The Dream Fulfillment Master in the Courtyard

Yi Zhonghai!

Considering her current situation, Shen Zhiyu was fairly certain that the job of taking care of him was most likely guaranteed by Yi Zhonghai to the leaders of the steel rolling mill.

However, under Yi Zhonghai's moral blackmail, the workers in the steel rolling mill in the courtyard may have all been dragged onto a treacherous path.

As for the special treatment he received from the factory, the money, coupons, and supplies were most likely distributed among the residents of the compound.

It wasn't that Shen Zhiyu wanted to think so badly of people, but rather, there weren't many good people in this courtyard.

Although the adult world cannot be judged simply as good or bad.

But people are still used to judging in this way.

Shen Zhiyu is just an ordinary person.

His views on right and wrong, good and evil, were also very simple.

……

The thin layer of snow in the yard was quickly swept away.

Shen Zhiyu was surprised to see a young and handsome face: Jia Dongxu!

Jia Dongxu is alive!

In other words, he is currently in a timeline that is many years before the events of the main story.

Unfortunately, there wasn't even a calendar in Shen Zhiyu's room, so she had no way of knowing what year it was.

Remembering that Yi Zhonghai had said that Sha Zhu would be cooking for her for the next two weeks, Shen Zhiyu headed straight for the main house in the courtyard where Sha Zhu lived.

Sha Zhu had just finished treating the wound on his face when he saw Shen Zhiyu come in, and he rolled his eyes.

"Hey Comrade Shen, you're certainly enjoying your meal!"

"Wait, I haven't started yet!"

Sha Zhu glanced at Shen Zhiyu, both amused and exasperated, then stepped out of the house and called out towards the east wing, "Uncle, I'm in charge of Comrade Shen's meals, so why don't you bring me Comrade Shen's rations?"

Upon hearing Sha Zhu's shout, Shen Zhiyu learned another piece of information: his food rations were stored at Yi Zhonghai's house.

very good!

In the story, Yi Zhonghai likes to speak from a moral high ground, acting like a virtuous gentleman, but in reality, he always has his own calculations.

But at least on the surface, Yi Zhonghai still has some sense of shame.

That's great!

Shen Zhiyu took the opportunity to look around Sha Zhu's room and finally saw a calendar on the wall!

1959 years!

December!

21th!

The fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month!

Seeing this page of the calendar, Shen Zhiyu felt a bittersweet feeling.

This was the year that hunger began!

To be precise, many regions in China suffered from various natural disasters last year, resulting in some reduction in production, but the impact of food shortages was still within a controllable range.

But as the disaster continued and the affected area expanded, the problem of food became a major issue!

Grass!

Why is it this year?

"My dear ancestors are truly dissatisfied with their unworthy descendant!"

Shen Zhiyu took a deep breath, thinking that she had to "recover her memory" as soon as possible, at least to take control of her own food rations and various supplies.

It would be best if I could go back to work at the factory!

Having a job and a fixed quota is the only way to get through these days!

Just as Shen Zhiyu was thinking, Sha Zhu returned carrying a small bowl of flour.

When he saw Shen Zhiyu staring blankly at the calendar, he suddenly stepped forward and tore a piece off the calendar.

"Comrade Shen, today is the sixteenth of the twelfth lunar month. There are only two weeks left until the Lunar New Year!"

"Perfect timing! We'll celebrate the New Year together, and I can benefit from it too, getting to eat a few more bites of meat!"

Sha Zhu looked at Shen Zhiyu and said with a smile.

Although he was beaten by Shen Zhiyu, he didn't seem angry at all.

Shen Zhiyu thought about it for a moment and understood. This really was Sha Zhu's personality. He couldn't possibly argue with a fool, because that would make him seem even worse than the fool.

"You? Yes, Sha Zhu!"

Shen Zhiyu stared at Sha Zhu and suddenly spoke.

"Canteen, cook?"

After saying just a few words, Shen Zhiyu fell silent, looking distressed. She raised her hand and patted her head twice, shaking it vigorously, as if she had remembered something, but also seemed quite confused.

Sha Zhu was amused by this scene.

"Hey, Comrade Shen, are you feeling better now?"

"That beating I took wasn't for nothing!"

"Let me tell you, if you really get better, you'll have to thank me properly!"

"Thanks!"

Shen Zhiyu actually thanked Sha Zhu.

He had to thank Sha Zhu. At least with Sha Zhu as a witness, even if he regained some of his memories but didn't remember much, no one would have any doubts.

After all, he was an idiot before, and he has recovered somewhat, but not completely!

Sha Zhu is indeed a chef; he cooks very quickly.

But isn't using pure white flour for breakfast a bit too extravagant?

Thinking that this was all her food, Shen Zhiyu couldn't help but drink two more bowls of noodle soup.

Of course, he also made a mental note of Sha Zhu's actions.

January 22, 1959, Sha Zhu, a basin of white flour!

……

After breakfast, Sha Zhu went to work.

Meanwhile, the people working in the courtyard also gradually left.

Shen Zhiyu picked up the bowl and chopsticks, preparing to wash them.

As a result, Qin Huairu took it first and washed it for him.

"Thanks!"

Regardless of why Qin Huairu was so enthusiastic, she did help with the work, so we should say thank you.

However, Shen Zhiyu's "thank you" made the women washing their clothes around the tap pause and all look at her.

Shen Zhiyu had anticipated this, so her expression remained unchanged, still looking dazed and silly.

After watching for a while, the women all sighed and went back to their work.

As Shen Zhiyu left, the people began to whisper among themselves again.

"What a pity!"

"Who says otherwise? What a fine young man! I'd even like to introduce him to my niece!"

"It's not too late now!"

"I heard the steel rolling mill is still paying him a monthly salary of thirty yuan!"

"Really?"

"You'd have to ask an older woman!"

Several women immediately turned their gaze to Yi Zhonghai's wife.

Feeling embarrassed by everyone's stares, the older woman forced a smile and said, "Yes, the factory still pays Xiao Shen a salary of thirty yuan a month, plus grain coupons and meat coupons, and a little bit of everything!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed!

In their eyes, Shen Zhiyu is no longer a fool, but a hot commodity.

But no one brought it up again. Instead, everyone kept their heads down and went about their own business, their eyes darting around, each seemingly plotting something.

At the back of the crowd, Madam Jia Zhang naturally overheard the conversation. She quietly retreated to the west wing of the Jia family's residence and found Qin Huairu, who had just returned.

"Qin Huairu, I need to tell you something!"

A calculating glint flashed in Jia Zhangshi's eyes.

Shen Zhiyu is just a fool. He does nothing, so why does he get a salary similar to Dongxu's every month? How can he spend all that money by himself?

"Mom, what's wrong?"

Qin Huairu looked at Jia Zhangshi, wiped her hands on her apron, and thought that the water was really cold on this cold winter morning.

"Let me tell you..."

Jia Zhangshi lowered her voice and muttered to herself.