Siheyuan: From Being Called Shazhu

In a blink of an eye, it has been more than a month since He Yuzhu started school.

After more than a month of study, He Yuzhu finally climbed from the bottom to the middle and lower reaches.

There is no way, He Yuzhu's foundation is much lower than that of other students.

Yes, He Yuzhu finished his second year of high school in the future. According to the nature of high schools in the future, finishing his second year of high school is equivalent to learning all the knowledge in the high school textbooks.

Some of the other students have never even attended junior high school.

However, don't forget that what He Yuzhu is studying now, whether it is mechanics or metallurgy, they are all engineering subjects.

Why do you think it was separated from science and called engineering?

Isn’t it because it requires hands-on skills?

Coincidentally, in the entire class, or rather, in the classes of the two majors that He Yuzhu studied, He Yuzhu was the only "newbie", while the others all had a good foundation.

Not to mention the "Metallurgy" class that He Yuzhu studied, which was full of technicians or senior master craftsmen from other factories.

Take He Yuzhu’s current class of “Mechanical Engineering” and his colleagues from the hot rolling mill.

These colleagues either have family members who are masters of their craft, or are soldiers who have been demobilized or retired and are currently undergoing pre-job training.

Which one can't you ask your parents or teachers during the day and then try it yourself?

It's just He Yuzhu himself, who is so stupid as to memorize things by rote all day long.

Later, the teacher couldn't stand it anymore and gave He Yuzhu some advice, asking him to go to the factory workshop to observe when he was free during the day.

He Yuzhu finally understood.

It’s true, when it comes to engineering, once you see something real and combine it with the “concepts” in your mind, you learn it very quickly.

In this way, during the day, He Yuzhu had nothing to do and went to the cold rolling workshop, where he would "pass cigarettes" and "sweet talk" while learning.

In the evening, I take notes during class and review after class.

Gradually, I climbed to the middle and lower levels of the class.

He Yuzhu estimated that he wouldn't dare to say that he would be the best in the end, but he could guarantee that he would be above average.

That’s good. Don’t forget that He Yuzhu is studying two majors at the same time, so what else does he need a bicycle?

Look, He Yuzhu's grades have just returned to the middle level of the class.

Over there, Master Sun knew it.

"Zhu Zi, I heard that your grades have improved recently?"

At lunch, Master Sun was smoking his pipe and watched He Yuzhu take the last puff and get ready to smoke before he spoke.

Although He Yuzhu didn't know whether Master Sun was talking about joy or sorrow, he had to seek redress for the grievances he had to seek redress for them.

"You don't know, Master, the two subjects you signed me up for are really too difficult. I have to go to the workshop every day to ask the masters for advice, otherwise I really can't keep up."

As he spoke, He Yuzhu exaggeratedly took out the "National Defense" brand cigarettes from his bag.

"Master, look, look, I may not even have enough quota this month just to ask for your advice."

After saying that, He Yuzhu looked at Master Sun eagerly.

"You kid, you are smarter than a monkey when it comes to getting something for free."

Master Sun cursed with a smile.

"Okay, come back with me later and get it. I'll support you a little. Just like how you miss my little white skin every month."

"Hehe, thank you Master, love you~~~"

Taking advantage and then acting cute is what He Yuzhu always does.

"Okay, stop being a bitch. Let me ask you something."

Master Sun smiled and waved his hand, then started talking about business.

"You will..."

"Etc., etc."

Before Master Sun finished asking his question, He Yuzhu interrupted him.

"Master, I will go back to the office with you to get the cigarettes first, and then you can ask me."

He Yuzhu was about to stand up as if he was showing off.

Master Sun smiled and poked He Yuzhu with his pipe.

"You little bastard, if you don't behave yourself, you won't have any more white skin in the future."

"Say, you say."

All of a sudden, He Yuzhu pretended to be honest and smiled awkwardly.

Master Sun also knew that He Yuzhu was just joking and didn't care at all.

After this incident, both the master and the disciple were very happy.

After all, it's just for fun. Otherwise, why would you act like you're filled with hatred and resentment every day? Isn't it?

"Zhu Zi, you learned the Northeastern smoked and marinated food from your master, but have you learned how to make pickled vegetables and pickles?"

"you will not?"

He Yuzhu was stunned when he heard what Master Sun asked.

Shouldn't this be a must-have skill for every family in Northeast China?

Especially for people like He Yuzhu in later generations who opened a snack bar with real ingredients, in order to save costs, they must do it themselves.

Master Sun, who was originally cheerful, was stunned by He Yuzhu's puzzled look.

"I can't do it anymore, so what?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Seeing that Master Sun was about to lose face, He Yuzhu immediately began to smile awkwardly again.

"How can I use my master to help? Don't I have a disciple like you?"

He Yuzhu said this, calculating the time silently before speaking.

"Master, it's already late October, and the autumn vegetables will be available in a few days. If you really want to store sauerkraut, you have to prepare it. Also, if you want to pickle pickles, you have to prepare soybean paste if you want to pickle pickles in a sauce jar. But soybean paste is out of season now, so you can only prepare soybean paste, or just pickle pickles in water."

"You can also make soybean paste?"

