Siheyuan starts from a good life

Jiang Yan looked at the other people and felt that he had the highest IQ, and he felt secretly happy.

"Zhuzi, the valuable thing I'm talking about is not money."

"What is that?" He Yuzhu asked.

After hearing He Yuzhu's words, Jiang Yan spoke directly without beating around the bush.

Seeing the slight silence, Jiang Yan said jokingly: "Zhuzi, do you know? When you can really make money, do you know what you want to do most?"

"I will never reveal a single sentence."

"The reason why I said Yuyu hated him is that Yuyu was only a few years old when he left. She lost her mother when she was born, and her father left and abandoned her, so she is more qualified than you."

"Da Mao, how do we divide our classes now?"

"Of course not." Xu Damao almost blurted out the answer to this question.

"And don't forget, what is Uncle He's heirloom dish? It is Tan's cuisine. Have you ever thought about who can afford Tan's cuisine?"

"Of course you don't know, because the person who made the forgery is not you, but Uncle He."

"Boss, do you mean to say that my identity is fake? But I don't know anything!"

"That's why I said you have no right to hate him."

"The valuable things I'm referring to are your job and these two and a half houses."

"Don't worry, boss, we understand."

"Of course I remember. If you hadn't helped me get the money back, boss, I would have been cheated."

He Yuzhu's face was a little moved when he heard Jiang Yan's words, but he still didn't speak.

After he said this, everyone burst into laughter.

When these words were spoken, the faces of He Yuzhu and Liuzi became ugly at the same time.

This question made He Yuzhu confused.

Jiang Yan said this sentence half seriously and half jokingly.

"Zhuzi, do you still remember the time you sold steamed buns in 49?"

"I think for you, Uncle He left you a craft that can support your family, arranged a job for you to settle down, and gave you a home that protects you from wind and rain. If you think about it, he can do almost everything. If he did it, he would be worthy of you, so you have no right to hate him."

He Yuzhu stammered and spoke to Jiang Yan.

After talking about what happened when he was a child, He Yuzhu asked again in confusion.

Seeing He Yuzhu like this, Jiang Yan turned to Xu Damao and said, "Da Mao, you can make money on your own. Do you hope your parents are still nagging you?"

"When he first left, I brought Yuyu to find him, but I didn't see his face. One of my stepmothers kicked him out, and then I brought Yuyu back."

"Actually, I can probably guess Uncle He's intention. Ultimately, he wants to give you two a good background. I don't know the specific situation. If you want to know what's going on inside, then you have to go to Baoding."

"Think about it, people who could sell steamed buns on the street before liberation, even if they can't be defined as small traders and hawkers, are defined as handicrafts, right? Which of these two points can have some relationship with the poor and lower-middle peasants."

Seeing Jiang Yan's eyes, Xu Damao shrank his neck.

As cooks, they naturally know the origin of Tan's cuisine, as well as the people who eat Tan's food. Those who can afford Tan's food are of simple status, and those who are either rich or noble. What can they do if they mix with these people? good.

"Zhuzhu, think about it. You were already sixteen when Uncle He left. According to the past philosophy, you can go out to work and earn money to support your family at the age of sixteen."

After everyone laughed, He Yuzhu said to Jiang Yan: "Boss, tell me why my father wants to leave me."

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"I didn't give up on him completely from that time on. Anyway, I can take good care of my sister."

Jiang Yan's words were like a thunderbolt in everyone's ears, making everyone dizzy.

The grandmother sitting next to him looked at He Yuzhu and said to him: "How can father and son have an overnight feud? Let's go and see what's going on."

After Jiang Yan said this, he looked at the people at the dinner table and saw that everyone was listening attentively.

"Boss, what evidence do you have for saying this?" Liuzi asked Jiang Yan.

"Zhuzhu heard it! The class division in the countryside is different from that in the city. You should talk less about the poor and lower-middle peasants in the future. Besides, you are not necessarily a poor and lower-middle peasant."

"Zhuzi, it's hard for me to judge this matter. According to my understanding, Uncle He shouldn't be such a person. I think there must be a misunderstanding. If you want to know the situation, it's best to ask Uncle He for details."

"But then again, there are no parents in the world who don't love their children. This person can't just think about yourself. You should also think about his helplessness and difficulties from Uncle He's perspective."

According to my understanding of He Daqing, this person is a bit unreliable, and he is not so cruel as to deny the child.

Seeing Jiang Yan's extremely stern eyes, everyone agreed.

"I just said that Zhuzi sold steamed buns when he was a child. According to the new class system, it is correct to classify him as a small businessman!"

When Jiang Yan heard Xu Damao's words, he glanced at him.

Hearing He Yuzhu's words, Jiang Yan did not answer him immediately, but glanced at the person sitting.

"Boss, why are you asking me about selling steamed buns?"

Everyone seemed to have listened to Jiang Yan's words, and the scene fell into an eerie silence.

"Yes, I remember it very clearly." Jiang Yan praised Xu Damao.

"Then have you ever been there again?" Jiang Yan asked you.

"You guys! Think about things from another angle. This brain is a good thing. It's okay. You can use it more."

"Okay, don't be nervous, don't be nervous."

Then he continued: "I can make money by myself. I can eat whatever I want and spend it as I like. If only my parents would not nag me to death when they are around me."

After hearing He Yuzhu's words, Jiang Yan ignored him and turned to ask Xu Damao.

In the past, everyone could see the love he had for He Yueyue. He really wanted the moon but not the stars. There must be something hidden in this.

"Boss, boss, this is no joke! People will die."

Then he said in an extremely stern tone: "The following words are about Zhu Zhu's life and death. After everyone listens, no one can tell me a word. If it is leaked, I will put him in a dilemma of life and death. You know I have this ability."

"Can you not be nervous? This is too scary," Xu Damao whispered.

After hearing Jiang Yan's words, Xu Damao thought for a while and said: "Rural areas are generally divided into six levels: poor peasants, lower-middle peasants, middle peasants, upper-middle peasants, rich peasants, and landlords."

After Xu Damao said this, he paused and then said: "In our four-nine cities, there are generally several levels: poor, workers, small businessmen, handicrafts, industry and commerce, industry and commerce and landlords, leather cadres, cadres, and high-level cadres."

After saying this, grandma turned to Jiang Yan and said, "My good grandson, you go with him."

Jiang Yan, the ancestor of his family who "got" it, had no choice but to obey. It seemed that he had no choice but to ask for leave from his boss tomorrow.