The conspiracy of the courtyard

He Yuzhu opened the lunch box again, smelled it, and swallowed his saliva. Seeing that regretful expression, Lu Zixuan really wanted to tell him his guess, but he held back because he was afraid that the matter was too big and He Yuzhu couldn't bear it.

He Yuzhu still made up his mind and said:

"How about I make you something else? I eat this? It's a shame to waste it. Besides, so many people ate it and no one seemed to have any problems. It should be okay to just eat it this time, right?"

Seeing that He Yuzhu was so persistent, Lu Zixuan simply said, "Uncle, do you know how Jinbao's grandfather died in the yard next door?"

"Jin Bao next door? His grandfather is? Ah? This, this, this, you mean, this dish, no, this seasoning contains blessing, longevity... what is that?

Wait, let me take a break. Let me stroke it, stroke it... This, this is a little bit not, can't, no, I just can't believe it..."

He Yuzhu was stunned at first, then he felt a buzzing in his brain, his spine went cold, his legs trembled slightly, his lips turned pale, and he spoke with a trembling voice.

Then he sat on the stool to calm down and continued:

"That makes sense. No wonder they are all repeat customers. Most people only eat those dozen dishes. That means my master didn't lose at all. He left because he was afraid of being implicated.

No wonder the master kept telling me to pack up quickly and go to Emei Restaurant. He saw through the trick.

What should I do then? Should I still go? Xuanxuan, you must believe your uncle. He is definitely not involved in this matter. This is something that can cost lives.

So what should we do? This beast surnamed Zhao is going to destroy so many people. We can’t let this bastard hurt people again. Xuanxuan, what do you think we should do with this son of a bitch? "

At the end of the conversation, He Yuzhu actually felt a sense of chivalry.

Seeing that He Yuzhu had recovered, Lu Zixuan said calmly:

"Don't worry, I'm just suspicious. Let's finish our meal first and then report it. I don't know who is in charge of this matter, why don't we report it directly to the Military Control Commission."

"Okay, how about we go out to eat some noodles? The noodles are a little slow to make now, we have to report it quickly, we can't see this thing hurting people again," He Yuzhu asked uncertainly.

Lu Zixuan suggested, "Okay, let's put the dish at home first. If we bring the dish to a restaurant, they will kick us out. Let's put it on the floor first. If we put it on the table, it will be bad if my aunt comes back and eats it."

He Yuzhu was in a hurry to report and had no time to care about these things. He agreed casually and just urged them to leave quickly.

After leaving the house, Lu Zixuan felt like he had forgotten something. He remembered it halfway through and said:

"Uncle, did you leave the door unlocked? No one is coming into the house, right?"

He Yuzhu confidently replied: "That's impossible. We only have a few clothes worth a little money. Who would go? Besides, there are always people in the yard."

The two hurriedly finished their meal and ran directly to the Military Control Commission to report. He Yuzhu was about to tell the guard that he wanted to report, but Lu Zixuan spoke first:

"Hello uncle, please find the little pony soldier, Chen Ping from Nanluoguxiang Sub-district Office, and report the situation to him."

The soldiers on duty were going to warn and drive away a young man with a child. But when they heard the familiar name Chen Ping, who was from the street office, they didn't dare to be careless and immediately informed the guard to go look for the person.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Ma ran out of the yard and looked around for someone at the door. He Yuzhu walked up to him holding Lu Zixuan, but Lu Zixuan didn't let He Yuzhu speak.

He said directly: "Uncle Xiao Ma, do you still recognize me? Do you still remember the story of Qin Baogen, the son of Chen Ping from the Street Office?"

Xiao Ma looked at Lu Zixuan carefully, and after a long while he forced a smile and said:

"Oh, I remember now. Didn't your mother say she had something to report? Why didn't I see her?"

Seeing that Xiao Ma recognized him, Lu Zixuan relaxed his guard a little, and then he was relieved and said slowly:

"Uncle Xiao Ma, don't worry. This is my uncle He Yuzhu, 17 years old, an apprentice at Hongbinlou. He encountered some unreasonable things in the restaurant, which should be quite serious and involve many people.

I don't dare to discuss it with others, nor do I dare to make random guesses. You have seen a lot of things, so I would like to ask you for your opinion. Do you have time to listen to our suspicions?"

