Siheyuan: From Being Called Shazhu

On this side, Kuku is cleaning the "Kuguo Kiln", and on the other side, Kuku is sending it to Qinghe.

Clean up here and deliver there.

Occasionally, I would sort out the "madam", "organizer", "rabbit man", "odd job", and "thugs".

Gradually, it is the end of the year.

That's right.

He Yuzhu and other "temporary workers" in the "reserve" group who were recruited later were given a holiday on the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month.

In addition, each person was given 5 kilograms of rice and 2 kilograms of mutton as "welfare".

Look.

This is the benefit of being “on the job”.

Although the salary for those who are “on the payroll” may not be high.

But the benefits are good.

Where else can we get fine grains and meat during the Chinese New Year these days?

seriously.

If it hadn't snowed these days and the wind hadn't been a bit strong.

He Yuzhu could walk around Nanluoguxiang holding a piece of mutton tied with a straw rope.

It's just like a fisherman catching a big fish.

The purpose is to let those who call themselves "idiots" because of work see what a good job is.

"I heard that your unit distributed 2 kilograms of meat and 5 kilograms of rice?"

In the afternoon, He Daqing came back with He Yushui, who was wrapped tightly.

Before He Yuzhu could show off, He Daqing spoke first.

"Hey, Dad, you know?"

He Yuzhu's smile, which carried a contradictory feeling of "showing off" but also "not being able to show off", made He Daqing frown.

However, if my son is successful, I should be happy too, right?

"Yeah, I heard about it on the way back."

He Daqing, who had calmed down, nodded.

"Very good, just stay there and do your best."

"By the way, Dad, when do you close for lunch? If it's early, let's go to the market together. I can make money now, and it happens to be my sister's birthday on the third day of the Chinese New Year. Let's go to the market and buy her some delicious food so that she can enjoy it."

If He Yuzhu was thinking about going to the market, He Daqing might be unhappy because of what He Yuzhu said "you can also make money".

However, since He Yuzhu was talking about buying things for He Yushui, He Daqing naturally had nothing to say.

"Okay, I'll close the day after tomorrow. When I come back in the afternoon, we'll take Xiao Yushui with us."

"29? Okay, it's not too late."

To be honest, He Yuzhu was not lying when he said he bought something for his sister.

But in his heart, he still wanted to go to the market.

After all, it has been a whole year since he traveled through time.

Apart from the initial visit to the Chaoyangmen market to take a quick look and buy some things.

The rest of the time, only around the middle of the year, I went to Shichahai for work.

As for a good stroll?

There is no chance, no chance at all.

In a blink of an eye, it's the 29th.

He Yushui jumped and ran to the gate of the compound early in the morning, waiting for He Daqing to come back.

Even the lunch was not very tasty.

He Yuzhu was afraid that his sister would get cold, so he not only covered He Yushui tightly, but also held her in his arms.

Don’t think that Xiao Yushui is almost having his fifth birthday, which means he is only 6 years old.

It can be said that I have passed what the old people call the "three-year hurdle".

However, in this age where a cold can kill people, it is better not to take risks.

Amid He Yushui's soft voices of "When will Dad come back?" and "Why hasn't Dad come back yet?", He Daqing came back.

He Yuzhu looked up at the sky.

Well, it’s been grey these past two days and I can’t tell the time at all.

However, based on He Daqing's usual time to get off work, He Yuzhu estimated that it was probably around two o'clock in the afternoon now.

Seeing his daughter getting increasingly anxious, He Daqing didn't even bother to go back to his room to rest.

He took He Yuzhu and He Yushui directly to Shichahai, which was close to his home.

"Dad, I came here a while ago when I was registering, and there weren't many New Year's goods for sale."

Looking at the "Lotus Market" getting closer and closer, He Yuzhu couldn't help but speak out.

"Ok, I know."

He Daqing nodded and then gave an explanation.

"Boss Lou has a meeting soon, and he asked me to help cook a meal. I'm here to buy some toys for your sister today, and I'll take you to the front door tomorrow morning."

Well, since He Daqing said so, He Yuzhu stopped talking.

Although He Daqing said that he came here to buy toys for He Yushui.

But in fact, He Daqing turned into the alley next to him and entered a condiment shop as if he was familiar with the place.

Actually, it is a shop that sells seasonings.

It would be more appropriate to say that it is a residence.

"Hey, Master He, it's been a while since we last met. I hope you're getting rich."

As soon as I entered the store, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his 40s and was a little plump, not much different from He Daqing, greeted me with his fist clasped.

"Well, Lao Wang, it's been a long time since we last met."

He Daqing responded and then patted He Yuzhu who was following him.

"Zhu Zi, you can just call him Uncle Wang. His family has always made our Thirteen Spices."

"Hello, Uncle Wang."

He Yuzhu did not clasp his fists, but bowed very solemnly.

"Hey, man, were you brought out by your father to explore the line? You can tell from the looks of it that you are an expert. Please take good care of yourself in the future."

Shopkeeper Wang patted He Yuzhu politely.

Maybe He Daqing here is really anxious.

