1960, summer.
Red Star Rolling Mill workers 'canteen, kitchen.
"Da da da".
Seven or eight chefs were cutting vegetables, cooking pots, and steaming steamed buns…
The chefs were busy with their work in an orderly manner, preparing for the upcoming lunch.
Outside the kitchen, it was a sunny day with the scorching sun burning.
The weather was hot and humid. It had not rained for many days in Old Beijing. The sun was so hot that the air was about to be scorched.
The kitchen was as hot as a stove.
The waitress, Liu Lan, wiped the sweat off her face and complained,"
Ma Hua, turn on the exhaust fan. It's so hot.”
The young chef she called Ma Hua did not look up at her. He pretended not to hear her and continued to cut the vegetables.
"Silly Zhu, control your disciple, he doesn't listen to people anymore.”
Liu Lan looked at the young man lying on the rocking chair and said unhappily.
The man was lying on the chair, comfortably blowing at an old electric fan.
The cool breeze blew gently on the floating Tieguanyin tea foam in the porcelain cup.
He savored it carefully." Good tea, good tea.”
The man's name was He Yuzhu, the head chef of the workers 'canteen at the Red Star Rolling Mill.
He was only 26 years old, but he was already a level-eight cook at such a young age.
But everyone called him Silly Pillar.
"Are you human too?"
"If you don't want to do it, get lost as soon as possible."
When he heard Liu Lan call him Silly Zhu, he frowned.
This form of address was too harsh.
He really didn't like it!
"Silly Zhu, you…"
Liu Lan was frustrated. She didn't expect that Silly Zhu would talk to her in such a tone. Since he was the head chef, she couldn't afford to offend him. She could only choose the dishes in silence.
It was no wonder that there was only one head of the canteen above the class leader of the kitchen.
In this kitchen, he was the boss.
Ma Hua chuckled and secretly gave his master a thumbs up.
Silly Zhu pretended not to see it, leisurely lying on the rocking chair, quietly closing his eyes to rest.
What did the scheming in the kitchen have to do with him?
As long as he was around, no one could cause any waves.
" Unknowingly, I've been in this world for almost a week." Silly Zhu suddenly felt a little emotional.
So…
He was a transmigrator.
He just happened to watch a TV series called " Love in the Courtyard." When he was about to watch the ending, a huge black hole suddenly appeared on the phone screen in front of him and sucked him in.
After she woke up, she was lying here.
With a shake of his body, he became the main character of the Siheyuan, He Yuzhu.
A chef in the canteen of the rolling mill, a level eight cook, with a monthly salary of 35.5 yuan, plus the two yuan allowance for the squad leader, he could earn 37.5 yuan a month.
In those days, a plain steamed bun cost five cents per meal ticket.
Meat was 80 cents per catty, and vegetables were 2 cents.
One cent for a catty of cornmeal. One catty of cornmeal could make a lot of cornbread.
Relying on this 37.50 yuan salary, Silly Zhu lived a good life in this world.
Other than his sister, He Yushui, who was about to find a job, the family of two ate plain white bread every day. They bought two catties of meat every few days and a chicken to eat.
Occasionally, he would ask his sister to buy a few catties of cornmeal, add hot water, make cornbread, and eat it with small pickles. It was also a way to remember the bitterness and remember the sweetness.
In 1960, chefs and employees of state-owned enterprises were really popular, and the profits were abundant!
Shazhu often packed the leftovers from the canteen and brought them home to give her sister a meal.
He ate peanuts with Erguotou.
It was called " not wasting a single grain."
However, it wasn't that bad. There was also a stinky widow named Qin Huairu living in the courtyard house. She was a scheming b * tch who raised a group of ingrates and vampires.
Stick, Xiao Dang, Huai Hua, and a sharp-tongued and black-hearted old fart.
Widow Qin's eyes lit up every time she saw Shazhu bring a lunch box back.
Why would Silly Zhu care about her?
If I give her a cornbread, I lose!
Siheyuan was a three-door courtyard.
It was divided into three courtyards: front, middle, and back.
Every courtyard had an old man overseeing it, just like a door god.
In the front yard lived the Third Uncle's family. The Third Uncle's name was Yan Bugui, a teacher at Dongzhimen Primary School. He was scheming. It was fine if he schemed against others, but he even schemed against his own son and daughter. In the end, he raised a group of scheming children.
Yi Zhonghai lived in the middle courtyard. He was a level-eight fitter at the Red Star Rolling Mill and earned 99 yuan a month. Unfortunately, a middle-aged woman suffered from a gynecology disease when she was young and could not leave a son and a daughter for an old man.
In the backyard lived the Second Master Liu Haizhong, a Grade 7 blacksmith who liked to fight for power and prestige. Just like Third Master, he also raised three sons. The eldest son was working outside and had never returned home. The second son, Liu Guangtian, and the youngest son, Liu Guangfu, were clamoring to split up every day.
Oh right, there was a projectionist named Xu Damao who lived in the backyard. He treated Silly Zhu as his enemy, but he couldn't beat him.
There was a deaf old lady living next to Xu Damao. She was a five-guarantee household. Her biological son had died during the war, and she relied on an old man to take care of her in her old age. She loved her obedient grandson, Shazhu, from the bottom of her heart.
Silly Zhu and Qin Huairu's house were neighbors, and they both lived in the courtyard under the jurisdiction of the First Master.
Qin Huairu's son, Jia Geng, was an ingrate who only knew how to take things.
See, he came again today.
"Hey, hey, hey! What's wrong with you, kid? "You're here to steal soy sauce again." Ma Hua pulled a kid's ear and pulled him in front of Silly Zhu.
Silly Zhu opened his eyes and saw the boy smiling at him.
He was none other than Qin Huairu's son, Jia Geng.
He said arrogantly,
"Silly Zhu, I'm here to steal some soy sauce."
Shazhu sat up abruptly and stretched out his hand.
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
"Pa!"
It was three clear slaps.
" Steal your mother."
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