Courtyard House: He Yuzhu Joins the Army, Presses an AK-47 with One Hand

Xu Damao immediately expressed his gratitude excitedly: "Thank you, Brother Zhuzi."

He then looked at the crowd and said, "I'm the third person in our courtyard to ride in a car!"

He looked at the three old men as he said this.

They felt resentful, but Xu Damao felt extremely good.

Everyone else could only envy Xu Damao.

As Jia Dongxu watched Xu Damao leave, he spat and said, "What's there to be proud of? It's not even my own car. I'll buy one someday, no matter what."

He went back inside, unconvinced.

Yi Zhonghai, already feeling humiliated, suppressed his anger and went straight back to his room.

The older woman wanted to chat a little longer and look at the cars more, but Yi Zhonghai shouted, "Isn't it cold outside? Why don't you hurry home!"

"understood."

Only then did he reluctantly return to his room.

Who wouldn't want to look at more cars!

Even if it's not your own, it's nice to be able to touch it.

Not long after, He Yushui returned home from school.

"Brother, sister-in-law, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

"I made your favorite fish and braised pork ribs."

Tang Qingfang gently rubbed He Yushui's head.

"Guess what I saw outside the yard?"

He Yushui put down her schoolbag and began to speak cryptically and vividly.

"what?"

He Yuzhu, who was frying the ribs in oil, asked the question knowingly.

"The car, the sedan, is right outside our yard."

Then, the girl's voice came again: "I wish I could go up and sit for a while."

She didn't know it was her family's car.

"Then you'd better study hard, so that when you grow up you can not only sit, but also drive, and even hire a driver to drive you."

He Yuzhu encouraged him, saying that he was a good student in his previous life and naturally knew the importance of learning.

"That car belongs to our family. Your brother will pick you up after school tomorrow, and then you can ride in it."

Tang Qingfang's words, spoken silently, caused He Yushui to gape in astonishment.

Did she hear it correctly?

Is that her family's car?!

"Sister-in-law, we have a car now?"

"Yes, but your brother is right about one thing: you have to study hard. These are material things, but you need to enrich your mind and become a person who contributes to the country and society."

In front of Tang Qing, who had experienced war, everything she said was true, and He Yushui nodded seriously.

Before long, the food was served.

The aroma of pork ribs and fish filled the entire courtyard.

Even with the door closed, you can still smell the fragrance.

At the home of Uncle Yan Bugui, the third uncle, a meal was being eaten. Yan Jiefang smelled the aroma and couldn't help but swallow.

"Dad, Mom, when can we have pork ribs stewed at home? I want to eat pork ribs too."

Yan Jiecheng was in the prime of his youth, when he was a teenager who could eat his father out of house and home, and he would eat three coarse grain steamed buns for one meal.

That's still not enough to eat.

Yan Bugui, sitting in the main seat, rolled his eyes at him: "You want to eat ribs, and I want to eat them too, but we need to have the money to buy them!"

Chapter 207 Following He Yuzhu means there's meat to eat.

Yan Jiecheng could only remain silent; he dared not refute Yan Bugui.

The three women placed the food on the table with a reluctant expression: "All you do is talk about your own son. If you're so capable, let us mothers and children eat meat too, so we don't just look at others with envy."

Marrying a man is a matter of life and death. The Third Aunt used to respect Yan Bugui, but now that he's become a janitor, she's naturally not as willing to marry him anymore.

It wouldn't sound good to go out like this.

That is, he still has the identity of the third uncle of the courtyard house.

"Snapped."

Yan Bugui was very dissatisfied and threw his chopsticks on the table.

"What's wrong with you? Let me tell you, I'm the head of this family. If you want meat, simple, earn it yourself!"

Yan Bugui's thinking was still stuck in the pre-liberation era.

Yan Jiefang quickly stuffed the steamed bun in his hand into his mouth.

"I'm stuffed."

He didn't want to stay at the table any longer; it was torture.

