Siheyuan: If you ruin the reputation of the whole courtyard, I will move out

Zhang Yu took a deep breath when he heard this. He had tried to remind Sha Zhu to keep his distance from Widow Qin, but he simply ignored him.

"It seems that everyone in your He family is fascinated by this widow. Your father loves her dearly, your eldest brother is obsessed with her, and you seem to be troubled as well. Is there really nothing you can do?"

He Yushui frowned after hearing this: "It seems that the charm of the men in the family has been taken away by the widow. My father is obsessed with her, and my eldest brother has also suffered a lot from it."

In her heart, she actually longed to escape from the conflict and get free from the disputes in the factory and family as soon as possible.

In order to reverse He Yuzhu's life, he must be helped to break free from the influence of the widow. Each attribute improvement represents a ten-year increase in life span, which is what he hopes for. Years of careful planning are for this gift.

What no one expected was that Widow Qin was so attracted to He Yuzhu that she could not get rid of it, and there seemed to be no possibility of redemption.

At this time, the rich aroma of braised pork filled the whole yard, attracting people to linger and drooling. The family was gathered in the kitchen to enjoy the meal, and suddenly they smelled the mellow aroma, and they all stopped chewing and looked out the window at the location where the aroma of braised pork was overflowing.

Yan Jiecheng, the eldest son of Yan Bugui, had a look of curiosity about the unfamiliar food in his eyes. "What kind of aroma is this? It's so rich and alluring."

"It might be that unique smell. I think it's the smell that comes out when Shazhu's father cooks braised pork. He lived nearby at the time, and the yard was filled with this mouth-watering aroma," Yan Bugui recalled that time.

His wife stopped using her chopsticks and looked puzzled: "Why is the braised pork that Shazhu used to make suddenly so much more fragrant now?"

Yan Bugui was immersed in the memories of the food, savoring the flavors he imagined, and couldn't help but sigh: "Sha Zhuer must have learned all the skills."

Hearing the origin of the braised pork, Yan Jiechengdu could hardly suppress his appetite, and even licked it with his tongue. The cornmeal porridge in his hand had lost its appeal. "I heard that Zhang Yu got his driver's license, maybe he can cook such a good taste, that's why this is possible." After saying that, he put down the food in his hand and stopped moving.

"Speaking of Zhang Yu, that guy is indeed a spendthrift. He often buys large quantities of meat ingredients. My salary simply can't support his consumption," the lady said with dissatisfaction.

"Really? Can the drivers in the factory really make a huge surplus? Why do they always have meat to eat and are treated so well?" Yan Jiecheng asked immediately.

In response, Yan Bugui laughed and said, "You don't understand. Although Zhang Yu only gets 27 yuan a month, with other subsidies, it's more than that."

"You know what? A driver with outstanding driving skills can even get extra bonuses beyond his job title," Yan Bugui's daughter Yan Jiedi continued to explain, "especially for drivers working outside the city. In addition to the difference in subsidies for entering and leaving the suburbs, there is also income from private business."

"Yes, those who can help the city's materials reach the countryside will naturally be treated preferentially by the steel mill workers in the factory," Yan Bugui said with emotion. For rural families, it is always a good thing to be able to establish connections with the city, but real life is not easy, and life in this township is even more difficult. As a driver, He Yuzhu can bring about the transportation of materials, and naturally someone is willing to pay extra hard work fees for this to show gratitude.

Facing these words, Yan understood Chengdu's eyes widened: "According to this statement, he earns at least a hundred or two hundred yuan extra every month?"

Yan Bugui added: "Moreover, the agricultural products brought back also bring in extra income." He stretched out his fingers and began to calculate, "Adding the basic salary of 27 yuan plus a few dozen yuan in subsidies, I can always get this much every month." Then he emphasized, "It's enough to exceed the salary of our senior technicians!"

Hearing this, Yan Bugui chuckled, "Yes, after Zhang Yu is promoted to level 4, his salary will reach more than 40 yuan. Frequent work will allow him to have more extra income."