He didn't even bother to exchange pleasantries with the shopkeeper Wang and went straight to the point.

"Lao Wang, your recipe hasn't changed, right?"

"Look, my family has passed down this recipe for six generations. How could I possibly change it?"

As he spoke, Shopkeeper Wang took out a paper bag from the cabinet next to him.

Yes, it is the paper package of “Thirteen Spices” in crosstalk or in the market in the early years.

"Come, Master He, try it."

As he spoke, Shopkeeper Wang opened the paper package and handed it to He Daqing.

He Daqing did not refuse. He dipped his finger in it, put it in his mouth, and tasted it slowly.

He Yuzhu also took a sip and put it in his mouth.

I have to say that He Yuzhu’s tongue is still pretty good.

Sichuan pepper, aniseed, fennel, cumin, galangal, orange peel, black pepper, nutmeg, cinnamon, and so on.

It was said to be thirteen spices, but He Yuzhu tasted sixteen or seventeen kinds of spices.

"A-choo, A-choo, it's not delicious!!!"

Just when He Yuzhu was still trying to carefully distinguish whether there were sixteen or seventeen kinds.

He Yushui, who was held by He Daqing, looked at his father and brother, and reached out to taste them.

So while He Daqing was savoring the food, he also reached out to touch some and put it in his mouth.

Anyone who has cooked knows about Thirteen Spices.

Adults, even if they eat alone or simply eat too much, may sneeze.

Not to mention children.

"Be good, we won't eat. Dad will go out and buy you a toy later."

After coaxing He Yushui for a while, He Daqing nodded at Manager Wang.

"Old rules, two bags."

"okay."

Shopkeeper Wang responded with a smile on his face.

Leaving Manager Wang’s house.

He Daqing grabbed the hand of He Yushui, who was clamoring to walk out of the field, and walked into the alley leading out of the Lotus Market.

Watching He Yushui shouting and yelling every time he arrived at a stall, he had an "old father" smile on his face.

He Yuzhu, who was following beside him, had two packs of Thirteen Spices and a few toys that He Yushui had just picked out. However, he was still paying close attention to what He Yushui had picked out and was ready to buy it at any time.

"Zhu Zi, do you still remember our own recipe?"

He Yuzhu was stunned for a moment by He Daqing's sudden question.

"Dad, are you talking about the seasoning recipe that grandpa passed down?"

He Yuzhu asked, a little unsure.

Because he didn't know whether He Daqing was talking about the "MSG" formula left by He Yuzhu's grandfather.

After all, they had just come out of the Thirteen Spice Shop.

What if He Yuzhu’s grandfather also left behind the recipe for Thirteen Spices and He Yuzhu didn’t know it?

"Yes, do you still remember the ratio?"

He Daqing nodded affirmatively.

"Yeah, remember."

After all, it contains all of He Yuzhu's memories before he was thirteen years old.

He Yuzhu is not afraid of this.

"Well, come with me to the factory tonight. There are a lot of things there. Try matching them for me to see."

"okay."

Although He Yuzhu was unwilling in many ways.

But who made He Daqing the father?

However, He Yuzhu now has a feeling.

That is, it is possible that He Daqing himself can't remember the recipe and needs someone to remind him.

They walked and stopped here and there, and He Yuzhu bought a few toys for Xiao Yushui.

The "Toy" Alley has also come to an end.

"Let's go. It's getting late. We have to go to the factory soon."

Seeing that the second-hand items were being sold in front, He Daqing picked up He Yushui.

"Wait a minute, Dad, right away, wait for me for a moment."

Originally, He Yuzhu also wanted to leave.

But who made him so sharp-eyed?

At a glance, I saw a stall not far ahead, selling gun barrels.

This is the barrel of a gun.

You know, in Bajiquan, there is a term called "Baji Spear".

What's more, He Yuzhu's current Bajiquan is the Huo Chuan of later generations.

Huo Chuan was a disciple of "Li the Master of the Gun".

Sharpshooter Li, Sharpshooter Li, it can be seen how important the gun is to their tribe.

He Yuzhu, who hasn't shaken a gun all year, can't say that he always feels like something is missing. At the very least, he has to say that his eyes light up when he sees someone selling guns now.

After confirming that the gun barrel was indeed made of white wax, He Yuzhu picked one that suited his taste without much bargaining.

I just asked the stall owner to give me a stick about 1 meters long as a bonus and paid directly.

Now the stall owner was happy to see a young boy paying the bill.

Moreover, it is obvious that his family members are following him, but he doesn’t care.

The stall owner began to enthusiastically introduce the gun tips he took out of the bag.

What are the words "forged from meteorite iron from heaven", "made by a famous master himself", and "a sharp blade passed down from ancestors".

In fact, once the price was raised, it almost caught up with the price of small yellow croaker sold privately.

My goodness, they are definitely treating He Yuzhu as a fat sheep.

However, He Yuzhu finally bought it.

As for the price, it is definitely lower than one-tenth of the stall owner’s quoted price.

In fact, the price is so low that He Yuzhu might not even make a profit even if he sells the gun head as scrap metal.