Siheyuan: I am different He Yuzhu

In a blink of an eye, He Yuzhu has been in this world for half a month. During this period, He Yuzhu, like a mouse, would steal some soybeans and peanuts from his home and plant them in the blessed land. All the seeds planted before have sprouted, and the blessed land has slowly begun to turn green. In half a month, He Yuzhu also got more than a dozen cotton seeds from a cotton-flitting shop more than a mile away from home. He Yuzhu also discovered that every three days in the blessed land, it would rain on the third night, with a rainfall of about 1mm. He Yuzhu was originally worried about how to water the plants on the mountain, but now he doesn't have to worry at all. And there is another magical thing, that when it rains, no rain will fall on the square. He Yuzhu guessed that it should be the barrier set up above the square by the creator of the blessed land.

In the past half month, He Yuzhu also saw some important figures in the Love Courtyard. In the same courtyard with him were the three members of the Jia Zhang family who had not yet become a widow, Yi Zhonghai who was already a fitter in the steel mill, and the deaf old lady and Xu Damao's family who lived in the backyard. Like the beginning of the TV series, the second uncle and the third uncle did not move in, and there were some other scattered residents, but they did not interact much. Because it was winter, after the men went to work, the women basically did not go out, and usually stayed at home to do needlework. He Yuzhu had dropped out of school and stayed at home. Jia Xudong was older and was already a half-grown boy. He rarely stayed in the yard and basically ran around outside. He Yuzhu's lifelong enemy Xu Damao was young and still in elementary school, so he could only meet him occasionally. Because his mother was a servant of the Lou family and was not usually at home, Xu Damao usually lived in the backyard with his father Xu Wude. Maybe it was because they were both still young, in He Yuzhu's memory, there weren't many conflicts between the two of them, and it hadn't reached the tense situation as shown in TV dramas.

On the third day after he recovered from his illness, He Yuzhu followed He Daqing to the canteen of the Dongzhimen Steel Rolling Mill to practice knife skills. After all, knife skills are the basic skills of a chef. After practicing for a while, He Yuzhu would sneak into the blessed land cave while going to the toilet and sit on the enlightenment stone to feel his knife skills. With the help of the enlightenment stone, He Yuzhu's knife skills improved very quickly. His father He Daqing felt that his son was born to be a chef, and their He family's cooking skills had been passed down.

One day in the twelfth lunar month, after dinner, He Daqing said to He Yuzhu:

"Zhu Zi, you stay home and look after your sister. I'm going to go out and do something."

So He Yuzhu stayed at home watching He Yushui and waiting for He Daqing to come back. About an hour later, He Daqing came back. He Daqing entered the house and put the bag on his shoulder on the table. Then he opened the bag and took out a piece of pork and a bag of flour. He Yuzhu looked at the pork and flour on the table.

"Dad, it's still early for the New Year. Have we started preparing New Year's goods so early? Are we going to make dumplings?"

When He Yushui heard that they were going to eat dumplings, she happily ran to He Daqing's legs and hugged He Daqing's thighs.

"Dad, I want to eat dumplings. Dumplings are delicious and fragrant."

He Daqing picked up He Yushui.

"Okay, my daughter likes to eat dumplings, so dad will make dumplings for Yu Shui tomorrow, unlike your brother who only knows how to eat all day, just like Bangchui. It's almost the New Year, and there are many people in the market. I thought that tomorrow morning we will make these dumplings, and when I go to work, you can go to the street to sell these dumplings, and make some money."

He Yuzhu was stunned when he heard this. He had traveled through time and space, and in a sense, his fate had changed. Why did He Daqing still ask He Yuzhu to sell steamed buns? This historical inertia was too strong. Didn't experts in later generations say that a butterfly flapping its wings casually in the tropical rainforest of South America could cause a tornado thousands of kilometers away? The original He Yuzhu had disappeared, but this certain destined thing would still happen. This was really amazing. It seemed that he could not be reckless in the future because he knew the big events in the future. Although he knew the big events, he was not clear about some of the things in them.

