Siheyuan: Shazhu's Leisurely Life

Chapter 3 Return to the hospital
After sorting out his thoughts, He Yuzhu came back to his senses. Traveling through this era, it was quite good to have such a start.

After all, in his previous life, he was just a miserable office boy in his thirties, toiling away on a 996 schedule every day and earning a meager salary. He was overwhelmed by the various burdens on his shoulders and could hardly breathe.

Coming to this prosperous era, except for some technological and entertainment facilities that are not as developed as those in later generations, his daily life is much more comfortable than before he traveled through time.

Now, He Yuzhu just wants to gain a firm foothold in this era, then find a girl he likes, marry her, and have three or five big fat boys. He can live a leisurely life in this life.

He lay in his chair, closed his eyes and dozed off, occasionally taking a sip of the tea in the porcelain mug, feeling extremely comfortable.

About an hour later, Ma Hua's voice woke up He Yuzhu who was dozing off.

"Master, we are done, let's eat."

As Ma Hua spoke, the lunch box in his hand was filled to the brim with five large, round and plump white flour buns, as well as a plate of delicious shredded potatoes.

This is the benefit of being a cook. As the old saying goes, a three-year drought will not kill a cook. No matter what era it is, if a cook has real skills, he will not starve. For example, the working class today is awesome, right? With a monthly salary plus meal tickets, it is enough to feed themselves. There is not much for the family to eat, so most of the food is eaten and given to the workers. After all, work requires strength and energy.

So, if you really think about it, the food in their canteen is almost free. The monthly salary and food coupons are all lost.

Not to mention that since He Yuzhu showed off his cooking skills, he has been valued by the factory and is responsible for the reception meals. At his level, just a little soup is enough to feed the whole family. Even the colleagues who work in the cafeteria are jealous. After all, the grease in the reception meals is very eye-catching.

However, He Yuzhu had stopped packing up the leftovers three months before the time travel. Under He Yuzhu's instruction, the kitchen staff took them out once a day in order.

He Yuzhu is well aware of the characteristics of this era. Although it is said that the kitchen is a place where people rely on their skills to make a living, as a chef, it is an unspoken rule for him to bring leftovers, but if this continues for a long time, it will inevitably become a handle for him in the future.

Now He Yuzhu's monthly salary and benefits are more than enough for him to support himself and his sister comfortably. There is no need for him to fight for these leftovers. He can also earn a good reputation by giving them to the people in the kitchen.

He took the steamed buns and shredded potatoes from Ma Hua. As an apprentice, Ma Hua was quite respectful to his master He Yuzhu. In the kitchen, no one else would move before He Yuzhu did.

About fifteen minutes later.

It’s almost time for the kitchen staff to have their meal.

Under the arrangement of team leader He Yuzhu, everyone in the kitchen carried out the finishing work in an orderly manner.

At the steel mill, only two meals are prepared, in the morning and at noon. There is no need to cook at night. So, after He Yuzhu directed the cleaning of the kitchen, his work for the day was over.

After coming out of the kitchen, He Yuzhu walked out of the steel mill gate and headed straight for the courtyard in his memory. The courtyard was not far from the steel mill, and it would take less than 95 minutes to walk there. The courtyard at No. Nanluoguxiang.

After seeing the familiar courtyard house from afar, He Yuzhu's eyes moved.

This courtyard house that he had seen in TV dramas in his previous life has now become a real part of his life.

The Siheyuan is divided into three courtyards: front, middle and back. In his previous life, he had heard some gossip on the Internet, saying that the Siheyuan was the place where the concubine of a certain Beizi in the previous dynasty lived, and it later evolved into the current appearance of the Siheyuan.

However, the specific information is no longer available. Today, there are about a hundred people living in No. 95 Siheyuan.

Among them, the three uncles in the front, middle and back are in charge of all the big and small chores in the yard.

The third uncle, Yan Bugui, was stingy and calculating. He felt he was at a loss if he didn't pick up money when he went out. In terms of his nature, he was actually the best among the three uncles. After all, from He Yuzhu's perspective, the third uncle was a primary school teacher, and his salary had to support a family of six, not to mention three sons.

One half-grown boy could eat me to death, not to mention the third one. Moreover, in such a time of scarcity, the fact that I was able to raise this family and not starve to death in the disaster was also thanks to the third uncle's ability to calculate.

The second uncle has a mysterious obsession with being an official. It's a pity that he is a half-baked person with little education and emotional intelligence. He is good enough to be a senior technical worker. He forced himself to be an official, but in the end, he only got into trouble.

Not to mention, the relationship in this old man's family is that the father is kind and the son is filial. He believed that beating a stick will make a filial son, and he beat and scolded his second and third sons, but in the end he ended up being deserted by everyone, and the eldest son, whom the couple was most reluctant to beat and scold, was the first to run away.

As for the uncle Yi Zhonghai, the evaluation is very complicated, but at least in this courtyard, the image of the uncle is mostly positive. He is an old and kind man, and he is very prestigious in the courtyard on weekdays.

When He Daqing left, he left two houses for He Yuzhu and his sister, both in the central courtyard. The largest one was the master bedroom, which was about 40 square meters, and the other was an ear room, which was also about 10 square meters.

Don't think it's small just because of the area. You have to know that this was 59, when the per capita housing area was not even as large as the two houses of He Yuzhu's family. Many of the residents in this courtyard were squeezed into a small house of more than ten square meters. Therefore, although the two houses of He Yuzhu and his family could not be compared with the large flats of hundreds of square meters in later generations, they were definitely considered to be good conditions in that era.

Just as I was thinking about it, He Yuzhu also walked into the compound.

As soon as he entered the front yard, He Yuzhu saw the third uncle wiping the body of a brand new bicycle with a gray cloth. He looked so careful, as if he was treating his new daughter-in-law.

This scene may seem a little funny to future generations. It's just a broken bicycle, isn't it? But He Yuzhu, who has adapted to this era, didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

After all, if you really count the bicycles of this era, they are more valuable than cars of later generations!
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