Siheyuan: In 1949, I Bought Ten Meat Buns

In the spring of 1949, snowflakes swept across Beiping. Fang Qin took off his police cap and brushed off the snow, then slapped several Gold Yuan notes down on a breakfast stall counter. He ordered half a jin of braised pork, a serving of stir-fried pork liver, and ten meat buns, all to go. The owner refused to take his money no matter what. Fang Qin gave a cold laugh. “You think I’m here to freeload? In times like these, the favor of a bowl of food is worth more than money.”