When Master Sun heard He Yuzhu say that he could make soybean paste, he was obviously stunned.

"You said you knew all these, but why haven't I seen you do them in the past few years?"

These words made He Yuzhu stunned again.

"Master, how can I have the time? Originally, when my father was still alive, I had the time, but he didn't trust me and wouldn't let me do it."

"That's right. All cooks are like this. They don't trust each other and they all think that only cooking by themselves can make the food taste good."

When Master Sun heard this, he nodded in agreement, sighed, and then talked seriously again.

"You need to collect the materials needed for sauerkraut and pickled vegetables. When you get out of school on Sunday afternoon, it will be around the 20th. You can come and help me with it."

"No, Master, I have to tell you how much pickled cabbage and salted vegetables you need to store. Otherwise, I will tell you that I only need cabbage, green vegetables, jars, salt, water, and so on, but you still can't do it."

He Yuzhu immediately became anxious.

The chef is afraid of such things. He won’t say anything, just tell you to process it and then leave it alone.

In fact, “watching it being done” is not that scary.

The scary thing is people like Master Sun, who don’t know the number of people, don’t know the dietary taboos, and don’t know their preferences, so how can he watch the operation?

"Oh, oh, that's right."

Hearing what He Yuzhu said, Master Sun nodded and thought for a while before saying:

"Me, Xiao Yushui, and Xiao Li, the three of us are the ones who can eat when we have nothing to do. There are also a few of my old comrades who come over to have a drink or something whenever they have time, so they can eat a little too. You can do the same."

After saying this, Master Sun saw He Yuzhu with a gloomy face, and then he remembered.

"Oh, and you, too. You know how much you can eat. Add your own portion as well."

"Cut~~~"

This is only Master Sun. If it were someone else, He Yuzhu would definitely give him the middle finger.

However, He Yuzhu still took out paper and pen from his bag and started to calculate.

"You three usually eat in the cafeteria, and you don't eat at home very often. This is to satisfy your cravings. If you count it as one person, it's about 1 kilograms of cabbage, which is enough. My uncles usually come here, there are 100 people, plus me, so it's 5 kilograms. A total of 4 kilograms of cabbage."

As he spoke, He Yuzhu raised his head and looked at Master Sun seriously.

"Master, let's make it clear in advance. This is just for you to have a drink at home to satisfy your cravings. You should calculate the amount you eat. Don't let someone eat enough and then you just give a few to this person and a few to that person. Then you end up not having enough to eat and blame me."

He Yuzhu has a lot of experience in sending sauerkraut.

Don’t think that He Yuzhu and his father both ran restaurants in later generations.

However, they did give away a lot of sauerkraut to old customers.

"Yeah, yeah, that's fine, then we'll store 600 kilograms, but we'll eat it first, and then send it when we can't finish it, it's the same."

Master Sun waved his hand and didn't care at all.

Well, He Yuzhu covered his forehead.

"I just knew that was the case."

Then, He Yuzhu started calculating again.

"If it's 600 kilograms, it would take about three two-ton jars. Or, two large jars would also be enough. If you count the pickled vegetables."

As he spoke, He Yuzhu raised his head and asked:

"Master, what are you going to pickle?"

"Uh..."

Now, Master Sun has been stumped.

“What can you pickle?”

"I'm from the Northeast, from Montenegro, and grew up in Fengtian. That's it?"

He Yuzhu held a cigarette in one hand and tapped the table with the other, his eyes squinting, which was full of sarcasm.

But Master Sun was not moved at all.

"My uncle is a military commander, my father is the head of logistics, and I am also a head of logistics. I have been living a life of luxury since I was a child, and I have never suffered from hardship. What's wrong with that?"

He Yuzhu simply couldn't do this.

How do I respond to this? It's obviously just bragging.

If this is exposed, will there be any good?

Come on, just keep talking about it.

"Yes, yes, you are awesome, okay."

"Now that you know, why don't you tell me what you can pickle? Hum~~"

Well, Master Sun is being arrogant.

"alright."

He Yuzhu curled his lips.

Just think of it as coaxing a child.

"Cucumbers are about to fall in this season, so we can pickle them. They're cheap. Small eggplants and chili peppers are also fine. Conventional ones like kohlrabi, Chinese mustard, ginger, mustard tuber, and carrots are all fine. I can pickle unusual ones like perilla leaves, fennel, and mint. I can pickle cantaloupes if you want. Even if you can get me cantaloupes and watermelons, I can pickle their skins."

After listening to this, Master Sun nodded.

"Okay, let's pickle some of them. Let's try them out in the first year, and then pickle whatever is good to eat next year. But there are only a few of us, so just pickle what you think is enough for you to eat."

"Okay, then just pickle a medium jar. After all, it's a pickle."

He Yuzhu nodded and put away the paper and pen.

Suddenly, Master Sun added another one.

"By the way, I went back to Northeast China in the first half of this year and got used to eating radishes, the kind that are pickled and then dried in the sun. Can you make them?"

As he spoke, he smacked his lips, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

When he heard it was dried radish, He Yuzhu agreed without even raising his head.

"Hey, let's just eat dried radish in straw raincoat. It's simple."