High Score Movie Life

Chapter 57 Cixi Era
While He Shen endured the drastic changes in his body, he listened to the system assistant Xiao Fei's mission announcement without any emotion.

"This trip through the movie world "Teahouse"."

"Movie Difficulty: Hard."

"Playing the Role: Wang Lifa."

"System mission: run Yutai Teahouse until liberation."

"System rewards: Randomly obtain gifts from the real world, which may be rights, money, fame, knowledge, diplomas, shares, etc."

"Mission Note: If the teahouse is banned, occupied or bankrupt midway, the mission will be a failure."

"Player, please run this teahouse carefully, Xiao Fei will leave first."

After a while, the pain in his body finally disappeared. He Shen slowly sat up from the bed and moved his body carefully.

Not to mention that he is much stronger than before, and his height has also increased a lot. As for the series of problems caused by the body change, the system has already planned it for him.

According to habit, He Shen first scanned the surroundings carefully, but saw a dilapidated, decayed, and dark room.

The roof has a post-and-beam structure similar to that of a tiled house, and there are dust and spider webs between the wooden beams. Fortunately, the windows are not open, otherwise the dust will fly with the strong wind.

Most of the furniture in the house is shabby, including a square table, two stools, and a row of wardrobes against the wall.

As for the bed under him, it should be called a kang. It consists of dozens of adobe bricks built in a circle and covered with wooden boards. If the mattress is thin, it will be a bit uncomfortable for the buttocks.

To be honest, the conditions are indeed difficult, but it is also a shelter from the wind and rain, which is much better than those beggars who start out sleeping on the streets.

Putting aside the material conditions for the time being, He Shen felt that he should first study the world he traveled through and how to complete the system tasks.

He had watched the movie "Teahouse" when he was very young, and probably remembered the plot. After all, it was an immortal masterpiece left by Mr. Lao She, and he really did not dare to forget its origins.

A teahouse is a society. Through the rise and fall of teahouses, Mr. Lao She describes a picture of the old times for us.

Now in the Wuxu period, the Manchu dynasty continues to weaken, and the power of imperialism is gradually encroaching deeper.

The reform movement headed by Kang Youwei, Liang Qichao, and Tan Sitong was brutally suppressed by the diehards, and the story begins here.

As for the system task that requires running the teahouse until liberation, it seemed very simple at first, but when you think about it carefully, it is not so.

Because it is very difficult for ordinary people to survive in this cannibalistic society. As the saying goes: "I would rather be a peace dog than a person in troubled times."

In today's era, the people at the bottom are like grassroots, being manipulated by life and death at will.

Let’s not talk about the high-ranking Manchu dignitaries. Even local policemen can destroy their families.

The former shopkeeper of the teahouse, Wang Lifa, survived for many years by relying on caution and humiliation, but in the end his family property was taken away and he hanged himself.

But with He Shen's temperament, let alone groveling, even if you flatter him, it depends on whether he is happy or not.

Another thing you need to pay attention to is don’t talk about state affairs!

He Shen went through the entire plot in detail, but seemed to have missed something and couldn't remember it for a while.

Suddenly a greeting came from outside the door: "Shopkeeper, are you up?"

The person who spoke was Li San, a waiter in the teahouse. Wang Lifa had been working here when his father was still alive.

He Shen shouted back in a loud voice: "Get up."

The door of the room was pushed open, and Li San walked in with a bowl of fried noodles hunched over his waist, "Shopkeeper, I made a bowl of rotten pork noodles for you to try."

"Put it on the table!"

He Shen found a shabby coat from the kang and put it on himself, dragging his cloth shoes to the table.

An ancient white porcelain bowl was filled with white noodles. There was no sign of rotten meat.

I picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. The taste was extremely bland.

Perhaps seeing that He Shen was not interested in eating, Li San reminded him: "Would you like a bowl of tea?" To be honest, the noodles were really hard to swallow and filled his mouth in a moment. He Shen, who was speechless for a while, could only wave at him. .

Li San turned around and walked out of the house.

Then he came in carrying a teapot, picked up the tea bowl on the table and poured He Shen a cup.

"Shopkeeper, don't choke. Let's drink some tea."

He Shen picked up the tea bowl and took a big sip before swallowing the noodles in his mouth. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart why the noodles were so unpalatable!
Looking at the large bowl on the table, he lost his appetite at all.

He turned around and greeted Li San: "You go out and do your work first. The teahouse will open soon."

After Li San went out, He Shen picked up the tea bowl and took another sip, thinking that he might as well go out and buy some for breakfast!
The room He Shen lived in was on the side of the teahouse hall. There was a counter right outside the room. He took out the key and opened the cabinet door. There were several account books and a money bag inside.

He picked up the money bag and weighed it. He estimated that there were a hundred or so coins in it.

Of course, he didn't just have these copper coins, he also had some broken silver and Guangxu Yuanbao hidden in the house.

Seeing that Li San had finished wiping the table, He Shen greeted him: "Li San, open the door!"

"Alright, shopkeeper."

As Li San dismantled the door panels piece by piece, He Shen sat at the counter and began to think about how to do business.

There is a big teahouse like this in every city. They not only sell tea, but also simple snacks and meals.

The noble people who play with birds come here to rest their legs, drink tea, and let the birds perform and sing after walking enough thrushes and yellow birds every day.

As for those who discuss matters, those who talk about matchmaking, there is always a shortage of three teachings and nine streams.

But in these days, everything is turbulent, including this teahouse. From time to time, officials arrest people and fights occur.

Fortunately, Wang Lifa knows how to look and behave, so he can survive every disaster.

However, it seems unrealistic to make a fortune just by running a teahouse. It seems that we should start some side business.

After a while, the teahouse was filled with people one after another. As usual, He Shen imitated Wang Lifa and said a few polite words to the guests.

Besides, all of them are regular customers, so as long as the etiquette is in place, no one can find fault.

However, some guests need his special attention. For example, there are a few people who like to talk nonsense about state affairs, and he has to go up and persuade them.

In addition, the craftsmen who want to sell singing and selling skills here need to be carefully selected, and they must not disturb the guests' elegance.

The dignitaries who come here especially like to be quiet. If they are not greeted well, it will ruin the place.

Soon several celebrities arrived one after another.

"Hey! Second Master Song and Fourth Master Chang, you are auspicious."

He Shen was happy today and saw everything new, so he became polite.

Mr. Chang Si has great momentum, straightforward temperament and good physical strength.

He started by saying, "Xiao Wang, your business is pretty good!"

"Thanks to you regular patrons for taking care of me."

Second Master Song on the side was timid and fearful, his body was trembling with weakness, and he showed his orchid fingers to He Shen: "Go and get busy, don't worry about us two."

"okay!"

He Shen helped the two of them hang the bird on the beam in the hall. Before leaving, he asked one more question: "Did you bring the tea yourself?"

Second Master Song said in a strange voice: "Come on!"

(End of this chapter)