Siheyuan: Rebirth of He Yuzhu, God of Cooking starts

"Hey, Lao Yi, since you don't want to get on my bike, you can go back on your own legs. I'll take the first step."

He Daqing first said goodbye to Zhang Ermazi, and then said hello to Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai was so angry that he said angrily: "You take your Yangguan Road, and I'll take my single-plank bridge."

He Daqing, who was already some distance away, heard Yi Zhonghai's strange words and said without looking back: "It's not easy to walk on the single-plank bridge, Old Yi, be careful not to fall into the ditch, hahaha..."

"..."

Watching He Daqing ride away on his bicycle, laughing wildly, Yi Zhonghai wished he could find a dog to come over and snap him.

"He Daqing, just wait for me. Don't watch you make a fuss now. Be careful about making lists in the future."

"Haven't you heard someone say that? The higher you climb, the harder you fall. It's the stupid pillar of your family."

Yi Zhonghai looked at He Daqing's back, his eyes almost bursting with fire, and he thought viciously in his heart.

"Master Yi, I see that your face looks very ugly. Are you feeling unwell?"

Zhang Ermazi asked knowingly.

Yi Zhonghai shook his head and said expressionlessly: "Thank you, Master Zhang, for your concern. I'm fine. Goodbye."

"Goodbye, Master Yi. Let's talk next time when we have time."

Zhang Ermazi waved his hand to Yi Zhonghai, turned around and left.

333At this moment, Yi Zhonghai suddenly felt that he was lonely.

He suddenly remembered his beloved disciple Jia Dongxu.

Originally, he had high hopes for Jia Dongxu, hoping that Jia Dongxu would support him in his old age in the future, but unexpectedly, Jia Dongxu turned out to be a short-lived ghost.

Died early.

This made all Yi Zhonghai's early investment in vain.

What's even more terrible is that after Jia Dongxu's death, the Jia family was still bewitched by He Yuzhu and extorted a large sum of money from him.

Jia Zhang blackmailed him for a thousand dollars!

These days, one thousand yuan is definitely a huge sum of money.

That was the hard-earned money that Yi Zhonghai saved while working as a fitter in a steel rolling mill.

But in the end, Jia Zhang made trouble unreasonably and was blackmailed out of a thousand yuan.

Thinking about it now, Yi Zhonghai still feels extremely heartbroken.

"Silly Zhu, it's all damn Silly Zhu's fault!"

"Silly Zhu, you and I are at odds with each other!"

Yi Zhonghai thought fiercely.

Unexpectedly!

His right foot stepped on half a brick.

Yi Zhonghai said "Ouch" and sprained his right foot.

...

He Daqing hummed a little tune, rode a bicycle carrying white (bdbh) green flowers, and returned to the courtyard happily.

Along the way, Bai Cuihua could not help but complain for a while, complaining that his stupid Zhu Zhu had donated all of such a large amount of money.

That’s one hundred and seventy-five dollars and a half!

Taking back Baoding is enough to marry two wives.

But He Daqing smiled and said, Cuihua, you are just a woman. Do you know what is good for a man in the end? It is reputation.

The pillar of our family now wants money, a wife like a wife, a house like a house, a son like a son, and a daughter like a daughter.

The superiors suddenly rewarded Zhuzi with such a large sum of money. How many pairs of eyes were on it?

If our Zhuzi really took that large amount of money home, there might be many relatives and friends who would shamelessly borrow the money.

It's fine now. Our family Zhuzhu only set aside fifty yuan for himself, and donated all the remaining money to the martyrs' families in Sijiu City.

You said that if this is the case, will anyone still keep an eye on the money in Zhu Zhu’s hands?

Would anyone else be so shameless as to go to Zhuzi to borrow money?

Anyone who dares to borrow money from Zhu Zhu is short-sighted and blind!

That’s why I said that my son’s matter was handled beautifully.

If it were me, He Daqing, I, He Daqing, would never be able to do such a brilliant thing.

Along the way, He Daqing praised his son.

Bai Cuihua is also confused.

She also wanted to encourage He Daqing to go to He Yuzhu, borrow a sum of money, and take it back to Baoding to marry her two sons.

Hearing He Daqing's tone, there was definitely no chance.

"Lao He, you are finally back."

The third uncle, Yan Bugui, was standing at the gate, looking around.

Seeing that He Daqing was back, he immediately came up excitedly.

The third aunt, Liu Cheng's wife, the first aunt, the second aunt and others all followed happily.

"What? Lao Yan, do you have something to do with me?"

He Daqing stopped the bicycle and Bai Cuihua jumped off the back seat.

Yan Bugui said with a smile on his face: "Lao He, look what you said, I can't come to you if nothing happens? We just heard Liu Cheng say that your pillar showed his face in the steel rolling mill today, a big face! "

He Daqing didn't mention how beautiful it was, but he pretended to be puzzled and asked: "Old Yan, what's going on? Could it be that my Zhuzi got into trouble in the factory?"

Bai Cuihua was behind him and rolled her eyes at He Daqing speechlessly.

Yan Bugui shook his head repeatedly and said: "No, Lao He, look at what you said, how could your pillar get into trouble? It's nothing.

It was your pillar who showed up. It is said that the factory rewarded your pillar with fifty yuan, and the district rewarded your pillar with thirty yuan..."

Yanbu Guiyuan repeated what Zhang Ermazi told He Daqing halfway.

The three aunts behind him were extremely envious.

Darling, what kind of evil did He Daqing give birth to?

Despite leaving such a large amount of money, he actually donated it all.

Jia Zhang also looked at He Daqing greedily.

Although Jia Zhang has a large sum of money in the bank, who thinks he has too much money?

Jia Zhang thought in her heart: "This silly Zhu is really a silly Zhu. He only called him by the wrong name, but not by the wrong nickname. You said such a large sum of money, but he didn't just pocket it himself, why would he donate it?" What about it? It is said that it was donated to the martyrs’ families.”

"You don't even know He Yuzhu or those martyrs' relatives, why are you donating to them?"

"If you want to donate, you should also donate to our family. Don't you stupid Zhu know that our family has the most difficult life?"

Mrs. Jia Zhang was used to crying about poverty in the courtyard. Now that she saw money, she actually forgot that her family had saved a large sum of money in the bank.

Almost all uncles and aunties feel sour in their hearts.

They all felt worthless for He Yuzhu.

Such a large amount of money should not be donated to outsiders.

If you want to donate, you should donate to them.

After hearing what Yan Bugui said about his son's glorious deeds, He Daqing smiled brightly and said: "Old Yan, I thought it was something to make a fuss about. You really are too. Isn't it my son who donated money to the martyrs in Sijiu City? One hundred and seventy-five dollars and a half? It’s a trivial matter.”

"I have often taught our pillar in the past that he must respect the martyrs and be kind to the martyrs. When he is able, he must take good care of the glorious families of the martyrs."

"No, my son obeys my words."

Yan Bugui: "..."

Jia Zhang: "..."

Third Aunt: "..."

Neighbors: ????

At this moment, the neighbors silently reached a consensus in their hearts:

He Daqing is so shameless!!!.