Republic of China Bun Shop

In 1928, ten-year-old Gao Xiuzhen sold steamed buns for her grandparents in an alley next to the French Concession in Shanghai. The neighbors laughed at her for being a poor girl from the Northeast, at the fact that her small building was named after a Portuguese gangster, and at the two toilets upstairs for showing off her dignity. But no one knew that there was a forty-eight-year-old actuary soul living in her body, and no one knew that the old inkstone left by her mother lit up at night: The exchange platform has been activated. No intelligence, no nonsense. Physical objects are exchanged for gold coins, and gold coins are exchanged for gold bars, grain, and tools that should not belong to this era. Instead of going to the pawn shop and being crushed into eight pieces, she squatted under the floor and dug Shanghai into her own inch by inch - secret passages ran from the bottom of the stove to the drainage ditch, drilled through the wall of the well into the next door, and extended from the base of the wall to the prison, the foreign-style building and the foot of the patrol room. The exits were hidden in the cracks of the pig pens, on the steps of the vegetable farm, on the backs of coal piles - the whole city was above her head, and the retreat was under her feet. The book of law belongs to others, and the steel seal belongs to others, but who dares to touch the Gao family—— Gao Xiuzhen only lifted the lid of the steamer and puffed out her breath: Want to chase someone away? Find the door first. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.