Siheyuan: Starting from 1958

Ten minutes later, the middle-aged man came out of Tang Dashan's house.

Compared to the worry and restraint when I came here, I am now in a much better mood, with even a hint of a smile on my face.

When he went out, he kept thanking Tang Dashan until he walked out of the courtyard.

Seeing that the other party had completely left the courtyard, Yu Li, who had been silent until now, finally found an opportunity to speak: "Dashan..."

"I remember you used to charge at least three dollars for banquets like this, but how come you only agreed to two dollars this time?"

Tang Dashan replied with admiration: "My master told me to do this."

"Although I have accepted many banquets outside, they are either neighbors on the same street or co-workers in the steel mill. I don't have much reputation."

"The man just now is neither from our street nor a worker in our steel mill. Besides, his family conditions are not very good. If I take on this wedding banquet for two dollars and prepare it well."

"My good reputation as a banquet host will spread to other streets and other factories, and then more and more people will ask me to host banquets for them."

"The master also reminded me: the street only has so many banquets every month, if others take them, we won't be able to take them."

"Only if I make my name known will people think of me first when there is a happy event in their family."

"They also asked me to work together with Fatty and Long Fei. They let me prepare the better banquets and let them prepare the lesser banquets."

"The three of us worked together to monopolize all the banquets on the street, so that Shazhu from the middle courtyard would not be able to get any banquets."

"Even if we get it, it's the kind of banquet we don't like and don't want to accept."

Hearing this, Yu Li immediately became gossipy and asked in a low voice: "How did this silly Zhu offend the master again? He doesn't even want him to accept the banquet..."

"You know what? Tell me now, and I promise not to tell anyone."

Looking at his gossipy wife, Tang Dashan replied speechlessly: "Wife..."

"I'm so busy in the cafeteria every day that I don't have time to take care of these things..."

"I don't know how Sha Zhu offended the master."

"Anyway, I'll listen to whatever the master says. He will definitely not harm me..."

"He even settled accounts with me at that time."

"As long as the three of us spread our reputation, we can monopolize the banquets in the surrounding streets and ensure that there is at least one banquet every weekend. We can increase our income by at least 15 yuan a month, which is almost the salary of an apprentice in a steel mill."

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..." Yu Li took a breath and asked back.

"so much……"

After saying that, he began to calculate the family’s monthly income in his mind.

I don't know, I was taken aback.

She stared at her man Tang Dashan with eyes wide open, and asked back with shining eyes: "Dashan..."

"If you can earn at least 15 yuan a month by taking over the banquet outside, then wouldn't our monthly income be over 80 yuan?"

"Oh my god..."

"We earn more than 80 yuan a month, which is more than 1,000 yuan a year. If we spend half of it, we can save 500 yuan. In ten years, we can save 5,000 yuan. In twenty years, we can save 10,000 yuan..."

Seeing Yu Li sitting on the chair calculating the family's income like a money-grubber, Tang Dashan's face was full of helplessness. He smiled bitterly, shook his head, and went straight to the small kitchen.

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Sha Zhu was in a very bad mood recently. His superiors no longer conducted job-level assessments, making it a luxury for him to be promoted to a level 8 chef, and a salary increase was out of the question.

Without money, I can't repay the loan from Wang Dong.

For this reason, we have to place our hopes on taking over.

I hope to earn some extra income by taking over the job and pay off the debt to Wang Dong as soon as possible.

Half a month ago, he had announced that he was ready to take over at any time, thinking that with his reputation as a host on the street, people who wanted to take over would definitely line up to find him.

As a result, half a month passed and no one came to him for a banquet.

At first he thought that there were no weddings or funerals on the street in the past half month, so no one came to see him.

I found out later after asking around.

Tang Dashan and Huang Longfei, who lived in the same courtyard, actually cooked meals outside every weekend. Their figures could be seen cooking meals in other surrounding streets.

This means that all the weddings and funerals on the street have been snatched away by them, so no one comes to see them.

In order to snatch the banquet back from Tang Dashan, He Yuzhu ran to the street early this morning.
Ask the street officials to help introduce you to all the people in the street who want to be guests, and ask them to come to you, or you can go to them in person.

But the result was not ideal.

A few years ago, when he was still an eighth-level chef, although many people asked him to be the cook for banquets at their homes, they did so out of necessity.

Because he is the only capable cook on the entire street.

Although he has a bad temper and likes to take things from the owner, I have no choice but to go find him.

It's different now.

The street not only produced Wang Dong, a genius who monopolized all high-end banquets in the street as a sixth-level chef, but also Tang Dashan, an eighth-level chef.

Although he is a newcomer, his master Wang Dong is very capable and those ordinary banquets on the street are hardly a problem for him.

As for the ninth-level chefs who can prepare ordinary banquets, there are even more of them.

Fatty, Huang Longfei... were all brought up by Wang Dong.

Even if someone in the street was planning a banquet, they would be the first choice. Only when there was no other choice would they choose He Yuzhu, who had a bad temper and liked to take advantage of the host.

In addition, He Yuzhu's monthly salary at the steel rolling mill is more than 30 yuan, and his wife Qin Huairu also earns more than 20 yuan, which adds up to almost 60 yuan.

Not only are they one of the rare dual-income families in the street, but their income is also not low.

The street office couldn't even take care of all those poor households with low or even no income, let alone high-income residents like He Yuzhu. Without even a second thought, they refused the request to help He Yuzhu with publicity.

After being humiliated on the street, He Yuzhu could only return to the courtyard with a depressed look on his face.

As soon as he entered the gate, he heard Yan Fugui standing in front of a few pots of flowers and asking He Yuzhu: "Zhuzi..."

"Didn't you go out early this morning? Uncle Er said you went out to prepare a feast, how come you're back so soon?"

"I heard from Yu Li that her husband Tang Dashan has banquets scheduled for a month later. He earns two or three yuan for each banquet. He has six days off a month and works as a banquet host outside for six days. That means he can earn twelve yuan just from banqueting. It's almost half of my monthly salary."

"You were also a level eight chef. Although you didn't take the assessment this year and only have a level nine chef certificate, your cooking skills must be good, and you are also an experienced chef. When will the banquets you have lined up end..."

"Do you need help in the kitchen? If so, I'll let Jie Cheng help you and learn some cooking skills along the way." (End of this chapter)