"You're complaining about it being coarse grains? You eat coarse grains just fine, don't you? You grew up eating coarse grains; you're not meant to eat refined grains!"

Yan Bugui glanced at Yan Jiecheng and snorted coldly.

Back in the house, Yan Jiecheng had already harbored selfish and self-serving thoughts.

Since he's not destined to eat fine food, why doesn't he just try his best to change his name?

Under the hazy moonlight, He Yuzhu's family had already finished eating.

He Yushui wiped the oil off her lips.

"Brother, sister-in-law, I've already gained weight, I'm so happy."

After He Yuzhu returned from his military service, He Yuzhu did his best to nourish He Yushui's body. He could cook all sorts of dishes, from famous roast duck at Quanjude in Wangfujing to smoked ribs and meat buns.

And it was done with ease.

Tang Qingfang pinched He Yushui's cheek, and she agreed with what He Yushui said.

"Oh my, you've definitely gained some weight. With proper nutrition, you'll grow tall and strong, just like your brother."

Tang Qingfang, as the head nurse of the steel mill's general hospital, didn't care how much He Yushui ate; on the contrary, she felt it wasn't enough.

Moreover, He Yuzhu earns quite a bit. No matter how much a child eats, he can only earn a maximum of 500,000 yuan a year.

Including the odds and ends, a million is more than enough.

But their current wealth is already in the hundreds of millions.

After tidying up the table, there was a knock on the door.

"Dang Dang Dang"

"Who?"

He Yuzhu wasn't worried about anyone coming at this late hour. With his status, even thieves would have to march out of his house with great fanfare.

"Brother Zhu, it's me, Guangtian."

The person who came was Liu Guangtian. According to He Yuzhu, Liu Guangtian had been collecting scrap all day.

There was some sweat on his face, and the white towel around his neck was soaked with sweat.

His tricycle was parked in front of He Yuzhu's door.

He Yuzhu opened the door very readily.

"How was the harvest today?"

After He Yuzhu came out of the house, he glanced at the contents of the car by the moonlight. There was a lot of copper and a lot of scrap iron, which was enough for a regular worker to earn for two days in the factory.

"The car is full, Brother Zhu, you should check it."

Liu Guangtian had a smile on his face, a simple and honest smile that no longer had the roguish air he had before.

People should walk the right path.

The more you travel, the more upright your conduct will become.

This isn't something you can fake; it requires prolonged exposure to all things—like being influenced by your surroundings.

“I bought these three stoves for 15,000 yuan. However, when I passed by the two streets ahead, I met a fellow junk collector who wanted to buy them from me for 30,000 to 40,000 yuan, but I didn’t agree to it.”

Liu Guangtian specially took out those three bronze furnaces.

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu glanced at him and asked, "Why didn't you sell it?"

In fact, he was testing Liu Guangtian to some extent today. After all, whether a person's character will change can only be seen in events, and a decision cannot be made immediately.

"Brother Zhu, you told me to let you take a look at my work first after I come back, so I can go to the junkyard to sell it the next day. You're the one who told me to turn over a new leaf, so of course I have to listen to you."

Perhaps thinking of something, Liu Guangtian added, "If these three furnaces were made of bronze, we could actually sell them. I said let the owner decide. Brother Zhu, if you let me sell them, then I can sell them."

He Yuzhu understood the implication behind Liu Guangtian's words.

This day was definitely a test for Liu Guangtian.

In other people's eyes, collecting scrap is something shameful, or even something to do with mud.

But that's not actually the case.

He Yuzhu fiddled with the three bronze stoves, then patted Liu Guangtian on the shoulder: "You were right not to sell them. These three stoves are very useful."

He could tell, but he couldn't reveal the authenticity of the bronze furnace too early.

In this courtyard house, if any family has a treasure from the past, it will inevitably attract unwanted attention, even from their own parents.

They only care about whether their own children are useful.

"Take these three bronze censers home first, and you can sell the rest of the items tomorrow morning."