Dreaming back to 1949, the great powers were there to deceive us

As soon as it was light, Lao Hu asked someone to write a sign for sale and hang it on the door.

Then he took the gifts given by the three evils and went to the street to sell them.

Coincidentally, the rickshaw this time was the same one from yesterday, what a fate.

Liba, the cart driver, had a sad face all the way, feeling unlucky. A day's plan begins in the morning, and if he encounters bedbugs when going out, his whole day might be unlucky.

After walking a few streets, Lao Hu saw a pharmacy and shouted, "Stop at the pharmacy."

Liba was overjoyed, thinking that he could finally get rid of this living devil.

"Help me move the stuff into the pharmacy and wait for me."

Liba's good mood disappeared in an instant.

Lao Hu also understood Liba's concerns and casually took out a dollar and said, "I'll cover you for the whole day. Is that enough?"

"Enough, enough!"

The ocean is hard currency.

Although the Nationalist government stipulated that the gold yuan was the only legal currency, it was almost reduced to paper and no one wanted it. Everyone who got it spent it immediately. This resulted in all the gold yuan circulating in the market and would only increase, not decrease, thus further fueling inflation.

The name of the pharmacy is Guangshengtang. It covers an area of ​​about 70 to 80 square meters, which is not small.

"Boss, are you buying herbs?"

The shopkeeper was in his fifties, wore glasses and a long blue cloth gown, and was an old scholar.

"receive!"

"Let me make it clear first, I don't want gold yuan coupons!"

"As long as the stuff is genuine, it's easy to talk about."

Old Hu was overjoyed and laid out the things one by one.

The shopkeeper's face twitched a few times, but Lao Hu didn't notice.

"Give me an estimate?"

The shopkeeper was very well-mannered. After a careful inspection, he closed the shop door. This action scared Lao Hu, who thought it was a black shop. He gripped his pistol tightly and remained alert at all times.

Seeing that there was no one in front of the store, the shopkeeper pinched his beard and asked,

"Excuse me, where did you get this thing from? If it's stolen, we won't accept it!"

"It's definitely not stolen goods. You can see that I'm injured. This is a gift from someone else!"

The shopkeeper had already noticed that Hu Zhenhua was weak and had a strong smell of Western medicine on his body.

The thing is good, the shopkeeper is very interested and says,

"I want to accept it, but we don't have hard currency. If you accept gold yuan coupons..."

Hu Zhenhua's face turned black!

Gold Yuan Coupon, don’t think that just because it has the word “gold” in its name, it means you are related to gold!

Ordinary people don’t want it, let alone a time traveler like me!

He rolled up the cloth bag and shouted,

"Really? Don't even think about it!"

The shopkeeper grabbed Lao Hu's hand and explained,

"Brother, you know that since the issuance of gold yuan coupons on August 8th last year, the government has stipulated that all gold, silver dollars, and foreign currencies must be exchanged for gold yuan coupons. As a small boss, we must abide by the law!"

Hu Zhenhua suddenly remembered that this incident seemed to have been discussed in history class.

"Forget it, I won't sell it!"

The shopkeeper refused to give up, gritted his teeth and said,

"At worst, I'll borrow money from a loan shark!"

He paused and continued,

"Tiger bones are 300 yuan, wild ginseng is 200 yuan, and the rest are 100 yuan."

Hu Zhenhua was not satisfied with this price.

Based on purchasing power, the average monthly income of Shanghai residents should be around 10 to 20 dollars. If it weren't for inflation, it would be even higher.

Three hundred tiger bones are equivalent to the average annual income of citizens.

You know, this is tiger bone, and its normal value should be more than ten times the annual income of an ordinary citizen.

Besides, the wild ginseng, judging from its size, you can tell it’s very old. How could it be only two hundred?

They think that I, Old Hu, am a poor man who can't make a living.

“Why are the prices so low?”

“Follow the market!”

"Other things are priced out of this world, but these are life-saving medicines!"

"These are troubled times, and the least valuable thing is human life!"

Old Hu wanted to slap him in the face. Is this what a doctor who saves lives should say?

The medicine boy next to him puffed out his cheeks, looking bitter and resentful.

Hu Zhenhua was speechless and shouted, "It's a normal transaction, and I can't even bargain!"

The child couldn't stand it anymore and said angrily, "You stole my things and turned around to sell them. Why don't you just rob me of my money?"

Lao Hu: ￥@%%……

Those three beasts!

Hu Zhenhua was a little insecure, "Are these things yours?"

"Could it be yours?"

Old Hu felt so ashamed that his face turned red like a monkey's butt.

After a while, he finally spoke.

"In that case, this is considered to be returning the property to its original owner. Farewell!"

I really don't have the face to stay here any longer.

I came out to sell things, didn't make a penny, and still had to pay a dollar for the bus fare.

