Siheyuan: the Salty Life of a Buyer

Monday, March 4, 1963, afternoon. Sijiu City, Nanluogu Lane, No. 95 Courtyard. Li Jun pushed his bicycle through the gate. A thin old man with white hair, wearing a pair of old glasses with white tape on the temples, who was tending to the flower pots full of onions and leeks that filled the east wing corridor, heard the movement and saw Li Jun coming in, especially when he saw the rib meat hanging on the bicycle handlebar, which was at least a kilogram upwards. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.