Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

On this day, Qin Dabao spent more than 1,300 yuan, including the money to buy a job for Dapeng. I have to say, it feels really good to spend money, especially to pay money. No wonder women in later generations always like to buy, it turns out that spending money can really stimulate the desires in the heart and make the body and mind happy.

When they got home, they piled cotton and cloth on the kang, and Niu Niu and Erbao rolled around happily in the snow-white cotton. Lu Xiu'e was even more delighted, and she grabbed the two little ones and gently spanked each of them twice. As a mother, she loved to see her children well fed and warmly clothed.

But then she became worried again.

"Dabao, where did you get the cotton and cloth coupons?"

Qin Dabao leaned over to his mother and whispered nonchalantly, "I didn't get the ticket, I bought it on the black market."

Lu Xiu'e was startled and slapped Qin Dabao: "You stupid kid, why are you running to that place? What will happen if you get caught?"

Qin Dabao said nonchalantly, "It's okay, Dapeng, watch over me. If someone tries to catch me, I'll run. Mom, you know, no one can outrun me."

Lu Xiu'e was still worried, and Qin Dabao said, "Don't worry, Mom. My second brother said that if you have any problems, just ask him. It's okay to go back and forth."

Only then did Lu Xiu'e stop talking.

As soon as Qin Dabao took the doll and building blocks out of the messenger bag, Niu Niu rushed over, hugged her brother's neck and kissed him, making Dabao's face covered with saliva.

Qin Dabao's heart was satisfied at once. He knew that he was partial and didn't feel bad about buying anything for his sister. But there was nothing he could do. In decades of his previous life, his sister had never left Qin Dabao's side. To be frank, if his sister was sick and needed a transplant of Qin Dabao's organs, Qin Dabao would agree without hesitation. If possible, he would pick them off and offer them with both hands. As for his stinky little brother, he could just go away and squint. Those building blocks were bought specially for Erbao, but now that his sister was acting coquettishly, he had forgotten everything and gave them all to his sister.

Niuniu held the doll and building blocks in her arms. Erbao looked at her brother pitifully. Qin Dabao pouted and remained unmoved.

He said something to his mother and went to cook.

At this time, Sha Zhu's sister He Yushui knocked on the door and came in. Qin Dabao knew Yushui. They were neighbors in the same alley and saw each other every day. Besides, there were many workers from the steel rolling mill living in this alley, so they were very familiar with each other.

He Yushui was only fourteen years old, and the little girl was quite polite: "Brother Dabao, my brother invited you to my house for dinner. He said he wanted to discuss something with you."

Qin Dabao was a little puzzled. Treating people to a meal at this time was a new thing. No one had enough food. In the countryside, when relatives came to visit, they either didn't eat or had to bring their own food.

He said something to Lu Xiu'e, put on his cotton jacket and followed He Yushui.

Lu Xiu'e was a little puzzled, but then she thought, "Maybe the steel mill is short of meat, so they want to ask their son to go hunting." She felt a little worried when she thought of this...

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Courtyard No. 95 is a three-courtyard courtyard. There are now more than ten families living in this courtyard, with sixty to seventy people. In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, in order to facilitate management and mainly to prevent spies, the street office set up the unofficial profession of "manager" in each courtyard, mainly to supervise outsiders and coordinate neighborhood relations.

There are three uncles in charge of No. 95 Courtyard. The first uncle is Yi Zhonghai, an eighth-level fitter in the steel rolling mill with a salary of 99 yuan; the second uncle is Liu Haizhong, a seventh-level blacksmith in the steel rolling mill; and the third uncle is Yan Bugui, an elementary school teacher. This man and Uncle Ma from the Qin family's courtyard are known as the two stingiest people in Nanluoguxiang.

Qin Dabao, carrying a bottle of wine, walked through a hanging flower gate. This was the middle courtyard, the largest one. The rooms on both sides were full of people. It was bustling with people. It was just the time for people to get off work. The adults in the courtyard were busy boiling water and cooking, washing vegetables by the pool, and the children were running and playing, making a lot of noise.

Qin Huairu was washing her baby's diapers by the pool. She had just given birth to her second daughter, Xiaodang, who was only four months old. In the middle of winter, she was carrying the child on her back, washing the diapers with cold water, rubbing her hands from time to time.

