Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

October.

The Northern War broke out as scheduled.

In the lake.

The leaders looked at each other in bewilderment.

Everything was exactly as that person predicted.

"This could be something this person deduced based on their understanding of the situation," someone said.

Some people also expressed their opposition.

"Impossible, if it's a deduction."

There's only a general trend; it's impossible to pinpoint specific dates.

"Let's take another look and verify it further."

However, the necessary preparations still need to be made.

I hope it's all true.

the other side.

He Yuzhu stared northwards with a somber expression.

Do not laugh at me lying on the battlefield; how many of the ancient warriors returned from their campaigns?

After this battle, countless loyal souls were buried in foreign lands.

But he knew this was a battle to establish authority and to establish the nation.

We had no choice but to fight.

Peace is won through fighting.

just.

He Yuzhu felt somewhat heavy-hearted.

Should we go or not?

He is highly skilled, whether it's assassination, destroying important targets, or using space to transport supplies.

All of these can be described as easy to obtain.

This will end the war more quickly.

To save more lovely people.

But this would expose him.

What will the official attitude be towards him?

Especially the "letter" he threw into the lake, it's easy to associate it with him.

How can this be explained?

Claiming to have traveled back in time?

If the official attitude towards him remains a mystery.

He Daqing and He Yushui then became the weaknesses that others used against him.

just in case……

Is he about to go on a killing spree?

Gradually.

He figured it out.

He was just He Yuzhu, Zhang Yu who had traveled to the world of "Siheyuan".

He was an ordinary but lucky, somewhat eccentric young man.

Content with modest wealth, they enjoy life.

No one forced him to do anything.

No one asked him to bear all the suffering and the fate of everyone.

He did that simply because of his sense of morality.

To satisfy one's sense of responsibility and desire for achievement.

Compared to some time travelers who constantly make a mess of the world.

He considered himself to be quite mild-mannered.

Forget it, I don't want to.

Anyway, I'm just a passerby.

Just be happy.

This is also the reason why He Yuzhu traveled through time for the first time.

Moreover, it's a world highly similar to my previous life.

He desperately wanted to change things.

Back to Fengzeyuan.

He Yuzhu quickly established himself in Sanzao.

The requirements for Sanzao are very simple.

Mainly responsible for pre-processing, side dishes, and simple hot dishes.

For example, deep-fried meatballs, braised pork intestines with garlic, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and stir-fried chicken with soy sauce.

It requires solid basic skills, but there are no complicated techniques involved.

But he always holds back a bit when cooking.

They were afraid of accidentally revealing the true level of their abilities.

This embarrassed his mentor, Feng Qiang.

After all, in the boss's eyes.

Your apprentices are doing a better job than you, how dare you call yourself the head chef?

The master was too ashamed to stay any longer.

How can the legend of He Yuzhu still circulate in the martial arts world?

Will teaching your apprentice lead to your own starvation?

The only outcome is that he leaves.

After recommending He Yuzhu to the Sanzhao School last time, Feng Qiang officially accepted He Yuzhu as his apprentice.

In the presence of everyone in the kitchen.

He Yuzhu offered tea and called him "Master".

So for the sake of my master's future.

It's not that he can't improve.

Instead, we should proceed slowly, gradually, and in an orderly manner.

At the end of the month, he received his salary.

Thirty yuan.

It's quite tall.

In my memory, Sha Zhu worked his way up to foreman in the steel mill's canteen.

In addition, there was a subsidy for providing special meals for the leaders.

It's only thirty-seven yuan and fifty cents.

Even so, he still brings it up every day.

When they ask a matchmaker to introduce a girl, they all act like "men with money."

At that time, Jia Dongxu was a first-class fitter, earning a salary of eighteen yuan.

Later, when he was promoted to level two worker, he only earned 27.5 yuan.

He Yuzhu looked at the money in his hand.

I felt a sense of peace.

I can finally earn money on my own.

Happy.

Income earned through labor.

This is definitely different from the previous business that required no investment.

It feels heavy in your hand, which gives you peace of mind.

He bought his master a pack of cigarettes.

Daqianmen, five yuan.

The master said he was wasting money, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

As for Steward Chen...

He gave it to him too.

However, Manager Chen doesn't smoke, so he delivered a pound of Monkey King brand jasmine tea.

It was worth about the same as the cigarettes the deliveryman gave him.

Manager Chen declined a few times, but then accepted it.

Looking back, I can't help but admire how adept they are at handling things.

Recommending him to Sanzao was just a favor I did him out of convenience.

Unexpectedly, He Yuzhu hadn't forgotten.

They also found out that he loves to drink Monkey King Jasmine.

It's truly deserved that you've made progress.

If He Yuzhu could hear his thoughts, he would definitely say:

That is.

Don't tell me you like jasmine tea.

I even know what color underwear you wear.

Then He Yuzhu bought jujube flower pastries for Yushui and Yumeng.

Back at the entrance of the compound.

Yan Bugui, who was not yet the third uncle, kept glancing at the snacks he was carrying:

"Pillar, do you know?"

Jia Dongxu went on a blind date today.

He Yuzhu was taken aback.

"Qin Huairu? So early?"

Yan Bugui looked at him with a surprised expression.

How did you know?

He Yuzhu looked at him with a half-smile.

I gave him a small piece of jujube blossom pastry.

"I can know anything I want to know."

Then he walked away.

Three words drifted on the wind: "This is a reward for you."

Yan Bugui looked at the pastries in his hand.

I don't know whether I lost money or gained money.