Courtyard House: Passing through the Silly Pillar, Activating the Blessed Cave Heaven

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Director Wang, you may not know this, but I'm a cook at the canteen of the Dongzhimen Steel Rolling Mill. I'm quite good at cooking.

"Okay, then on behalf of the subdistrict office, I thank you for your willingness to participate in this work." As soon as Director Wang finished speaking, Xiao Zhou led two men and one woman into the office.

"Old Zhang, Old Song, Accountant Liu, I called you here today because there's something very important." Director Wang said to the three of them, "Comrade He Yuzhu just brought over a suitcase and a letter. The contents of the letter shocked me. I haven't opened the suitcase yet. Please take a look at the letter first, and then we'll check together to see if the contents of the suitcase match what's written in the letter."

Director Wang handed the letter to Deputy Director Zhang, and the three of them took turns reading it. After reading it, they all looked at Director Wang with solemn expressions.

"We've read the letter, Director Wang. If what's in the suitcase is really what's written in the letter, then this is truly the biggest event that has happened since our subdistrict office was established," Deputy Director Zhang said seriously. Then he turned to He Yuzhu and said, "Comrade He Yuzhu, the letter said that a kind-hearted person is willing to donate 2.5 million RMB to support the front line of the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea. What's in this suitcase should be this donation."

"2.5 million? Director Wang, did I hear that right? That's no small sum!" He Yuzhu pretended to be very surprised and said with wide eyes.

"That's right, it's 2.5 million. We'll have to wait until we open the suitcase to confirm the exact amount," Director Wang said as he unlocked the suitcase.

The moment the suitcase was opened, Director Wang's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, instantly relaxed. The suitcase was full of RMB.

She took the money out of the suitcase one bundle at a time and placed it on the desk. There were 50 bundles in total, and each bill was worth 5 yuan.

"Accountant Liu, could you please count this carefully and see if it's exactly 2.5 million?" Director Wang said.

Accountant Liu nodded, picked up a bundle of money, and carefully counted it. After a while, he looked up and said to Director Wang, "Director Wang, each bundle contains 100 bills, and 50 bundles are exactly 2.5 million, not a penny more or less."

"Xiao Zhou, take Comrade He Yuzhu to the fried noodle group. He has already signed up to participate in the fried noodle making work," Director Wang instructed Xiao Zhou, then turned to He Yuzhu and said, "Xiao He, you just go with Xiao Zhou."

I need to take this donation to the district office to report it right away. Later, someone might ask you to sign off on some related matters.

He Yuzhu followed Xiao Zhou to the backyard of the street office. As soon as they entered the yard, they saw many people wielding shovels and stirring something in a large iron pot.

Upon closer inspection, He Yuzhu realized that what was being stir-fried in the iron pot was actually snow-white flour.

He was startled. It turned out that the fried noodles eaten by the "most lovable people" on the front lines were actually just this kind of simple fried noodle flour, completely different from the fried noodles he was familiar with in his later years, which were made from a mixture of grains.

"Comrade He, this is the fried noodle workshop. You'll be working here from now on. If you don't understand anything, just ask Old Hu. That's Master Hu, who's in charge of leading everyone in frying noodles." Xiao Zhou pointed to a middle-aged man busy at work not far away and said to He Yuzhu, "Master Hu, this is the newcomer, Comrade He Yuzhu. I'll be entrusting him to you from now on. I have other things to do, so I'll be leaving now."