He Yuzhu sat in Manager Yang's jeep and returned to the courtyard. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw the third uncle, Yan Bugui, watering his pots of flowers with a watering can.
Yan Bugui's eyes widened when he saw He Yuzhu carrying a bunch of things. He immediately came over and asked,""Zhu Zi, where did you get so many things? There's chicken and meat. You're rich.”
Since everyone knew that He Yuzhu had published articles in the newspaper, no one called him a fool. He spoke much more politely. However, Yan Bugui's character of taking advantage of others could not be changed.
He Yuzhu also knew that Yan Bugui's family was really in trouble. His monthly income as a teacher was only about 30 yuan. He had to support a family of six, including three children, so he did not mind him taking advantage of them.
Besides, he also thought that He Yushui might need Yan Bugui's help if she wanted to skip a grade, so he said,""Third Uncle, I can't spare my hands now. I'll send you some meat later.”
Yan Bugui was overjoyed when he heard that, he quickly said,""I'll help you get it." As he spoke, he reached out to take the thing in Yu Zhu's hand.
He Yuzhu avoided his outstretched hand."No need, Third Uncle. You go ahead. I'll send it over to you later.”As he said that, he quickly took a few steps forward and swung Yan Bugui away.
When he returned home, He Yuzhu first put away the things. He put the cigarettes and alcohol into the box, dried scallops and the like into the cupboard, and then cut half a catty of meat. He took out an old newspaper and handed it to He Yushui, who had followed him in."Send it to Third Master and invite the Deaf Old Lady over for dinner.”
He Yushui gave Yan Bugui half a catty of pork wrapped in newspapers."My brother asked me to give this to you.”
Yan Bugui was anxiously waiting there. He was still regretting his decision to follow them. He was also worried that He Yuzhu would just laugh and not send them over. He was also worried that he would just take a little.
He took the paper bag from He Yushui and weighed it in his hand. It was at least half a catty. He was overjoyed. He had expected two or three taels to be good enough, but this far exceeded his expectations.
Yan Bugui quickly said to the rain,""Your brother is too polite. Thank you so much.”
"You're welcome, Third Uncle. I'm leaving.”He Yushui said casually and hopped to the Deaf Old Lady in the backyard.
Yan Bugui returned home with the meat. He opened the paper bag and measured the size with his fingers. He said to Third Aunt,"Here, cut this small half and chop it into diced meat to stir-fry celery. We can eat this meat for three days.”
Third Aunt was also happy when she saw this."Where did you get so much meat?"
The Yan Family's children also squeezed over, drooling as they looked at the meat. Yan Bugui puffed out his chest and raised his head proudly."He Yuzhu gave it to me. That kid was very polite when he saw me.”
"Don't tell me he's begging you for something?”Third Aunt said doubtfully.
Yan Bugui said nonchalantly,"What can he ask me for? He's considered a cultured person now. This is respect for his seniors.”
Then, he looked at the four children and said,"You guys have to study hard too. If you really study well, you'll have everything. What's the point of coveting this bit of meat? If it weren't for you children dragging me down and I could concentrate on writing, it wouldn't be a problem for me to eat big fish and meat every day.”
In fact, Yan Bugui had also gone to carefully understand the situation of publishing articles in newspapers. After learning that he would receive four to fifteen yuan per thousand words after publishing, he was about to go crazy. During this period of time, he had been continuously writing and submitting, but it had always been like a stone sinking into the sea. Occasionally, he would reply with a "thank you for your patronage".
To be honest, this era was indeed too friendly to literary writers. Every 1,000 words of a manuscript was 4 yuan, 6 yuan, 8 yuan, 10 yuan, 12 yuan, and 15 yuan. The translation fee was 3 yuan, 4 yuan, 5 yuan, 6 yuan, 8 yuan, and 10 yuan per thousand words.
A long novel could earn thousands of yuan. Some famous writers, such as Lao She, Ding Ling, and Liu Shaotang, belonged to the "high-paying class" and were envied by others.
Lao She, Zhang Henshui, Ai Qing, Wu Zuguang, and other cultured people all bought their own courtyard houses in the capital in the early 1950s (the price was about 10,000 yuan).
Zhao Shuli was a country bumpkin from the Jiefang District. After he arrived in the capital, he bought a large courtyard house with a fee of more than 10,000 yuan. Later, when he saw that the National Federation of Literature and Art was short of space, he gave the courtyard to the public and changed it to a small courtyard. In the future, when he left the capital to work in Jin Province, he might as well hand over the small courtyard for free.
Shanghai's Ba Jin and other writers also used their own royalties to cover their daily expenses.