Lao Hu got on the rickshaw and was about to leave when the shopkeeper chased him out. He was also a little confused just now.

"Take care, little brother!"

A bag of cash was placed on the car, causing it to sink.

"What do you mean, shopkeeper?"

"My children are ignorant, please forgive me, I will take those things from you."

Lao Hu's face turned even redder. "I'm not in the same group with them."

"I believe it"

"How much is this?"

"two thousand!"

The old man felt very painful, but after all, the loss of two thousand dollars was much less than those medicinal herbs.

Old Hu weighed the package and found it heavy. "Okay, I'll take the money!"

He took out a piece and handed it to Lacherliba, "Keep your mouth shut!"

"sure!"

Liba was very happy and earned two dollars a day.

Old Hu picked up the package and handed it to the old man: "Now, I am donating these 1,999 yuan to your store. I hope you can use it to save lives and heal the wounded."

Without waiting for the old man to respond, Lao Hu shouted, "Go to the International Settlement!"

The International Settlement was abolished as early as January 1943. At that time, in order to resist fascism, Britain and the United States judged the situation and abandoned the unequal treaties signed with the Qing government. The Nationalist government withdrew the extralegal jurisdiction of foreign countries in the concessions.

Because only 6 years have passed, some people in Shanghai still call it the International Settlement.

Consulates and foreign banks of various countries remain.

Hu Zhenhua felt a little complicated.

Naval guns knocked open the door of China and colonized and enslaved this ancient land. However, the people in the public concessions lived a better life.

What a great irony.

In the future, the new China will allow the Chinese people to stand up straight again. However, the new red regime will have a hard time in governing the country.

Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Lao Hu would wonder if he had come to the wrong era.

The current world pattern has basically been formed. The United States has nuclear weapons. In four months, the polar bear's first atomic bomb will be successfully tested, and the territories of various countries will be basically determined.

Is it difficult to expand the territory?

What is the meaning of me, Old Hu, coming to this world?

Develop technology?

Don't be funny, you don't even understand the Pythagorean theorem.

Develop the economy?

That won’t work. I’ve only heard of the names of those economic principles.

Is it possible that I, Old Hu, can only live in a muddle-headed state and be like everyone else?

"Sir, we've arrived at the International Settlement. Where exactly are we going?"

Hu Zhenhua came to his senses and got out of the car.

"Wait here for me and see what's good."

"Yes, sir"

I'm not in the mood to sell the remaining cloth and other things, so I'll just put them aside for now.

Lao Hu walked, on the one hand to find a reasonable explanation for his boasting, on the other hand, he also wanted to visit the traces of history. In the future, China will destroy the four olds, and various ancient buildings will be destroyed beyond recognition.

Fuzhou Road, Jinling Road, Liuhe Road...

Huifeng Bank, Citibank...

St. John's Cathedral, Municipal Council...

Lao Hu walked for a whole morning and was tired, so he walked into a coffee shop.

In fact, his physical condition is not suitable for going out, but there is no way. In the adult world, there is no such thing as easy.

Before Hu Zhenhua sat down, he saw a familiar figure through the glass window.

Wang Cuicui!

At this time, Wang Cuicui, wearing coarse cloth clothes and holding a wooden basin, was forced into a corner by several cheongsam women in their thirties. The cheongsam women were surrounded by maids.

It seemed that they were surrounding and scolding Wang Cuicui.

Hu Zhenhua stood up and walked over.

After listening for a while, I roughly understood it.

Wang Cuicui found a laundry job at the home of one of the cheongsam women, but her husband seemed to have taken a fancy to Wang Cuicui. Before she could do anything, the tigress discovered the clues.

The tigress didn't dare to lose her temper at home, so she blocked Wang Cuicui outside and tried to drive her away.

Wang Cuicui asked for her wages, but didn't get a penny and was even scolded!

Lao Hu decided to be a scumbag and stand by and watch.

In half a month at most, the Red Army will cross the river, and by then, Wang Cuicui will be able to sing like a liberated serf.

Human destiny is so wonderful. If Wang Cuicui had stayed in Song Shouyi's house, as a landlord's wife, she would definitely be liquidated in the future.

Just as Lao Hu was about to leave, he saw the woman in the cheongsam about to attack.

She pulled out the silver hairpin, as if she wanted to destroy Wang Cuicui's appearance!

Old Hu couldn't stand it anymore, so he stepped forward, snatched the hairpin, and slapped him in the face.

Such a vicious woman deserves to be beaten.

The cheongsam woman fell to the ground, then burst into tears, cursing the sky and the earth.

Old Hu didn't bother to pay attention to her and pulled Wang Cuicui to leave.

Perhaps it was because the slap just now was too strong, causing external injuries, and my chest hurts badly.

Because of this delay, Hu Zhenhua and Wang Cuicui were surrounded.

They were the women who surrounded and scolded Wang Cuicui, using foul language and cursing non-stop.