Xiao Ma initially thought something serious had happened and was quite nervous. But when he heard Lu Zixuan say that he wanted to ask a question, he relaxed and softened his tone, saying:

"Okay, you are so young, but you are so eloquent. You are indeed Chen Ping's son. Then go ahead and tell me. I will check for you."

Seeing that Xiao Ma was no longer nervous, Lu Zixuan felt relieved and turned to He Yuzhu and said:

"Then please tell me what happened after Master Zhao went to the restaurant, and also tell Uncle Xiao Ma about our suspicions."

As He Yuzhu was talking, Xiao Ma was relaxed at first, but then he frowned. When he heard He Yuzhu say that the seasoning brought by Master Zhao might contain banned substances, his brows were twisted into knots.

Without any hesitation, he motioned for me to follow him in, and said a little anxiously:

"Please go to the reception room and wait for a while. I have to report the situation to my superiors before making a decision. Come with me."

While Xiao Ma was reporting to his superiors, He Yuzhu and Lu Zixuan were also busy in the reception room. Lu Zixuan started a new round of brainwashing remarks against He Yuzhu.

"Uncle, you still need to communicate with people more in the future so that you can speak fluently. You see, when you were talking about things just now, you were always talking in a confused way. The point should be that there was something wrong with Master Zhao's seasoning, but you kept saying that your master would not lose.

What people want to know is how mysterious Master Zhao's seasoning is and where it is prepared. What they want to know is the reactions and number of repeat customers.

You, on the other hand, keep saying that your master was wronged and that you did not participate in the crime. Of course, people know that you did not participate, otherwise, would you report yourself?

This is the result of not communicating, talking, or discussing with others often. You can't see what others want to hear, and you can't say what you want to say.

More importantly, you always fail to grasp the main point and cannot speak to others in a way that pleases them.

For example, recently, my mother and aunt complained that the grain store always piled all the coarse grains into one sack and did not sell them separately. When we go to buy them, we have to sort them out by ourselves for a long time, which is too much effort.

But you said directly, isn't it like this in all grain stores? It's the same wherever you go. You just killed the conversation.

Although what you said is true, you ended the topic with one sentence. How can others continue the conversation? If you change the way you say it, it will be different.

You should say, that's right, and no one is in charge, so how do you think we can save some effort if we go to buy food again?

If you put it this way, it will change. First you can affirm other people's conclusions, then ask questions for them to think about. It will be easy to join in other people's conversations. Don't you agree?"

He Yuzhu pondered for a long time before asking, "So what do you think can be done to save more effort?"

Lu Zixuan was so angry that he almost gasped. Did he think of a way to save energy after thinking for so long? It was like saying nothing after talking for so long. Forget it. This way is not feasible. Let's think of another way.

After closing his eyes and thinking for a long time, he seemed to have found a way to communicate with He Yuzhu, a straight man like him, and he also seemed to understand the means that Yi Zhonghai was going to use to take down He Yuzhu. At this moment, he truly sympathized with He Yuzhu's experience and was more determined to reform He Yuzhu.

Lu Zixuan said to He Yuzhu meaningfully:

"Uncle, can you tell me what you think of Yi Zhonghai? Do you hate him?"

Perhaps it was the sudden change of topic that caught He Yuzhu off guard. He hesitated for half a minute before answering:

"I was a little confused by your sudden question. Yi Zhonghai? He's just a neighbor. What can I say? I do have some opinions about him, but I can't say I hate him.

He lured He Daqing away, probably because he wanted to be the boss, but He Daqing insisted on staying at home and no one could do anything about it.

If he left, it would prove that Yu Shui and I were not that important to him, and he would not feel so bad. Isn't it because we have you? If it weren't for your mother's care, we would really have to beg for food.

I also doubted your purpose, but then I thought again, the two of us have nothing but a shabby house. With your mother's ability, even if she gave it to you, you would not want it.

As long as you can take good care of the rain, we will give you whatever you want. At worst I can work as a farmhand for your family, and at least we can have enough food to eat.

Later, I heard Yu Shui talk about a lot of things that happened with you. I felt that our past life was just a compromise, not a life. Seeing Yu Shui…”