Yu Li seemed to understand something: "No wonder my sister Yu Haitang cares about him more than others. Income is indeed the key."

Yan Bugui said gently, "That little girl is very sensitive." Then he turned to Yu Li and said, "Speaking of which, since you know that the job of a driver is so lucrative, why don't you ask me if I can help your brother get the tuition and driver's license?"

Hearing this, Yan Bugui hesitated for a moment, then coughed a few times and replied, "You really have ideas. Do you think driving is that simple? Although Zhang Yu only has a high school education, he can drive freely. You don't know how many resources and support are behind this."

When asked further, Yan Bugui shook his head and said, "Without a strong backer, it would be impossible to learn these skills easily. For others, not everyone is so lucky."

When he mentioned this, his tone was full of powerlessness, "This is all I can give you. You should understand that if it were possible, I would have..." When he said this, he smiled self-deprecatingly, hinting at his inner regret and how much he wanted to learn how to drive.

Looking at the family in the room, Yu Li's elder sister Yan Jie Di couldn't help but interrupt. "Dad, what do you think of Jie Di and Zhang Yu being together?", asking Yan Bugui's opinion.

Hearing this, Yan Jiedi pricked up her ears and listened.

Yan Bugui sighed and said, "I did consider it and tried to communicate, but he politely rejected my suggestion."

Hearing this, the aunt was a little angry: "How dare this Zhang Yu look down on our Jie Di?"

Another sigh, "It seems to belittle his judgment to say that. But if they really were together, life would probably be very difficult given the possibility of her marrying him."

Yu Li muttered in a low voice: "Even if it's hard, it's better than going hungry."

This touched Yan Bugui. "What I want to tell you is that a good life does not depend on having a lot of money, but knowing how to be frugal is the key. No matter how much he earns, if he doesn't know how to save, he will end up miserable. You see, although Zhang Yu earns a lot, he spends lavishly, and his income is not enough to cover his expenses every month. In the end, he is the only one who suffers."

Although he was indignant, Yan Jiecheng subconsciously kicked his wife lightly at the scene, interrupting what she might have said.

At the three nearby households, the rich smell of stewed meat in the front yard aroused everyone's appetite, especially Liu Laosan's family. Compared with the table of the eldest uncle Liu Dahai, the dishes on their table were obviously more abundant, and the most prominent dish of fried brown rice became the most eye-catching delicacy on the table.

Everyone was salivating as they were intoxicated by the aroma.

Liu Guangfu looked at his father expectantly: "Dad, this smell is so tempting, should we go to Zhang Yu to get some meat to try?"

Liu Dazhong slapped his chopsticks down, somewhat dissatisfied: "Is that all you think about? As a level 7 fitter, you actually asked that guy for meat!"

The second aunt also responded: "Be obedient and eat first. We can make delicious braised pork at home by the end of the year." However, Liu Guangfu counterattacked: "How can I have a turn to eat what you make? It all goes into your mouth anyway."

Taking out a bottle of Moutai, Zhang Yu filled a glass and handed it to He Yuzhu, and filled his own glass as well. He suggested: "Brother Yuzhu, let's let go of the worries of the past and raise our glasses to drink!" His eyes were frank and full of invitation.

He Yuzhu looked a little lonely, but he still raised his glass, gently clinked it with Zhang Yu's, and then drank it all in one gulp. After the wine went down his throat, he sighed with satisfaction: "It is indeed a fine wine from Maotai." Only then did a satisfied smile appear on his face.

Zhang Yu smiled widely, "With such a good bottle of wine and the braised pork made by you, Brother Yuzhu, it's a match made in heaven." His words were full of praise for the food, as if he was praising an ultimate taste experience.

He Yuzhu shook his head slightly and tasted a mouthful of meat with satisfaction, as if the taste represented his life: "This is a luxurious feast for the taste buds. Even gods may not be willing to give it up. It just lacks the last bit of perfect cooking season."

Hearing Zhang Yu's words, he deeply agreed and responded seriously: "It is good enough. If it is cooked just right, it is an unparalleled art."