These people should be old Shanghai people. Anyway, Lao Hu didn't quite understand what they said. They basically said how could a grown man hit a woman, and that she must be Wang Cuicui's mistress.

Wang Cuicui's face was red, probably because she was scolded.

Lao Hu's protective instinct erupted. When it came to a verbal battle, he naturally wouldn't lose. Those women probably had never heard of the words he used on the Internet.

But Lao Hu couldn't do that. Scolding a few women seemed a bit like bullying.

Revealing the gun handle at his waist, Lao Hu said coldly in a Modou dialect: "You want to die!"

Several women were frightened and fell to the ground, fleeing in panic.

Lao Hu suddenly remembered something and shouted, "Stop!"

Several women shivered and stopped where they were.

Old Hu looked at Wang Cuicui and asked, "How much wages do they owe you?"

Wang Cuicui stretched out three fingers.

Hu Zhenhua: "Thirty dollars, not a penny less!"

Several women were angry and started cursing on the spot without paying attention to Lao Hu's threats.

Old Hu ignored them and stared at them with wide eyes: "Do you have any objections?"

They didn't look like they had thirty dollars on them, so Lao Hu was very considerate: "If you don't have money, you can use jewelry as compensation!"

When they encounter live bandits, they can only admit defeat.

An emerald hairpin, a gold bracelet, a pair of pearl earrings, and an agate bracelet.

Lao Hu doesn’t know how much these things are worth.

That’s enough, it’s because Old Hu is a kind-hearted person.

The experience of blackmail made Lao Hu feel very strange.

There is a saying: If you have a gun, you can have granaries everywhere!

What a fucking world!

Hu Zhenhua handed the jewelry to Wang Cuicui and said, "Let's go somewhere else."

Wang Cuicui didn't answer. Looking at her eyes, Lao Hu felt something was wrong: Is she going to rely on me?

There is a psychological phenomenon that describes a strange mentality in which victims want to help the perpetrators of violence. What is it called?

This is probably the case with Wang Cuicui.

"You want to come with me?"

Hu Zhenhua asked very seriously. He was a bachelor in his previous life, so in this life, he had to get married and have sex.

Wang Cuicui answered very seriously, "Yes."

"Let's go then!"

Old Hu stepped forward and took Wang Cuicui's hand.

The little girl was a little shy, struggled for a few times, and then gave up.

Old Hu felt very emotional. He wondered how he could have been such a shameless person in his previous life and become a department-level cadre for more than 30 years.

I think I saw a tailor shop on Jinling Road just now. They happened to have a piece of silk. I will make a few clothes for Cuicui first, and then buy myself a Zhongshan suit. Then we will enter the bridal chamber tonight.

We are all people of the world, there is no need to be reserved.

Old Hu was thinking about how to explain it to Wang Cuicui.

This idea is indeed a bit beastly.

After thinking for a while, Lao Hu really couldn't speak. He decided to make clothes first and talk about the bridal chamber later.

I asked a runner to deliver the message, and soon a rickshaw arrived.

Old Hu helped Wang Cuicui get into the car and then sat down next to her.

The little girl was very pretty and spoke sweetly. The only thing that made Hu Zhenhua dissatisfied was her small feet. It was difficult for her to even stand, let alone walk.

In this evil old society, how could parents bear to do such a thing?

In the tailor shop, Wang Cuicui cooperated very well in measuring the size, while Lao Hu sat beside her and watched with a smile.

He felt a little guilty when he entered the store just now. What if the silk was robbed from this store?

Fortunately, Lao Hu was overthinking it.

After taking the measurements, Wang Cuicui helped Lao Hu pick out two sets of clothes, one set of long gown and scholar's clothing, and one set of Zhongshan suit.

Old Hu was stubborn and tried them on one by one.

This feeling is wonderful. From now on, someone will care about Lao Hu's food, clothing, housing and transportation.

The Zhongshan suit highlights Lao Hu's tall and straight body.

In an instant, Lao Hu was eager to hold a wedding ceremony with Wang Cuicui.

He looked up and saw a sky blue cheongsam. With Lao Hu's experience of seeing countless women, he thought it was definitely suitable for Wang Cuicui.

“I want that one.”

The shop owner was a man in his thirties, a bit effeminate, and he offered a lot of flattery, saying basically: Sir, you have good taste, this is the most popular style this season, it will definitely suit your wife.

Wang Cuicui blushed and went to the back to change.

Facts have proved that Lao Hu's vision is indeed good. After wearing the cheongsam, Wang Cuicui turned from an ugly duckling into a white swan.

It should not be said that the pearl is covered with dust, but that the pearl has regained its brilliance.

Wang Cuicui looked at the ribbon on Lao Hu's head, turned around and picked out another top hat.

A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle.

After all this dressing up, Lao Hu felt that he and Wang Cuicui were a good match.