I am He Yuzhu in Siheyuan

He Yuzhu has been very busy recently, but he is very happy with his busyness. He works overtime every day to earn money, and his cooking skills are also improving by leaps and bounds. In addition to the family-inherited Tan family dishes, he practices other skills every day.

Maozi is very easy to serve. His style is a bit rough, the flavor is well-seasoned, the portions are larger, and there is more meat. Only two vegetables need to be served each time, and both the host and the guests are delighted.

The weather was getting colder, so on my day off, I went to a tailor shop to make two cotton-padded jackets and trousers for myself and Yu Shui, and bought two "Air Force hats" at the supply and marketing cooperative.

With the end of the strong pressure of martial law, the street offices were short-staffed, power was decentralized, and the era of coupons came. People began to focus on the mundane aspects of life, and trivial frictions began to arise between neighbors. . . .

Jia family, "Dongxu, we don't have enough food at home again. Let's see if we can find someone else to exchange some for food." Qin Huairu said to Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu rubbed his face tiredly, thought for a while and said,

"I'll go and find Sha Zhu to exchange the two kilograms of fine grain coupons at home to see if I can get some more corn flour. People in their canteen don't need coupons to eat at the factory, so I'll see if he has any leftovers.

Jia Zhang was eating cornmeal porridge with her head down, not saying a word.

She was a rural hukou. When the land was just divided after liberation, she coveted the rural land and was unwilling to change to an urban hukou. In the past few years, her brothers in her hometown sent her a lot of food and local specialties every year. So she lived a very comfortable life, and her figure was almost the same as in the drama.

In the current planned economy, there is no quota for rural household registration, and she is unwilling to return to the countryside to work. The trend is now that the countryside is preparing for collectivization, and the land will be collectively managed. In the family, only Jia Dongxu has a quota.

In the past few months, all the food she had stored had been eaten up, and she had to rely on exchanging fine grains for coarse grains. It was already very difficult for her son to support her, and she didn't dare to add to the trouble.

The Yan family, "Old Yan, the food at home is running out. Jiecheng, it's time to eat again after liberation. Do you think we can think of a solution?"

"Yan Bugui was originally a small business owner. Although his family fell into poverty, they were still able to make ends meet.

The coupon era arrived, and everything required a ticket. They had to live frugally, and their family ate more and more vegetarian food. They hadn't seen fine grains for a long time. His son was becoming more and more hungry, and he had four children, so he felt life was becoming more and more difficult.

"Now everyone has a fixed amount. From now on, when we eat at home, everyone will have a fixed amount. It must be divided well and fairly. I will go to Lao Yi's house to exchange for some corn flour. Let's live like this for now."

He Yuzhu's family lived the same life as before. There were only two people in the family, and they had to eat a certain amount of food. He didn't have to pay for meals in the cafeteria, and the fine grains and meat coupons in the family were used by his sister. There was also grain and poultry in the space, but the door was closed more tightly during meals.

"Silly Zhu! Are you home?"

He Yuzhu opened the door and saw that it was Jia Dongxu. "Brother Jia, what's the matter so late? Come in and talk."

Jia Dongxu came into the room, He Yuzhu poured him a cup of tea, held the cup with both hands, and said

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, but your aunt and sister-in-law have rural household registration, so they don't have any rations. Banggeng follows your sister-in-law's household registration, so he won't have any rations in the future. Now, our family doesn't have enough food, so we want to ask you to help us with some."

"Oh, sure. Brother Jia, please adjust it however you want."

"I still have two kilograms of fine grain coupons, two taels of meat coupons, and 5000 yuan. Can I exchange them for 10 kilograms of corn flour?"

"Well, okay, Brother Jia asked, change it, I'll go get it for you."

Jia Dongxu took the corn flour home, poured it into the jar, shook it a few times, and returned the bag. When he got home, he said,

"I traded 10 kilograms of corn flour with Sha Zhu. It should be enough for this month. I'll see if I can find some more from my co-workers in the factory."

Qin Huairu put the stick on the kang and prepared some water for Jia Dongxu to wash his feet.

At this time, Jia Zhang spoke up;

"This idiot Zhu, he doesn't need a ticket in the cafeteria, he should have brought the ticket to our house. He has been our neighbor for so many years, but he doesn't even take the initiative to help us. He is such a fool."

