Siheyuan: The opening earthquake of stealing and replacing pillars

He Yuzhu was not sure how other people behaved as fathers, but he knew that he must never let his wife and children suffer any grievances. He was out of reach at the workplace, but with the relationship with Mother Zhu, there would surely not be any trouble. Therefore, by comparison, the Siheyuan became his main target of defense!

Especially the widow Qin Huairu, what a black heart she has. In order to destroy Sha Zhu and Teacher Ran, she did not hesitate to slander herself, saying that the two of them had slept together a long time ago. Tsk tsk, she is so shameless. She is so despicable just to suck blood. So we have to be on guard!

He Yuzhu did not leave in a hurry, but turned around and went back to the courtyard, because he had other things to do, such as sending some pickled vegetables to Professor Lin, which was agreed upon before he came back.

But as soon as he entered the door, he ran into the third uncle rushing out in a hurry, and he bumped into Director He's arms.

"Hey, Uncle, what are you doing?"

The third uncle raised his head and said blankly, "Zhu Zi, did you also get the letter?"

He Yuzhu was confused and laughed: "What the hell is going on here!"

"Then why are you up so early?"

"Is it okay if I can't sleep?" He Yuzhu said unhappily.

"Then take a look! We won't be able to eat if we keep talking!" The third uncle handed He Yuzhu a newspaper with a particularly eye-catching page.

Kyoto originally implemented a policy of unified purchase and sale of vegetables, which played a certain role in ensuring that citizens had enough vegetables to eat and stabilizing vegetable prices. However, Kyoto's vegetable market mainly relied on local vegetable production areas for supply, with few channels, limited vegetable varieties, and strong seasonality. Therefore, August and September every year are the off-season with monotonous varieties. However, for unknown reasons, this problem has become more and more serious in the past two years, and there has even been a continuous "off-season vegetable shortage".

He Yuzhu remembered reading a report before he went to Hangzhou, which said that vegetables were out of stock in the city even before the off-season arrived. Apart from some pakchoy, seasonal cucumbers, eggplants and tomatoes were hard to find in the market.

The amount of fresh vegetables on the market every day dropped from 300 to million catties in mid-week to less than million catties. Excluding the losses, each citizen eats less than half a catty of vegetable leaves a day. And this is still an average result, because the reality is even more cruel. Early in the morning or in the evening every day, there are long queues of people in front of the vegetable stores waiting to buy vegetables. Occasionally, a few baskets of fresh vegetables such as eggplant, beans, winter melon, and Chinese cabbage are delivered, but they are also snapped up.

Families with two working parents are even more miserable because they don’t have time to queue up to buy groceries, and sometimes they can’t buy any fresh vegetables in a week.

"I haven't recovered yet!" He Yuzhu didn't know what to say.

He has the system mall in his hands, so he has never worried about food, but it is different for ordinary people. How can they live without vegetables!

"But what can I say? No, I have to go. If I go too late, I'll just have to wait for the worst!"

Looking at the third uncle running out of the door like the wind, his legs and feet don’t look like a man in his sixties at all!

"That shouldn't be the case!" He Yuzhu was shocked.

There are three or four jars of pickled vegetables in the He family's vegetable cellar, including pickled cucumbers, pickled beans, pickled peppers and fermented beans. These were pickled in June, but they have not been taken care of for three or four months and are no longer edible.

“What a waste!”

He Yuzhu wanted to cry but had no tears. He should have put it in his space earlier. Fortunately, he still had beef sauce and mushroom sauce in his space. He bought two salt jars from the mall and prepared to go to the post office.

"Zhu Zi, when did you come back?" Yi Zhonghai came out of the house with dark circles under his eyes. It was obvious that his aunt's illness had troubled him a lot.

He Yuzhu didn't want to talk to him any more, so he pushed his bicycle and walked towards the front yard.

"Zhuzi, wait a moment!" Yi Zhonghai quickly took two steps to catch up with He Yuzhu, and said with a serious expression: "The prison allows visits, Qin Huairu wants to go see Banggeng!"

"Then go and see!"

"But the station also has requirements. Qin Huairu and the others cannot meet in person. They can only entrust the street office or cadres to do it on their behalf!"

"and then?"

"You are the only cadre in our hospital now, so Qin Huairu wants you to go see Banggeng and bring him some things!" Yi Zhonghai naturally thought that He Yuzhu had this responsibility and obligation.

Damn it, I knew you were up to no good!

"Stop it, you. What kind of cadre am I?" He Yuzhu said coldly, "I think you should go find the street office!"

Seeing He Yuzhu being so unkind, Yi Zhonghai immediately said angrily: "We are all neighbors, so what's wrong with you helping us?"

"That's a good thing to say. We're all neighbors. Uncle, I want to buy a refrigerator recently. Can you lend me two thousand yuan?"

As soon as money was mentioned, Yi Zhonghai seemed to have his tail stepped on, and immediately became alert: "Why are you buying a refrigerator?"

"Don't worry about it, just tell me whether you want to lend it to me or not!" He Yuzhu looked at Yi Zhonghai with a wicked smile, ready to see his reaction.

"I am now..." Yi Zhonghai suddenly thought of a solution: "Your aunt is still sick and in need of money. I don't have any money to lend you!"

Hey, I expected you to say that!

"Your family has so much savings, but you're not willing to lend me some money. How dare you ask me for help? What the hell!" He Yuzhu snorted and prepared to leave.

"These are two different things!"

Yi Zhonghai always lives in his own world and he is the only one who makes demands on others. He Yuzhu's action obviously violated his bottom line, and he was immediately very angry.

"Come on, selfish people always have reasons to be selfish!"

He Yuzhu stepped back and looked at Yi Zhonghai's head and said with a smile, "Uncle, I want to ask you something. Why don't you dare to grow long hair?"

Yi Zhonghai was stunned. "What do you mean?"

"I know!"

At this time, Xu Damao suddenly came out from the backyard and said in a sly voice: "Needless to say! The hair of an old man is too curly, it's very fashionable!"

"Haha, I almost forgot if you didn't mention it!" He Yuzhu laughed and echoed, "It seems that Banggeng also has curly hair, ha, that's not surprising, uncle, I finally understand why you always think about Banggeng, it turns out there is a legacy!"

Yi Zhonghai and Xu Damao were both stunned, but Xu Damao's mind worked quickly and he immediately burst into laughter. Yi Zhonghai, on the other hand, glared at He Yuzhu with a sullen face. If this rumor got out, he would be in big trouble.

"Zhu Zi, you bastard!" Yi Zhonghai's eyes were spitting fire with anger.

But He Yuzhu seemed not to hear this. He and Xu Damao walked towards the front yard, talking and laughing.

"This time the old stick is in trouble!" Xu Damao said with a sly smile: "Brother Zhu, it's a good thing that you reminded me today, otherwise I wouldn't have realized this flaw!"

"Who are you, Xu Damao? You're the one who thinks about life in your crotch. If you can think of it, then you must have planted the seed of that great joke!"

"Come on, you have more chances than me!"

"Do you believe me, I'll pick out your shrimp thread?"

"You only know how to use violence against me. Go after Qin Huairu if you have the guts!"

Before He Yuzhu could react, Xu Damao got on his bicycle and rode away.