He Yuzhu had a cheat code as well since he had suddenly arrived in this world. He had bound himself to a check-in system on the day he transmigrated. Unfortunately, it was useless and not as powerful as the other transmigrators 'systems. The Newcomer Gift Pack only gave him 500 yuan in cash, 100 pounds of flour, 100 pounds of rice, a set of clothes, a set of cotton pants, two sets of bedding, a set of thin summer clothes, a set of pure cotton autumn and winter clothes, and a pair of cloth shoes and cotton shoes. Then, he raised He Yuzhu's cooking skills to Master Level and that was it.
He Yuzhu studied it and found that other than the 100 cubic meters of space that came with the check-in system, it could only sign in after waking up every morning. After that, there were no other functions.
Moreover, the space could only store inanimate objects, not living things. The check-in was even worse. It was filled with basic materials such as potatoes, flour, and money. The units were pitifully small, either a few taels or a catty. The money was even one or two cents. It was rare to even see a dime.
He Yuzhu had signed in nearly a hundred times in more than three months. The coarse and coarse grain was less than a hundred catties, and the money was 86 cents. He Yuzhu was so angry that he cursed the system for being trash.
No matter how difficult the years were, life would always pass. Since it could not be changed, He Yuzhu could only accept everything happily.
Over the past few months, He Yuzhu had gradually conquered the stomachs of all the leaders of the Red Star Rolling Steel Mill through his master cooking skills. If it weren't for the Three Year Disaster, the rolling steel mill would have to entertain them every day.
A few days ago, He Yuzhu had successfully become a level-eight cook with a monthly salary of 35.5 yuan. He was also the head chef of the First Cafeteria. He had a two-yuan subsidy, so his monthly salary was 37.5 yuan. If he went out to cook for others, he could get about 50 yuan a month.
This money was enough for him and his sister to live a comfortable life. They wouldn't have any pressure even if they ate big fish and meat every few days. Unfortunately, there weren't enough tickets. No matter how much money they had, they could only eat dust in the box. It was already good enough to eat meat once or twice a month.
He Yuzhu was very satisfied with his current life. In his previous life, he had been busy for half of his life, but in the end, he had nothing. Now, his life was so good. Other than the lack of supplies and almost no entertainment activities, this leisurely and comfortable life really made him forget about home.
The most important thing for him now was to find another wife, have three to five children, and live a peaceful life.
He Yuzhu thought of this and took another sip of tea comfortably.
After a while, Ma Hua came over with a plate of shredded potatoes and two steamed buns." Master, here, eat."”Ma Hua said respectfully. He Yuzhu accepted it calmly and lowered her head to eat quietly.
In this era where supplies were scarce, being able to work in the factory canteen could be said to be a golden rice bowl that people envied. After all, the kitchen staff did not have to spend money to eat in the canteen. It was equivalent to having food on the house. The monthly money could be left for their families to use. Those with fewer people would definitely not be hungry. Unlike the workshop workers, most of the monthly meal tickets were eaten by themselves. Most of the time, the family members did not dare to eat too much, afraid that there was not enough food to eat. Families with many people basically did not have enough to eat.
Moreover, as a chef, especially a chef like He Yuzhu who was in charge of the reception in the factory, he could take the leftovers home every time he served them. These leftovers were the most coveted in the entire kitchen. In the past, most of the leftovers were taken home by He Yuzhu and his sister, He Yushui. However, since three months ago, He Yuzhu had the kitchen take turns to clean up the leftovers from the factory and take them home. He no longer brought leftovers from the factory.
After the staff finished eating, He Yuzhu instructed the kitchen staff to clean up and prepare to leave work. After all, the rolling mill did not have dinner at night, and he had already finished his work for the day.
The Red Star Rolling Mill was not far from He Yuzhu's courtyard house. It was only a ten-minute walk.
This was a three-door courtyard. It was said that it used to be part of a royal residence. The courtyard was divided into three courtyards: the front, the middle, and the back. There were more than 20 families and more than 100 people living in the courtyard, most of whom worked in the rolling mill.
For the convenience of management, the neighborhood committee had specially selected an old man in each courtyard to be responsible for coordinating the neighbors and handling all kinds of civil disputes or other trivial matters in the courtyard.
Yan Bugui, the Third Master of the front yard, was petty and calculative. He was calculative in order to take advantage of others. However, he was not a bad person. He Yuzhu could understand him now. After all, the Third Master had to feed six people with his salary alone and had three sons. As the saying went, a young man ate his father until he was poor. Third Uncle was currently only a Grade 8 teacher at Red Star Primary School. His monthly salary was 37 yuan, which was less than He Yuzhu's. It was all thanks to Third Uncle's calculations that no one starved to death.
Yi Zhonghai, the First Master of the Central Courtyard, was a fair and helpful man. He was the most prestigious master in the Siheyuan. An old man was a seventh-grade fitter in the rolling mill. His monthly salary was 84.5 yuan, and he was also the one who earned the most in the courtyard house. However, due to an aunt's health, she had no children. She was worried about having someone to support her in the future.
Liu Haizhong, the second uncle in the backyard, was an official fanatic. He jumped up and down in the rolling mill, wanting to be a leader. Unfortunately, his educational level was low, and he could not even be a team leader. He could only actively participate in the affairs of the yard, big and small, and have a taste of leadership. Although they also had three sons, the second uncle was a level six blacksmith in the factory with a monthly salary of 72.3 yuan. Logically speaking, the family should be living well. Unfortunately, the old couple only had the eldest son. All the good things were enjoyed by the second uncle, second aunt, and the eldest son. They were very stingy with their second son and youngest son.
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