Teacher He of the Siheyuan

He Daqing was proud of himself, he never thought that Qin Huairu would be so easily satisfied now.

It's not like the later vampire queen who plotted against Sha Zhu's meals, the TV set, and the house, and finally inserted the blood-sucking blood vessel into Lou Xiao'e's body!

I just gave you your routine in advance,
This is called pre-judgment.

One dish a day is really too simple for a cook. In the original book, Shazhu brought more than one dish to Jia’s family every day. His younger sister was reluctant to eat it, so she went to take care of the widow’s son, and had to help the widow’s son to be scapegoated. , I can't say hello when I come.

The same thing was done by different people with completely different effects. Under Qin Huairu's respectful eyes, He Daqing returned home!

Kicked the silly son awake, and went out by himself without waiting for him.

When passing by the gate, Yan Bugui closed the gate, and watched He Daqing's figure go away from the crack of the door, then patted the dust off his body, put on the old-style glasses again, and went out with his head held high, like a bird Proud big cock!
He Daqing didn't go directly to work in the rolling mill. It was still early, so he walked around the courtyard.

Siheyuan is located in the south of the city, and there are several other Siheyuan nearby, which were formerly owned by princes, ministers or wealthy businessmen, but are now allocated to the working class, and the workers in the nearby factories basically live there.

Turning a corner not far from the courtyard is the street office, and another alley is the police station in this area!

He Daqing wrote down the locations one by one. In the future, at least he would have to stay in the courtyard for at least 20 years, and he would have to experience some wind, frost, rain and snow.

Turning around and turning a corner, there is actually a small forest nearby, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and it is not short!

"Ding, I found the sign-in location, may I ask the host if you want to sign in?" A mysterious and friendly mechanical voice sounded!
"Sign in" He Daqing said excitedly!

"Successful sign-in, the host will be rewarded with high-quality kimchi cooking skills, and one hundred altars of old-fashioned kimchi"

Pickle?It's pickles, high-quality cooking?What the hell, a piece of information came, it turned out that there are many kinds of pickles, including pickled vegetables in Beijing, pickled peppers and ginger in Sichuan Province, pickled mustard in Fuling, Yucheng, and so on.

There are also several ways to quickly marinate kimchi.

"System, is the boutique level a level, and is there anything above it?"

"Answer the host, the system rewards are generally divided into 4 levels, entry level, excellent level, boutique level, and master level"

"Then why, only reward me with high-quality kimchi skills?" He Daqing was a little puzzled.

"Because the technical content of kimchi is too low, the highest level is only high-quality goods, and the kimchi provided by many restaurants is only entry-level."

"Ding, it is detected that the host has successfully signed in for the first time, and the host will be rewarded with a master-level brush calligraphy." A stream of information came into my mind. It was a lot of insights about calligraphy, and my hands seemed to have become slender.

"Grandmaster Calligraphy" He Daqing was shocked, and there was another magical skill.

Then the mysterious voice fell silent, He Daqing didn't answer the [-] whys.

He wasn't angry either, but his hands were itchy, so he picked up a dead branch and calmed down.

If you write like a god, the pen is like a dragon and a snake, and it is completed in one go. After finishing the writing, you are satisfied and throw away the dead wood!
Left without looking back.

Not long after, a passing middle-aged man came over, suddenly noticed the situation on the ground, and muttered in his mouth!

"The red sun rises in the east, and its avenue is full of rays of light. I am so lucky to be born in your arms. I have a blood flowing in my veins. It is hard to share the same blessings. I have erected my backbone. My country is boundless with benevolence and a thousand-year-old faith."

"This word, this poem, baby, it's really a baby. I don't know which master left the calligraphy, but it's a pity that it didn't stay on the paper, so it can't be destroyed like this."

The middle-aged man was a little anxious and looked around. At this time, another little girl with braids came, and the middle-aged man stretched out his hand to stop her.

The braided girl looked nervous, and took a few steps back, "What do you want, I tell you, don't do it, I, I have practiced, I just don't want to hurt you"

"Lesbians, don't be nervous, I don't mean anything malicious, so, come and see something." The middle-aged man was depressed, wondering if he looked like a bad guy, so he could only explain.

"Hey, you tricked me into the grove, and then your accomplice jumped out to rob me. Are you stupid or am I stupid? I have acquaintances in the police station, and the director is my comrade-in-arms." Look like a fool.

"Listen to me, I am not a robber. I am the principal of Weimin Primary School, Wang Xiaoguo. There is a calligraphy written by a master in the small woods. I am afraid that someone will destroy it. I want you to stay and prevent others from destroying it. I will give it to you." One yuan for you, no, two yuan," the middle-aged man said anxiously.

As he spoke, he took out a dollar and handed it over.

The little braided girl looked at Wang Xiaoguo on the opposite side, her face was sincere, she didn't look like a fake, she didn't take the money, but took a few steps cautiously, and looked towards the ground of Xiaoshulin.

Sure enough, there was a piece of writing on the ground that looked like a poem. Although I didn't quite understand what it was good for, I could still see the majestic momentum, which was different from ordinary factory printing.

I began to believe Wang Xiaoguo's statement in my heart, but I still said in a difficult way, "Hello, Principal Wang, my name is Ding Qiunan, a doctor in the infirmary of the steel factory in front, it's just a piece of writing on the ground, there is no need to mobilize people, and I also It’s okay to be late for work.”

"Hello, Comrade Ding Qiunan, this calligraphy is not an ordinary calligraphy. It is definitely a master's calligraphy, and it is better written in poetry. I won't waste a lot of your time. It only takes 10 minutes, 10 minutes is enough." Wang Xiaoguo, eyes He said pleadingly.

"Okay, I'll just wait for 10 minutes, and I have to leave after 10 minutes," the little girl Ding Qiunan was begged for the first time, and she didn't know how to refuse, so she could only agree embarrassingly.

"Great, thank you Comrade Ding Qiunan." Wang Xiaoguo stuffed one dollar and ran away.

Fortunately, it is broad daylight, and the grove here is not too remote. Occasionally, workers who go to work still pass by.

So Ding Qiunan was not very scared. After waiting for a while, he felt that nothing happened, and his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the poems on the ground again!

Read softly, "The red sun rises in the east, its avenue is full of rays of light, how lucky I am to be born in your arms, with a blood flowing in my veins, it is difficult to share the same blessings, stand upright, my country is boundless with benevolence, and the thousand years will never change. The Faith of Death"

After reading it in one breath, the poem is majestic, tactful and smooth, with silver hooks in the characters and strokes, dragons and snakes dancing, which is endless aftertaste.

He Daqing didn't expect that a lyrics he scribbled on the ground would be so valued by others, and even fascinated a young nurse.

He originally wanted to clean it up after writing it, but when he finished writing it, he felt that it was natural and it was a pity to ruin it. Fortunately, no one around saw it at the time, so he slipped away immediately. No one would think of him as a middle-aged cook. Can write well.