He Daqing asked He Yuzhu to go to the cellar and bring back four large cabbages to chop. He Yuzhu poured each cabbage into a large basin after chopping it. It would not take He Yuzhu long to chop four cabbages with his current knife skills. After chopping the cabbages, He Yuzhu started to chop the pork. He Yuzhu first took off the pig skin.

After He Daqing coaxed Yu Shui to sleep, he poured the flour into a basin, added the old yeast that had been soaked in advance, and poured the appropriate amount of warm water into the basin several times, and finally kneaded the dough. He Daqing put the basin next to the coal stove, hoping to use the temperature of the coal stove to fully ferment the yeast in the dough.

"Zhu Zi, go to sleep. You have to get up early to make dumplings tomorrow."

He Yuzhu heard this and returned to his bed in the west room, took off his clothes, got into bed, and lay down on the bed to prepare for sleep. He thought to himself that when he sells buns tomorrow, he must be careful to see the soldiers far away and run away directly. Tomorrow when he goes to the street to sell buns, can he secretly hide the money for a few buns? Now he is still a child, and he often asks He Daqing for money, but he has no excuse. Thinking that he can get a small treasury tomorrow, He Yuzhu fell asleep with a satisfied expression on his face.

The next morning, He Yuzhu was still asleep when he was woken up by He Daqing. He Yuzhu got dressed, went to the main room, washed his face, and looked at the clock in the room. It was only 5:05. He Yuzhu watched He Daqing put the meat and cabbage cut last night in a bowl, and added sesame oil, salt and various seasonings prepared in advance. He Daqing explained to He Yuzhu while he was making the buns, telling him the proportions and precautions of adding various seasonings.

He Yuzhu seemed to be listening carefully to He Daqing's explanation, but he actually didn't care at all. After all, he was a chef in a restaurant in his previous life, so he still had some basic common sense.

He Daqing prepared the stuffing for the steamed buns, put it aside for later use, and opened the lid of the basin next to the coal stove. After a night of fermentation, the dough in the basin expanded several times. He Daqing added the prepared alkaline water to the basin in batches. After each addition, He Daqing kneaded the dough in the basin. When He Daqing felt that it was almost done, he took the dough out of the basin and put it on the chopping board, and began to knead the dough again. After kneading for about 5 minutes, He Daqing began to divide the dough into balls of the same size. He Daqing picked up the rolling pin and began to roll the bun skin. He Yuzhu picked up the bun skin rolled by He Daqing on the chopping board and put it in his left hand. With his right hand, he picked up a chopstick of bun stuffing from the bun stuffing basin and put it in the middle of the bun skin. Then he pinched the edge of the bun skin with his right hand and turned it around. A bun with very beautiful folds was ready.

He Daqing was in charge of rolling out the bun wrappers, while He Yuzhu was in charge of wrapping them. The two of them worked for about half an hour and finally finished wrapping all the buns. While the buns were rising for the second time, He Daqing found the big iron pot at home, cleaned it, poured most of the pot with water, turned on the coal stove and started to boil water. He also added a few coal balls to the stove while boiling water. The water in the pot boiled after 20 minutes. He Daqing placed the steamers with buns on the iron pot one by one. There were 20 big buns on one layer of steamers, a total of 5 layers, and only 12 on the last layer, a total of 92 buns.

"Zhu Zi, after breakfast, put the steamed buns in the box. I've put a blanket inside the box. Carry the box to Wangfujing or Qianmen Street to sell them. Each bun costs 200 yuan. After receiving the money, put it away and don't lose it."

After giving He Yuzhui instructions, He Daqing calculated in his mind that he could make about 5000 yuan by selling all the buns, but he didn't know if he could sell them all, as money is becoming less and less useful in today's world.

After the steamed buns were done, He Daqing cooked a pot of corn paste, and the whole family ate the buns and drank the corn paste. After dinner, He Daqing helped He Yuzhu put the buns into the box, and after instructing He Yuzhu, he went to work at the steel mill with Yushui in his arms.

