, the three major banks led by HSBC began to recycle gold coins and silver dollars in large quantities.

The gold and silver were then shipped back to the country and sold, exchanged for pounds. The pounds obtained became foreign exchange, increasing their bargaining chips internationally.

After a round of no-cost transactions, the gold and silver in Hong Kong Island disappeared, leaving only printed banknotes, while Britain made a huge profit.

While Wei Miao was taking a shower and admiring Zi Zi's quick mind, he was eating while keeping a clear eye on the mother and daughter, wanting to hear more information.

Amid the crackling sound of frying, Yuanrun's mother wiped the grease from her hands on her body and could not help but continue to say to her daughter:

"I heard that Mr. Lou has repainted the old man's coffin. I'm afraid he can't escape this time."

The girl with intestines lowered her head and cried, "Sister Afu can't survive either."

The mother and daughter looked at each other in silence.

Wei Miao was really curious, so he swallowed the fragrant intestines in his mouth and said:

"After failing to get married, do I have to be buried with the deceased?"

"Ouch!"

Wei Miaogang's words scared Yuanrun's mother so much that her chopsticks that were flipping the skewers fell into the oil pan and she screamed in surprise.

The black-faced girl wearing the skewer also looked up at the half-grown boy in front of her, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"A-zai, can you speak Cantonese?" The round-faced aunt regained her expression and asked curiously.

Wei Miao smiled with dimples on her face. The days on the island were enough for her to learn it.

"I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I just met Mr. Wei and Mrs. Lou early in the morning when they were out, and I heard the neighbors telling me about the Lou family's story, so I became curious."

The young man in front of me has red lips and white teeth, and his eyebrows and eyes are curved when he smiles, which makes people feel good about him.

Before the round-faced sister-in-law could speak, her daughter next to her said:

"I spent 500 yuan on the house as a betrothal gift, and I don't want a dowry..."

Wei Miao knew that this kind of operation was equivalent to telling the world and the bride's family that the betrothal gift was a life-saving payment.

Once you enter your husband’s family, you are no longer your wife’s family.

Perhaps it was really because of the grief of the rabbit's death that both the mother and daughter were in no mood to talk anymore.

Just at this time, two rickshaws stopped at the intersection.

Mrs. Lou's plump cheeks in the car were full of anger.

"You bastard, I told dad he's unreliable!"

The servant held the chubby child in his arms and whispered to comfort him:

"Miss, the gentleman is also working for the master..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was slapped by the eldest lady, "You are a traitor!"

After being beaten, the servant quickly bowed his head to apologize. The three-year-old child in his arms found it very funny and started giggling.

Mrs. Lou held the other child with some difficulty. It was a winter street and soon beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"What are you standing there for? Go home and ask someone to pick you up. Are you really going to let me go home with my baby right after I finish my confinement?"

After she finished speaking, she expressed her resentment. If the man surnamed Wei had not said that the place was not far away and there was no need to bring a group of people with her, how could she have ended up in such a mess?

At the same time, he blamed his grandfather in his heart. The family had a good income and was willing to spend money to build a cemetery, but was unwilling to buy a car.

The family’s money is placed in the tomb. Could it be possible that the ancestors could spend the living people’s money?

She also thought that the reason she went out this time was to check out a place for a wedding for the seriously ill old man, and resentment was building up in her heart.

Mrs. Lou looked down at the man in her arms whose features were similar to that man's, and bit her lip and cursed.

The old man should have died long ago. If he had died earlier, she would not have lost her beloved.