Back to the Republic of China to open a department store

The first winter after coming to this world came unknowingly in the busyness of every day.

When the first snowflake fell on the shoulder of Luo Xiazhi who was rushing from the construction site to the Ministry of Industry, he raised his head and saw these white elves constantly falling from the gray sky, and then said belatedly : "Ale, it's already winter."

"Master, you are so busy that you have lost your head. How many days have you been wearing this winter coat? Don't you feel cold after being so busy?"

Holding the document, Ah Le said dumbfounded.

"That's right, in Shanghai in this era, there is a lot of snow in winter..."

Stretching out his hand, looking at the slender snowflakes falling on his palm, Luo Xiazhi turned his head with a smile, "Ale, is this the first snow of this year? We won't go to the Ministry of Industry, let's go!"

"Where are you going? Slow down, master!"

"Of course it's snowing to buy fried chicken and beer!"

"Master, why do you have to fry the chicken so delicious? Master, if you want to eat chicken, go home and ask the kitchen to prepare chicken soup, ask Aunt Li to add angelica red ginseng and wolfberry, and make it up for you? Besides, then How can you drink beer on a cold day? Of course you have to drink warm Shaoxing rice wine."

"Ale...you are so boring!"

After talking about the chickens and ducks of the two eras for a while, Luo Xiazhi finally compromised with this era - he decided to buy a roast chicken, a bottle of Shaoxing Huang, and go to Nanyang Boys' High School to find Gu Hanlin for a drink!

At the beginning of the month, Mr. Gu finally allowed his youngest son to go home, so that the principal of this dignified national middle school would not freeze to death on the streets of Shanghai in late autumn because of lack of autumn clothes.

It was not Gu Hanlin who told him the news, but all the people in Shanghai knew it at the same time—Mr. Gu repeated his tricks and published a revelation in the newspaper. The content was very short, with only four words in the text:

go home for dinner.

Signed by Xinglinyuan Gu Jishi.

When Luo Xiazhi saw this page of the newspaper, he was having breakfast, laughing so much that he almost stuck the fritters in his throat.

This Mr. Gu is really a wonderful person. If he was born 100 years later, he would be more than enough to be a moderator of the forum.

Luo Xiazhi became very emotional and decided to give up the car and walk all the way to school on the snow, so as to have the feeling of the ancients walking on the snow to find friends.

It was so bitter that Ah Le carried the food box and complained endlessly.

"Master, let's go to school through the alley on Fourth Avenue, so we can get there sooner. Otherwise, the roast chicken won't be cold yet?"

"Fuzhou Road? Well, I haven't been there yet!"

Luo Xiazhi has been obsessed with construction work since he came to this world, and he has never been to this famous road in Shanghai Beach.Deciding to choose a date is worse than bumping into it, and it is better to go shopping today.

Walking on this wide street, Luo Xiazhi looked at the shops lined up on both sides and the banners with advertisements waving in the air, and the rickshaw driver beside him ran past him quickly, pulling the "female lady" who was on a "business trip". The next burst of fragrance of powder made me amazed constantly.

Fuzhou Road, commonly known as Four Horse Road.Later generations know that "Four Horse Road" is famous for "Book Residence" and "Changsan Hall", and may misunderstand that this place is a place where dirt is hidden.In fact, whether it is in old Shanghai or Shanghai more than 100 years later, Fuzhou Road is famous for its large number of bookstores, newspaper offices, and printing offices.

The small buildings standing next to the clear or elegant bookstore are the sacred places for fireworks such as "Qinglian Pavilion" and "Xiaoxuan Building".The scholar in suits and leather shoes just turned around from the crowd of wits, and met a beautiful woman. This spontaneous layout is simply amazing.

In addition to "Book Apartments" and "Bookstores", there are countless teahouses, theaters, bookstores, and dance halls along the road.Compared with the main road with only buying and selling shops in front, this fourth road is simply a playground, which makes people dizzy.

Luo Xiazhi looked dazzled, but unfortunately, his foot slipped, he staggered, and bumped into a pedestrian on the side.

"Stinking rogue!"

He just wanted to apologize, but the woman who didn't want to be bumped didn't give him a chance to explain, and beat him up and down. He had no choice but to take a few steps back with his head in his hands.

"Smelly hooligans dare to take advantage of my mother? Blind your eyes! Do you think my mother is the girl from the 'Qinglian Pavilion'? Sisters, come out and beat the hooligans!"

This girl didn't count if she won the singles, but she actually planned to fight in groups.As she yelled, the courtyard door behind her opened wide, and a group of young girls with weapons rushed out, glaring at Luo Xiazhi.

Yes, weapons - from Luo Xiazhi's visual inspection, there are flower guns, hammers, axes, sticks, and maybe Fang Tian's painted halberd.

It turned out that there was a theater behind this girl, and the girl he bumped into just now was Daomadan in this theater troupe.

