Siheyuan: Rebirth of He Yuzhu, God of Cooking starts

Yan Bugui smiled bitterly and said, "It's not bad. I asked you today. You two earn 1,600 yuan a month." How can you drive so many?'

Yi Zhonghai smiled and said: "Actually, one thousand six hundred and sixty is not much. We are working for the British now. Am I an eighth-level fitter?"

"Eighth-level fitters are popular everywhere. I make a lot of money in a month in 49 City. Now I make a little more than in 49 City!"

Yan Bugui nodded and said: "Yes, you are an eighth-level fitter, so you should make more money!"

Yan Bugui had forgotten about this. Yi Zhonghai was a skilled worker, an eighth-level fitter!

He looked at Liu Haizhong and asked with a smile: "Old Liu, you are not an eighth-level blacksmith, are you?"

Liu Haizhong smiled and said: "Smart, after all, I am a teacher. I have the level of an eighth-level blacksmith, and I have been working as a seventh-level worker in the steel rolling mill!"

"When I get here, I will also be an eighth-level worker, and my salary will be the same as that of Lao Yi!"

Liu Haizhong looked proud when he mentioned that he was an eighth-level worker.

When he was in Sijiucheng, Yan Bugui always laughed at him for being uneducated, saying that he was a teacher, so why not.

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In fact, among their three old brothers, Yan Bugui makes the least money and has the most difficulty supporting his family.

At that time, the gap between the rich and the poor was not obvious. Every household saved money for retirement and advocated frugality.

It's different now. Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui don't have to be frugal. Even if they are frugal, the food they eat in the factory is better than what they eat during the New Year in Sijiucheng.

...

But Liu Haizhong looked down on Yan Bugui a little bit.

A poor and rotten scholar is nothing.

Yan Bugui smiled bitterly and said: 'Hey! You two have completely stood up now, unlike me!'

"I want Wang Yaowen to help me find a job as a teacher and teach primary school students. Wang Yaowen won't help me, so he says I can't teach!"

"Why are the primary schools here teaching different from those in mainland China? Let me work outside for three months first!"

"If you don't want to help, just say so. Why do you have to beat around the bush?"

“It’s true that the richer you are, the less you care about others!”

Seeing Yan Bugui complaining, Yi Zhonghai smiled and said: "Old Yan, you wrongly blamed Wang Yaowen. You really can't teach in the primary school here!"

Seeing Yi Zhonghai denying himself, Yan Bugui immediately blew his beard and glared. He slapped the table hard and yelled: "Yi Zhonghai, you also look down on people, don't you?"

"I have been a primary school teacher all my life, why can't I teach primary school students?".

"Explain to me why I can't teach you?"

Yi Zhonghai smiled and said: "Old Yan, look at you, you are so anxious!"

"Old Yan, let me ask you, what is pi "797"?"

"What is pi?" Yan Bugui frowned.

Yi Zhonghai smiled and said: "Look, you don't know! Then I'm asking you, what is the molecular structure of water?"

"The molecular structure of water? I don't know!" Yan Bugui frowned.

Am I really not able to teach elementary school? Why have I never heard of what he said?

Isn't it quite simple to teach elementary school students? You can do calculations such as addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, memorize ancient poems, and grow vegetables.

Those who are talented go to junior high school, and those who are not talented go to junior high school vegetable gardening class. How come everything changes here?

Yi Zhonghai smiled and said: 'You can't answer it, well, I'm asking you a question. Which one weighs more, a pound of iron or a pound of cotton?'

Yan Bugui said anxiously: "Hey, I know this. It must be heavy from iron. How can cotton compare with iron?"

Yi Zhonghai smiled and shook his head: 'No!'

Yan Bugui asked anxiously: 'How could this be wrong? How come a pound of iron is not heavier than a pound of cotton? The iron is so hard and heavy, how can cotton compare?'

Yi Zhonghai looked at Liu Haizhong and said with a smile: "Old Liu, which one do you tell him is more important?"

Liu Haizhong smiled and said: "Old Yan, a pound of iron weighs as much as a pound of cotton!"

"He's asking about your weight, not who is tough!"

Yan Bugui argued: "Iron must be heavy. How can cotton compare with iron?"

Yi Zhonghai smiled and said: "Since you are not good at this, I will ask you in another way!"

"You said a fish weighing one pound or a pot of small fish weighing one pound, which one is heavier?"

Yan Bugui said with a smile: "That must be the weight of a pound of fish... No!"

Yan Bugui reacted instantly. He jumped up, his face turned red, and his eyes widened.

This….

Yi Zhonghai smiled and said: "Have you realized it this time? Didn't I say you can't teach me?'

"Wang Yaowen said you can't teach, so you definitely can't. He is a literate person, and he must look at things more comprehensively than us!"

"People tell you to adapt first and study for three months, which means that these knowledge are not particularly difficult. If you learn it after three months, he will find you a good job!"

"Being a private teacher is a lot of money. The boss of our factory hired a primary school teacher for his son, and the monthly price is 9,000 Hong Kong dollars!"

“That teacher is a woman, only in her twenties, and she earns 300 yuan a day, which is more than we earn!”

"Lao Yan, you have been a primary school teacher for more than 20 years. I believe you can be better than those teachers who have just entered the field!"

Liu Haizhong encouraged: "Lao Yan, you must study hard and continue to be your teacher!"

Yan Bugui nodded heavily and said: "Well, I will definitely study hard. I have been a teacher all my life. I can't change careers when I get old!" 5.9

"Thank you two for enlightening me. I'm thinking! I'll study first, and then let Wang Yaowen recommend a job to me!"

"Yes, come on!" Yi Zhonghai encouraged...

Liu Haizhong said: "Old Yan, you can definitely do it!"

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, the dishes Yi Zhonghai ordered arrived.

The three of them poured some wine and started drinking...

After the three of them finished drinking, Yan Bugui returned to Wang Yaowen's villa in a daze. Their family, except Yan Bugui, all worked here. As long as they didn't disturb the owner's family, Yan Bugui was welcome here. Have the right of residence.

A meal of wine completely woke Yan Bugui up. Now he wants to be a teacher and needs to learn again.

He is also in his fifties this year and will soon be sixty. Isn't it torture to study to be a teacher?

Yan Bugui, who was lying on the court, finally understood. He was going to ask Uncle Fu and let the old guy choose a path for him. He heard from his two sons that he was the boss of the 18th gang.

The underworld boss guards the door for Wang Yaozu. This Wang Yaozu is really awesome!

Yan Bugui went out and chopped two kilograms of pig head meat, two pig's trotters, two salted fish, two kilograms of peanuts, and arrived at the door of Uncle Fu's house carrying four bottles of wine.

buckle buckle~

"Who!" Fu Bo shouted.

"I, the new Yan Bugui, Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang's father!"

"Lao Yan, here you go, wait for me!"