Courtyard House: New Life, New Silly Zhu

Stepping out of the factory gate, He Yuzhu stretched and yawned, feeling refreshed in the April sunshine.

Just now, Director Zhang took him to collect his salary. He was temporarily designated as an eighth-level chef, with a salary of 37.5 yuan.

今天是月末，所以只能拿一半18块7毛5，再加上扣除工会费，最后实际到手16块7毛5。

Even so, He Yuzhu was very happy, since he wouldn't be back to work until tomorrow.

I glanced at the "BJ Motorcycle Factory" across the street, then turned and walked towards the Dongdan Market.

Having received his salary today, He Yuzhu naturally wanted to treat himself to a better meal, as life before his transmigration was far from easy.

Not only did they lack stable employment, but they also had a younger sister to support, making ends meet was a struggle. Fortunately, He Daqing would send some money back every month, otherwise, the two siblings would not know how they would survive.

Before he traveled through time, He Yuzhu always thought that He Daqing had not sent any money, or that the money had been withheld by Yi Zhonghai.

The money was actually being sent, but only 5 yuan was sent at a time, which was essentially the money used to support my younger sister.

But He Yuzhu, a 16-year-old boy, was at the age when he could eat a lot. He went out to do odd jobs and pick up garbage every day, but the money he earned was not enough for him to eat.

The brother and sister supported each other and continued to live like this.

A few days ago it rained and He Yuzhu got soaked. When he came back, he had a high fever.

His family had no money and couldn't bear to go to the hospital for treatment, so he died, which led He Yuzhu to transmigrate to this world.

He Yuzhu, who had traveled through time, was helpless in the face of his impoverished home.

He prayed he could have the cheat code of a time traveler, but unfortunately he only had a space the size of a warehouse, nothing else.

Since there is no system to provide start-up funding, then you should turn to the government when you encounter difficulties.

So, the first thing He Yuzhu did after waking up was to go to the neighborhood office and find the legendary Director Wang.

After the military control office was closed, Director Wang, as the first director of the subdistrict office, was dedicated to solving everyone's problems.

In particular, when Director Wang asked He Yuzhu in detail what he could do, Director Wang immediately wanted He Yuzhu to stay at the street office and work as a chef in their restaurant.

However, He Yuzhu knew that the best time was now in the factory. After all, he was a senior worker at this stage, and being a cook in the factory was much more desirable than at other times.

So, under the pretext of needing to support his younger sister He Yushui, he got Director Wang to write a letter of introduction for He Yuzhu to work as a cook at the steel rolling mill.

Arriving at the market, He Yuzhu bought a pound of meat and some vegetables before returning to his courtyard house.

The only thing He Yuzhu regretted was that he couldn't buy fatty meat; this pound of meat was on the leaner side.

Back at the courtyard house, Yang Ruihua saw him and said, "Shazhu, you bought meat? Are you trying to ruin your life?"

"Auntie, I officially started working today and got paid, so I'm going to treat myself to something nicer." He Yuzhu didn't mind Yang Ruihua's way of addressing him.

This way of addressing someone won't change anytime soon, and even if Yang Ruihua doesn't say it, the other neighbors will still call her that.

Instead of trying to change other people's perceptions, he should work harder in the future. Then they will naturally stop calling him that.

Yang Ruihua was somewhat surprised to hear that He Yuzhu had found a job.

"Silly Zhu, what kind of job is it?"

"I got a job at the steel rolling mill as a cook in the canteen, after all, my cooking skills are there."

Upon hearing that He Yuzhu had gotten a job as a cook at the steel rolling mill, Yang Ruihua's eyes lit up. She immediately asked, "Yuzhu, where did you find this job? My son Jiecheng is getting older and needs to find work too. Do you think you could find him one as well?"

"No, Auntie, I remember Jie Cheng is only 16 now, isn't he? What factory does he work at? Isn't he still in school?" He Yuzhu asked doubtfully.

Yang Ruihua slapped his thigh: "Jie Cheng, he's such a disappointment. His father is a teacher, but his grades are so bad he couldn't even get into high school. So, it's better to get him a job sooner rather than later. By the way, Zhu Zi, you still haven't said where he found that job?"

"Auntie, this job is easy to find. Go find Director Wang at the neighborhood office," He Yuzhu said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruihua hesitated, "Zhu Zi, do we have to go to the government?"

He Yuzhu chuckled, "Auntie, what are you talking about? You don't mean you're going to come to me, do you? I'm just an ordinary person. If you want to find a job, you can only go to the government. Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore. I'm going back to cook. The rain will be back soon." With that, he turned and left.

Yang Ruihua was left standing there, her face full of conflict.

During this period, it was not appropriate to go to the government. After all, it had only been a few years since liberation, and people were still unfamiliar with the government and had not yet developed the habit of going to the government when there was a problem.

Even in TV dramas, people don't call the police when something happens in the yard, and that's because of this reason.

Back home, looking at the house, He Yuzhu shook his head.

Yu Shui is only 10 years old this year. He has suffered with He Yu Zhu since he was a child. Although he is tall, he is too thin and can't help with any housework at home. He Yu Zhu, a man, usually finds work outside and keeps the house in a mess.

There was no other way but to tidy up the house himself, otherwise even He Yuzhu himself couldn't stand the sight of it.

After tidying up the house, it was almost time for school to let out in the afternoon, so He Yuzhu went to the kitchen.

Turn on the stove, ready to make twice-cooked pork and shredded pork with garlic sauce.

These two dishes can render out the oil, so they won't feel greasy.

The brother and sister hadn't eaten meat properly before, so their bodies were lacking in oil and fat. Eating such greasy food all at once might cause diarrhea, so those two dishes were just right.

The two dishes were quickly cooked, and He Yuzhu sat at the door, leisurely enjoying the peaceful afternoon.

In the TV series, it's impossible for the widow Qin next door to come and beg for food. After all, her husband is still alive, and she can't afford to lose face like that.

So when He Yuzhu carried the meat home from the gate, only Yang Ruihua from the front yard stopped him and asked him questions; the others didn't have the time to do so.

As for Old Mrs. Long in the backyard, He Yuzhu completely ignored her thoughts.

After all, the three main rooms and the side rooms were all bought by the He family, and had nothing to do with the old lady in the backyard.

As for the fanfiction that mentions currying favor with the Yi family and the old lady in the backyard, he said he didn't want to.

Firstly, he wasn't after their house, and secondly, he wasn't afraid of the two of them at all.

He wouldn't do what those people in the courtyard said about resolving issues there. He'd go to the police if anything happened, and he wouldn't waste time arguing with them.

However, at this point, they would ignore He Yuzhu.

Yi Zhonghai now has Jia Dongxu to support him in his old age, and the old lady is also taken care of by Aunt Yi, and they even receive money every month. Therefore, the two of them are a burden to the impoverished He siblings.