Siheyuan: The rise and fall of the He family is our responsibility

Although he was still a little unfamiliar at the beginning, He Yuzhu soon got the feel for it and became more and more proficient in shouting.

Soon, a black-faced man wearing a felt hat and holding a white rag in his hand saw He Yuzhu and greeted him.

"Hey Zhuzi, you're out so early, why don't you get some sleep, kid?"

After hearing this, He Yuzhu smiled and responded, "Uncle Li, I was just thinking about selling out the breakfast so that I can make breakfast for Yushui when I get back."

"Great, Zhuzi. You know how to love your sister. You're really a little man." Uncle Li praised.

Uncle Li sells buns nearby. Originally, the two should have been competitors, but when Uncle Li saw that He Yuzhu had to support a family at such a young age, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for him.

In addition, He Yuzhu only sold one basket a day, which would not affect the business much, so he taught He Yuzhu how to shout better.

Uncle Li can be said to have played an indispensable role in helping He Yuzhu grow from a shy child who dared not speak to a street vendor who shouts out his products confidently.

As the sky gradually brightened, more and more people began to appear on the road. Uncle Li ended his chat with He Yuzhu and hurried back to take care of his stall.

"Zhu Zi, give me two pancakes."

"Okay, Uncle Wang, here are your cakes, take them."

"Zhu Zi, give me three cakes too."

"Okay, I'll be here soon."

Most of the people who come to buy He Yuzhu's cakes are regular customers. Some of them were introduced by Uncle Li, and some felt sorry for He Yuzhu, a little kid selling things, and wanted to help him.

Over time, a stable customer base was formed, and an hour later, all of He Yuzhu's sixty pancakes were sold out.

After selling the pancakes, He Yuzhu now has to prepare the ingredients for selling pancakes next time, which is flour.

Since He Daqing took away all the valuables in the house before he left, leaving only a pitiful amount of money, He Yuzhu could only sell a small amount of flour each time.

But this was also a blessing in disguise. Because he could only buy a small amount of flour each time, He Yuzhu was able to figure out the maximum number of cakes he could sell, thus avoiding the situation of not being able to sell the remaining cakes.

He put the empty basket in front of Uncle Li's stall and said, "Uncle Li, please keep an eye on it for me while I go to the grain store."

"Okay, go ahead and find out for me what the price of Xiaomi is today."

"OK, no problem."

He Yuzhu agreed and then walked towards the grain store. After a while, a grain store appeared in front of him.

"Comrade, weigh me twenty-three pounds of flour."

"Okay, that's twenty thousand dollars in total."

Hearing the price, He Yuzhu was subconsciously stunned for a moment. He was about to say that some flour could be worth 20,000 yuan, but suddenly he remembered that the country had just been founded and people still liked to use silver dollars for transactions. 20,000 yuan now was nothing more than two yuan in the future.

He took out twenty thousand yuan from his pocket and handed it to the salesperson, then left the store with the flour. Before leaving, He Yuzhu did not forget to check the price of millet.

Just as He Yuzhu was walking with the flour with some difficulty, he overheard two old men chatting at the door and stopped instantly.

"Have you heard that Taifeng Building posted a notice not long ago, saying that they are recruiting apprentices."

"Taifeng Building? Which Taifeng Building in Qianmen Dashilan?"

"Nonsense, apart from Taifeng Building, one of the eight buildings, is there any other building in the entire Forty-Nine City that dares to be called Taifeng Building?"

"That would be incredible. If I could become an apprentice at Taifenglou, I would never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of my life."

"That's true, but the requirements are high. You have to be under 15 years old, over 7 years old, and have a solid foundation to sign up."

"It's really demanding. I want to sign up my grandson to give it a try."

After listening to the conversation between the two, He Yuzhu knew that his chance to turn things around had come.

How famous is Taifeng Tower? Even Mr. Sun and his wife visited the place when they lived in New York.

The famous boss of Kaishen Logistics and his subordinates often go to Taifeng Building and are proud of it. Even Marshal Ye has hosted banquets for business people here.

From this we can see what kind of psychological position this restaurant occupies in the hearts of those bigwigs.

You know, the most important thing in life is food, so a chef with superb skills has a very high status.

In his previous life, He Yuzhu was very good at cooking Sichuan cuisine and Tan cuisine. The director and deputy director of the steel rolling mill showed him special respect just to eat his dishes. During that time, He Yuzhu was completely a boss in the factory.

In fact, He Yuzhu didn't want to work for others at first, but wanted to open a restaurant of his own.

But now he has no funds, no connections, and he is still a child, so it is wishful thinking for him to open a restaurant.

Therefore, Taifenglou's recruitment of apprentices was tantamount to opening a window for him. Looking at the conditions, it seemed as if it was tailor-made for him.

He Yuzhu made up his mind to become an apprentice at Taifenglou. If he could be lucky enough to become the apprentice of the state banquet chef, coupled with his own talent, his future would be limitless.

After making up his mind, He Yuzhu returned to Dongzhimen with the flour, took the basket back from Uncle Li, and told him the price of the grain.

On the way home, He Yuzhu bought a candy man for his sister. He knew that children loved this kind of thing the most.

As soon as I entered the courtyard gate, a middle-aged man's voice came over, "Hey Zhuzi, are you back after selling?"

He was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. He had glasses on his face and a book in his hands, looking like a scholar.

Unfortunately, his shifty eyes and slightly hunched waist completely destroyed his forced scholarly air, leaving only the appearance of a stingy miser.

"Yes, Third Uncle, I'm back. Is there anything I can help you with?" He Yuzhu said indifferently.

"Nothing, I just saw that you were carrying flour in one hand and holding the basket in the other hand. It looked very hard. How about I help you?"

After saying that, regardless of whether He Yuzhu agreed or not, he grabbed the basket. The moment he picked it up, Yan Bugui secretly looked inside with his small eyes and found that there was not even a single cake left, and a look of disappointment appeared in his eyes.

Although Yan Bugui hid it very well, He Yuzhu still saw it, and thought with a smile: "This Third Uncle is still so fond of taking advantage of others."

It goes without saying that the reason why Yan Bugui was so active was because he was going for the remaining biscuits of He Yuzhu.