The geographical location of this theater building is not very good. Unfortunately, one of the left and right sides is "Shuyu" and the other is "Changsantang".Therefore, there are often guests who come in and out of their house and treat them as members of the women's troupe... The girls here are also twisted together, and once a prodigal son comes to the door, they will fight back with force.

No, with this kill, he killed his "employee".

"Boss, this is a misunderstanding, they didn't recognize you."

Luo Xiazhi covered his head and was invited to the living room by the troupe's head, followed by an angry Ale, and beside him stood seven or eight young girls holding weapons, standing against the corner of the wall at a loss.

"Are you still holding flower guns? Hurry up and throw them away!"

The head teacher was a woman around 40 years old, who gently led Luo Xiazhi to sit on the chair, and sternly shouted at the girls as soon as she turned her head.

Immediately, the ground was "crackling" and piled up with weapons, and a girl with a bit of eyesight ran out to pour tea.

"That's right, my father gave me a theater, but I actually forgot."

Putting down his hands covering his head, Luo Xiazhi turned his head and looked around the main room. He saw these girls and the statue of Tang Minghuang enshrined on the side of the main room—this is the patriarch of Liyuanhang, and he remembered Luo Zhenhua's will There seems to be a theatre.

He didn't have any research on drama at first, so he didn't love it. During this period of time, he was just obsessed with the preparation of a department store, and he completely forgot about this theater building.It turns out that there is a Shaoxing opera troupe resident in this theater building, and his father Luo Zhenhua is still the major shareholder of this theater troupe.

Luo Xiazhi thought for a while, and asked the class leader, "My mother's surname is Bai, her name is Fenghuang, and she used to sing Shaoxing Yue opera."

"Ah, are you actually the son of Junior Sister?"

The class leader took the teacup from the little girl and handed it to Luo Xiazhi, and looked him up and down in surprise, "Like...really like, these eyes are so vivid, they are exactly the same as my junior sister?"

"You know my mother?"

"I'm her senior sister, and my stage name is Bai Shuixian. This is the 'Xiantao Class' where your mother used to sing! Did your mother never mention us to you?"

"My mother... didn't mention it."

Facing the other party's expectant gaze, Luo Xiazhi shook his head awkwardly.

As long as her mother mentioned the theater building and troupe, she wouldn't just remember it now.Speaking of which, my mother clearly knew that he inherited the theater troupe she used to be in, so why didn't she mention it to herself?

It turned out that the troupe leader was Bai Fenghuang's senior sister back then, but now she is too old to sing, and she is not married, so she becomes the troupe leader and leads a group of girls to continue singing.

The head teacher drove the girls out, and after closing the door, he looked at Luo Xiazhi in embarrassment.

"East..."

"You are my mother's senior sister, and naturally my elder. You should be called Xiao Xia."

"Okay, okay, what a good boy, my junior sister is really blessed..."

The two chatted for about an hour, and Luo Xiazhi learned that the recent situation of the troupe was very bad.The main reason is that no matter whether it is Luo Zhenhua before or him now, they are indifferent to this theater.

When Luo Zhenhua was there, he still remembered that a sum of money was allocated every month to maintain the operation of the theater, but when he came to him, he completely forgot about it.

In the first few years, there were still a few corner scenes, but one after another, some got married, some were poached by other theaters, and the Luo family did not give them extra money to buy new disciples. The number of people is so small that it can't even support a similar play.

In addition, more and more Shaoxing opera troupes have come to Shanghai from Shengzhou to sing operas in the past two years.

To make matters worse, Luo Xiazhi completely forgot about them, and did not allocate funds to the garden. The operation of this theater troupe has become a big problem, and it seems that it is almost impossible to solve it.Fortunately, Luo Xiazhi brought a roast chicken (?) today, they haven't eaten meat for a long time.

"I will ask someone to make up the money for you. There are still two months before the Chinese New Year, and the New Year's festival fee will be paid in advance."

Rorschach said with shame.

"Master, to tell you the truth... I am getting old and want to go back to my hometown. Years ago, my nephew was going to pick me up and go back to Shaoxing."

"what?"

Rorschach was taken aback.

Is it okay?

Bai Shuixian wiped away her tears, "This group of girls grew up in an opera garden, and they know nothing but singing, but now they can't continue singing. What will they do when I leave? So they can leave A few of them are gone, these are poor children who have signed the deed of prostitution, and I can't bear to sell them."

"Young master! Please do me a favor, think of a way, and keep these girls! There is no way for their families to sell them into theater troupes. There is really nowhere to go!"

"Master, please!"

"Master, we were wrong for beating you just now, please don't sell us!"

At this moment, the door of the main room was pushed open, and the seven or eight girls stood outside, crying to Luo Xiazhi with tears in their eyes.

It turned out that they were eavesdropping outside just now, because they were afraid that the young master who was beaten by them just now would harden his heart and sell them... to the next few rooms.

The mothers in those halls have coveted them for a long time, and they would rather die than go to that kind of place.

"This this……"

Luo Xiazhi didn't expect that he just wanted to eat a chicken on the night of the first snow, and he made such a mess!

The author has something to say: good luck, eat chicken tonight