He Yuzhu weighed the box and found it was about 30-40 kilograms. Fortunately, he was strong, otherwise he would be exhausted to death carrying such a heavy box to Wangfujing Street. He Yuzhu carried the box, locked the door of his house, walked out of the front gate, and walked south.

He Yuzhu walked out of Nanluoguxiang and onto the main street, where he began to hawk his wares. In his previous life, He Yuzhu was stubborn and sold buns without shouting. But he was different. He would sell out his wares early and go home early.

"Selling buns, selling buns, freshly-made big buns, fragrant meat buns."

Not long after He Yuzhu left, he was stopped by a middle-aged man.

"Kid, how do you sell these buns? What's the filling?"

"Hey, big brother, my buns are stuffed with pork and cabbage, and they cost 200 yuan each. Would you like to try a few? I guarantee you'll want more."

He Yuzhu was bragging about his family's steamed buns. After all, with his father's craftsmanship, the taste of the steamed buns couldn't be bad.

"Okay, give me one first so I can try it. If it tastes good, I'll buy a few more."

He Yuzhu took a bun from the box, wrapped it in paper and handed it to the man. He then took the 200 yuan French franc from the man and took a closer look at it. Well, it felt fine and was not a counterfeit bill.

The man took the bun from He Yuzhu, took a bite, and was instantly impressed by the taste. Then the man handed He Yuzhu 1000 yuan in French currency.

"Big brother, I didn't lie to you, my buns taste good!"

"Give me five more, wrap them in paper, and I'll take them away."

He Yuzhu took the money, counted it, and confirmed that it was in good condition. He took out five from the box, wrapped them in paper, and handed them to the man.

The man took the buns and walked away. When the people around him saw that the man had eaten one and then bought five more, they all decided to buy a few more to try. In a short while, He Yuzhu had sold 5 buns. He Yuzhu sorted the buns in the box and continued to shout while walking. When He Yuzhu passed a street corner, he heard someone shouting:

"Oh no! A lone soldier is coming. Run!"

Suddenly, pedestrians and vendors on the street were running around in a mess. A troop carrier was coming from the east. When He Yuzhu saw the troop carrier, he immediately ran into the alley with his box on his back. When the troop carrier stopped and the wounded soldiers ran over, He Yuzhu had already run into the alley and disappeared from the street.

He Yuzhu ran while looking back to see if anyone was chasing him. He stopped only when he ran into a deserted alley. He confirmed again that the wounded soldiers had not caught up with him. He then squatted down against a half-collapsed wall and sat on the ground to rest. He planned to hide in this alley for half an hour to avoid running into the wounded soldiers as soon as they ran into the street.

When He Yuzhu was squatting in the corner to rest, he suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps. He Yuzhu immediately stood up and walked to the corner. He looked up and saw a man wearing a black hat and a long robe running towards him. There seemed to be someone chasing him. He Yuzhu picked up the box, jumped over the wall into the yard, and bent over to hide on the inside of the collapsed wall.

He Yuzhu had just hidden for a while when he heard the man enter the alley where he had just hidden, and then another person seemed to come in.

"I wanted to follow you and see who your superior is, but I was discovered by you by accident."

"Why did you betray the organization?"

When He Yuzhu heard the word "organization", he wondered if the people outside were the Workers and Peasants Party and the Skinheads. He Yuzhu decided to eavesdrop secretly.

"Since it has come to this, I will tell you clearly that I have never been one of yours. I am a major agent of the Skinhead Military Control Bureau's Peking Station. I was previously ordered to infiltrate your organization. I advise you to follow me honestly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."

He Yuzhu heard this and immediately poked his head out to look at the situation in the alley. He found a man with a gun facing away from him. The man in the top hat couldn't see him because of the angle. He Yuzhu took a look and immediately lowered his head to hide. As a person of later generations, He Yuzhu couldn't watch the revolutionary ancestors being arrested in front of him, but he had no weapons. Just when he was anxious and didn't know what to do, he saw bricks scattered on the ground at his feet. He Yuzhu felt that at such a close distance, with his skills trained by practicing swordsmanship, he should be able to knock out the military spy with a brick.