Seeing that there was meat to eat, the four children of the Yan Family did not care about what Yan Bugui said. They drooled and nodded randomly.
When He Yushui helped the Deaf old lady over, He Yuzhu had already steamed a steamed bun and was cooking. A piece of braised pork filled the courtyard with fragrance.
In this era, there were no range hoods or anything like that. When cooking, the doors and windows were wide open. The neighbors were all salivating and eating the bread with the fragrance.
The Deaf Old Lady sat down and began to preach,"You're eating better than a landlord every day. Don't you know that you have to save money to marry a wife? Even if you have money, you have to spend it sparingly.”
When He Yuzhu heard that, she was right. Jia Zhangshi would definitely be jealous. When the time came, spouting nonsense would still have an impact. Wasn't there an old saying that said,"I'd rather my neighbor buy a donkey than let my neighbor be elected?" He Yuzhu immediately replied,"You're really knowledgeable. I really didn't notice this. In the future, let's secretly cook delicious food and not let anyone notice.”
Seeing that He Yuzhu understood, the Deaf Old Lady said happily,""You still have to save up. You can save money and get a wife as soon as possible to help take care of Rainwater.”
The deaf old lady was in her seventies. She was knowledgeable and everything she said made sense. He had taught He Yuzhu this way because he treated him like his own grandson. If He Yuzhu still could not wake him up like in the original TV series, then her approach would be different.
In the original play, the deaf old lady knew that Widow Qin had asked He Yuzhu to help her, but she did not say anything. In the end, although she matchmade Lou Xiao'e to play poker with him, she did not tell He Yuzhu these principles.
Of course, in the original movie, He Yuzhu said it beautifully, but the one who really took care of the Deaf Old Lady was a middle-aged woman. He Yuzhu only went there for a while because he thought about it. Usually, he was busy teasing Widow Qin.
The next day, He Yuzhu looked for Lin Dazhong.""Uncle Lin, can you find a mechanic workshop to make an electric grinder?”
Lin Dazhong asked in surprise,"What is an electric mill?"”
"It's a grinding stone that uses electricity. Just add a motor to the small grinding stone we use. It's very simple.”
"Why does our canteen need an electric mill?" Lin Dazhong asked again.”
"You can make your own soy milk and process some ingredients and seasonings.”
He Yuzhu lowered his voice and leaned closer to Lin Dazhong, then said,""Use an electric mill to process the noodles and make them into steamed buns with white flour. They're delicate, fragrant, and chewy. On the surface, they look like Erhe noodles steamed buns. When the workers see that the leader also eats Erhe noodles steamed buns, they'll naturally be convinced by the leader.”
Lin Dazhong patted He Yuzhu's shoulder and said teasingly: "You brat, you're so good at flattery.”
After the electric grinder was done, He Yuzhu first processed dozens of kilograms of his own noodles. It was very convenient. The noodles he took were ground several times, and there were no grains at all. He Yuzhu suddenly thought of a way to "invent" a lot of food processing machinery that hadn't been invented in this era.
Putting this thought aside, He Yuzhu used the excuse of the leader's instructions to bring the ingredients into the kitchen. First, he used the finely ground stick noodles and white flour to make more than ten drawers of Erhe Noodles Mantou. There was a lot of white flour, so the stick noodles played a role in coloring.
He made another big pot of red braised pork, a big pot of Beijing sauce shredded pork, and a big pot of braised chicken. They were all divided into twelve aluminum lunch boxes that he had prepared in advance. He brought them out of the kitchen along with a big bag of steamed buns and put them into the system backpack when no one was paying attention at the corner.
He had used the time freeze feature of the System Backpack to store the hot steamed buns and meat dishes. This way, he would only need to stir-fry some vegetables when he returned home. Then, he would take out the preserved steamed buns and one or two meat dishes from the System Backpack. This way, the fragrance of stir-frying would not be overflowing. Eating something good would not be so conspicuous.
At night, He Yuzhu lay in bed and followed the train of thought that he had during the day. He carefully recalled the food processing machinery of the future. He was more familiar with the egg beating machine and juicing machine, which were not suitable for the canteen. There were still many things that could be used in the canteen and restaurants. However, He Yuzhu was not a chef in the future, so he did not know much about these things. He only had some impression of the simpler ones, such as the dough kneading machine, meat grinder, and noodle machine. He had only heard about the dumpling machine, steamed bun machine, slicing machine, and slicing machine. He did not know what they looked like.
He Yuzhu thought about it for a long time. The principle of the dough kneader and meat grinder was relatively simple. He reckoned that he could copy and "invent" them. He would have to figure out the rest carefully. Also, he had to consider clearly what benefits he would get from doing this, whether there were any risks, and whether he could get the support of the factory.
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