"Okay, Mom, stop talking. We didn't help him when his father passed away two years ago. Why should he help us? I plan to buy some things next month, take the old man as my teacher, learn the skills well, and try to get a raise."

"Worship that old, ex-wife Yi Zhonghai? No, he has no children, so he's probably destined to be extinct in the future. What will you do if he relies on you when he's old?"

"Mom, don't say that anymore. Let's take care of the present first. Our family can't make ends meet now. Besides, even if I go to be your disciple, they may not accept me."

"Why wouldn't he accept it, this old man? My son is so outstanding, why would he do that?'

Under Jia Dongxu's gaze, Jia Zhang's voice became smaller and smaller.

After washing his feet, Jia Dongxu wiped them with a cloth, then lay on the kang and covered his head with the quilt. Qin Huairu took the foot washing water, went out and poured it out, closed the door, blew out the candle, and the room was dark.

"At the end of the month, Xu Fugui and his son each pushed a bicycle with peppers, garlic, mushrooms, and an old hen on the back, and walked through the gate.

Yan Bugui was watering the flowers. When he saw this, his eyes lit up and he went to meet him.

"Lao Xu, Damao, are you back from the countryside?"

Before Xu's father could say anything, Xu Damao couldn't help showing off.

"Of course, the Propaganda Department's mission is to go to the countryside to serve the people. See? These local specialties are given to us by the villagers as a thank you."

Father Xu glared at Xu Damao and said, "Uncle, don't listen to Damao's nonsense. Take this bunch of mushrooms and try them."

"Oh, I don't feel comfortable about this. Damao is really becoming more and more promising." Yan Bugui said it beautifully, and his hands were not vague at all. He took it with both hands with a smile on his face.

After the Xu family father and son left, Yan Bugui couldn't help but look towards the gate.

There is only one bottom line, and it comes countless times. He seemed to have opened the door to a new world, and from then on, it was out of control.

In the evening, Jia Dongxu brought two bottles of wine and half a pound of meat, and knelt at the door of Yi Zhonghai's house under the gaze of the people in the compound, calling "Master".

Yi Zhonghai hurried out and helped Jia Dongxu up. From then on, Jia Dongxu became Yi Zhonghai's disciple and they became master and apprentice.

After several months of hard work, He Yuzhu applied for a salary of 35 yuan, approved by Li Huaide, with a 2 yuan overtime allowance and various overtime allowances. His salary exceeded 40 yuan.

The leader was happy with the meal and with a wave of his hand, all kinds of non-staple food tickets were given out as rewards, making He Yushui so happy that she couldn't open her eyes every day. He Yuzhu also gave her 5 yuan in pocket money every month, making her small treasury increasingly full.

On the winter solstice, He Yuzhu arrived in the kitchen and saw the canteen director waiting. After seeing him, he said to him, "Director Li wants to see you."

In the Logistics Office, He Yuzhu knocked on the door.

"Please come in!"

"Director Li, you're looking for me?"

"He Yuzhu, Zhuzi, you can call him that."

"Well, just tell me if you have any questions, leader." He Yuzhu said neither arrogantly nor humbly.

"Okay! This Sunday, I'm meeting a friend at home, and I'd like to invite you to come over and cook. I wonder if you're free."

"Okay, the boss will ask someone to show me the way and come up with a menu that day, and I'll prepare it in advance."

"Well, your cafeteria director will take you there when the time comes."

He Yuzhu returned to the kitchen, thinking that Director Li was indeed amazing. He had established a firm foothold within a few months and was now beginning to develop his influence.

Of course, I was also looking forward to my first private job. In the play, after Lou Xiao'e left, Sha Zhu's salary receipts were collected by the widow. In a few years, he saved up a TV set through private jobs and had some money left. I should not be worse off than him.

After noon, He Yuzhu started pickling kimchi as usual.

Sichuan pickles are well-known throughout the country. They are easy to preserve, cheap, and taste good. They are served with steamed corn bread and are well received by the whole factory. There are many workers in the steel rolling mill, and more are consumed every day, so they need to be pickled in advance.

I got off work early today. On my way home, I saw Yu Shui and his friend running wildly in the snow, setting off a small firecracker. He saw me from a distance and shouted, "Brother!"

Then he suddenly thought of something, saw the mud spots on his body, and quickly ran to the alley.