The spring breeze in February was like scissors.
At this time, Bei Du was still the place where housing prices were extremely high, the cost of living was ridiculously high, and there was even a sandstorm that washed their faces.
The bright sky and fresh air made He Yushun understand that he had transmigrated.
That's right, He Yushun had transmigrated to the world of love courtyards and became He Yuzhu's younger brother and He Yushui's older brother.
He, a figure who had never existed, had returned from studying outside and was about to return to the familiar three-in-one courtyard.
He Yushun carried the things he brought back from school, raised his head and puffed out his chest, and walked towards the courtyard house in front of him.
After he returned from his studies, he became a glorious technical researcher and was about to work as a technician in the rolling mill. His monthly salary was 110 yuan, much higher than that of a level-eight fitter in the courtyard.
No matter what era it was, rich people could always be more confident.
Of course, He Yushun's confidence only came from this. The rest naturally came from his head.
His brain was filled with incredible knowledge. Whether it was the development of the next ten years or all kinds of other information, it was all in there.
Although he did not activate the cheat of a transmigrator, he could always stand at the forefront of the times with this head of his.
However, the premise was that he had to deal with this group of people who were jokingly called the " Qin Man Siheyuan."
At the entrance.
He Yuzhu, who had long received the news from his brother that he was coming back, was already waiting at the door with his sister, He Yushui.
At this moment, He Yuzhu's face was flushed red. He was even more excited than when he was promoted to a level eight cook!
You asked him why?
Because his younger brother had become a technical researcher!
This era was a good time for the country's development. Everyone was a screw that had to shine in their own position.
However, although the screws were glorious, there had to be a difference.
As long as one studied for a few years, anyone could have a good culinary skill. However, if one did not have the brain to write those complicated equations, they would really be unable to write them for the rest of their lives!
Hey.
This was enough to make He Yuzhu proud of his younger brother.
As for He Yushui, she naturally had the same thoughts as He Yuzhu.
His second brother was a well-known figure. He was definitely a talented person!
Other than the two of them, the other people in the courtyard had also heard the news.
It was just that different people had different thoughts.
For example, the widow Qin Huairu who was standing beside He Yuzhu.
Her husband had passed away early, and she had three children and a mother-in-law. Naturally, she could not remarry.
However, as a widow, she couldn't remarry or make a living. There were still four mouths to feed at home.
Logically speaking, they would definitely starve to death.
The reason why she could still live well was all thanks to Yi Zhonghai and He Yuzhu.
Among them, He Yuzhu had obviously contributed the most.
As a cook in the canteen of the rolling mill, he would occasionally bring back some food from the canteen for Qin Huiru and her family.
If it weren't for He Yuzhu, her family would have starved to death.
However, the problem was that although Qin Huairu was grateful to He Yuzhu, she had been scheming to turn him into her long-term meal ticket so that her family could continue living.
A level-eight cook's monthly salary of thirty-five yuan was enough for the family to live comfortably.
However…
Following He Yushun's arrival and some rumors about him, the widow Qin Huairu changed her mind.
If he could get close to He Yushun, wouldn't he be much better off than that idiot He Yuzhu?
He Yushun was a cultured person. He heard that he was going to work as a technical researcher in the rolling mill. His monthly salary was over a hundred yuan!
Looking at He Yuzhu, he was just a chef.
Other than Qin Huairu, the first, second, and third masters of the courtyard house were also present.
Yi Zhonghai, a level-eight fitter in the rolling mill, was a righteous and forthright man. His words carried weight in the Siheyuan.
Second Uncle Liu Haizhong was a Grade 7 blacksmith in the rolling mill. He was inferior to First Uncle in both the mill and the courtyard.
However, Liu Haizhong was quite ambitious and always dreamed of being promoted and getting rich.
As for the third uncle, Yan Bugui, he was the only " cultured person " among the three uncles-a primary school language teacher.
Although he was a cultured person, this Third Uncle was the most stingy person in the entire Siheyuan. Usually, he would break a penny into two halves. If a watermelon skin still had red color, it would be like being struck by lightning!
At this moment, the three old men were standing at the door. They wanted to see what He Yushun had become after not seeing him for a few years.
Other than these people, there was another person who seemed to be out of place with everyone.
It was Xu Damao, who was leaning against the door frame with a nonchalant expression.
He was a film projectionist at the rolling mill and He Yuzhu's arch-enemy.
Although the two of them lived in the courtyard house and saw each other frequently, they fought to the death on a daily basis.
When his second brother came back today, He Yuzhu ignored him and he just watched from the side.
Finally.
A figure slowly appeared in everyone's line of sight from afar.
The excited He Yushui was the first to see it. She waved at He Yushun excitedly,""Second brother!"
He Yuzhu looked at He Yushun who was gradually walking in and smiled happily. He went forward to take the luggage from He Yushun's hands and said with a smile,"You're finally back."
He Yushun looked at the two relatives in front of him, whose blood was thicker than water, and his emotions fluctuated.
Although he had transmigrated, the blood flowing in his body made him very close to the two of them.
"Brother, sister, let's talk inside."
At this moment, Yi Zhonghai chimed in,""That's right, that's right. Yushun had just returned. If there was anything he wanted to say, he could go in and talk.”
Second Uncle did not say anything. His eyes were fixed on the fountain pen stuck in He Yushun's chest, and he swallowed his saliva gently.
"This cultured person is really different. This fountain pen looks like it costs a lot of money.”
If he was already like this, there was no need to mention the Third Master who loved money as much as his life.
Looking at He Yushun's outfit, Yan Bugui was already extremely envious.
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