When Qin Huairu saw Qin Dabao coming in, she hurriedly called out, "Uncle."

Qin Dabao responded. He was younger than Qin Huairu and was uncle and nephew within the five generations of mourning. Qin Huairu had a hard life. Her husband died two years later. She raised three children and a mother-in-law by herself. In the end, she became a family with Sha Zhu. It can be said that she never had a good life in her life.

Just as I thought of my niece's shrewd mother-in-law, I saw her mother-in-law coming out of the house. This old woman had a thick waist and buttocks, and a shrewd look. She was the fighter among shrews, the VIP Jia Zhang among fighters.

Jia Zhang glanced at Qin Dabao. She had seen Qin Dabao when her son got married and knew that he was a relative of her daughter-in-law.

Qin Dabao ignored her, said something to Qin Huairu, and walked straight into Sha Zhu's house.

Sha Zhu's house consists of a main house with a small side room. The main house is quite large and the kitchen is also in the same room.

Qin Dabao looked around. From the roof to the walls, the house was covered in old newspapers brought back from the factory. (Some stories from that era say you can buy old newspapers and books at scrap collection stations. I want to spit in their faces. Back then, newspapers were all used to cover the walls, and people still sold them as scrap? As for old books, huh, huh, that's a joke. You wouldn't expect to use toilet paper to wipe your butt in those days, would you?)

Qin Dabao was holding a bottle of Moutai in his hand. Sha Zhu was cooking and turned around to greet him. He saw the wine in Qin Dabao's hand at a glance. Sha Zhu usually liked to have a drink or two, so his eyes lit up when he saw the wine.

It is said that a chef will never starve to death in years of famine. Sha Zhu's cooking skills are passed down from generation to generation. His father, He Daqing, is the successor of authentic Tan family cuisine. Later, Sha Zhu became a disciple of the chef of Taifenglou and learned Sichuan and Shandong cuisine.

Qin Dabao smelled a fragrance and turned around to see two stoves. One was steaming vegetables in an iron pot, while the other was simmering chicken in a clay pot.

It seems that Sha Zhu invited him to dinner today, and they had two meat dishes.

Nowadays, when ordinary people are invited to dinner, who can prepare seven plates and eight bowls?

Two generous meat dishes would have been great.

Sha Zhu smiled and said, "I'm lucky today. I asked someone to buy a chicken from the countryside. It weighs over three pounds. I was thinking of making half a steamed chicken and the other half a stewed chicken. Let's have a nice drink together."

In his previous life, Qin Dabao had eaten the braised chicken made by Sha Zhu, which was really delicious. In order to make it often for his sister, Qin Dabao specially learned how to make this dish from Sha Zhu.

To make this dish, you first need to marinate the chicken. Although the seasoning is not complete, the chicken is authentic and does not contain any feed or contaminated chicken from later generations. This can make up for the seasoning.

Braised chicken is a famous dish in Hangzhou. It comes from a restaurant by the West Lake. It is made with the same method as beggar's chicken, but with one more step. It needs to be placed in a casserole without adding water, and simmered on low heat for about two hours. The taste is amazing.

Sha Zhu asked Qin Dabao to sit down and dinner would be served in twenty minutes.

Qin Dabao sat on the chair, and suddenly he remembered something that happened in the future. He didn't know whether he should tell Sha Zhu about it.

While he was hesitating, a man in his forties walked in. He had a short flat head, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a righteous look on his face. Qin Dabao knew him. This was the manager of No. 95 Courtyard named Yi Zhonghai, an old man with no money. He worked in the same workshop with his father and was always bossing his father around.

"Zhu Zi, is there a guest?" Yi Zhonghai spoke in a low voice with a serious expression on his face.

Sha Zhu smiled and wiped his hands: "Uncle, have you eaten?"

"I've eaten. I just want to inform you that we have a meeting of the whole institute at 6:30. You can't be absent."

"Hey, you're alright."

Yi Zhonghai looked at Qin Dabao again and walked out with a gloomy face. This guy made Qin Dabao confused. What was wrong with this old guy?

On second thought, he realized that Yi Zhonghai had recognized him as Qin Qingyou's son. The two of them usually didn't get along in the workshop, and he was taking his anger out on him.