Siheyuan: Since 51

Sha Zhu twitched the corners of his mouth but didn't say anything.

Yi Zhonghai stepped forward and asked, "Shazhu, what's going on? If you've been wronged, just tell us and we'll take care of it for you."

Liu Haizhong, with his hands on his hips, also agreed, "Yes, say it out, we are here for you."

Tilt his neck, Sha Zhu swallowed his saliva, and said in a stern voice: "I'm fine."

Seeing this, Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but frowned, pondered for a moment, and waved his hand.

"Okay, stop asking, let's wait until Lao He comes back! Sha Zhu, you should go home too!"

Sha Zhu gritted his teeth and limped towards the central courtyard.

Seeing Sha Zhu suddenly growing taller than 1.75 meters and then 1.7 meters, everyone started talking again.

"Silly Zhu looks like he's been seriously injured!"

"That's right, I guess he got angry again and beat a few people, and then got beaten!"

……

Lin Zhiyuan shook his head, returned to the east wing and continued eating.

He Yushui blinked her big eyes and asked timidly, "Brother Zhiyuan, what happened to my silly brother?"

"It's okay, just eat well, you don't have to worry about it."

He Yushui didn't think much about it, lowered his head, and said crisply: "Okay!"

Thinking of the scratch on Shazhu's pants, the bruise on the right side of his face, and his slightly swollen eyes, Lin Zhiyuan couldn't help but sigh.

It wasn't a fight at all, it felt more like being beaten up.

It didn't take long.

When He Daqing came back, before he reached Chuihua Gate, he vaguely heard a lot of people talking about Sha Zhu, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

As soon as I stepped into the front yard, before I could even open my mouth, Liu Haizhong started complaining.

"Lao He, you're finally back, take good care of Sha Zhu! We haven't seen you for more than half a month, and you just came back with a bruised face. We showed some concern for you, but you gave him the cold shoulder. Tell me, what's going on?"

"Old Liu, stop talking."

After saying that, Yi Zhonghai waved his hand and said, "Lao He, go back and take a look first. If you need anything, just let me know."

He Daqing nodded expressionlessly, then walked through the crowd and went straight home.

He family.

Shazhu lay on his side on the bed, hissing and whimpering, and mumbling a few words from time to time.

He Daqing pushed the door open and Sha Zhu immediately pretended to be nothing happened.

After closing the door, He Daqing came to the bedside and asked, "Shazhu, didn't you follow your master to learn cooking? Why are you back?"

"I can't stay any longer!"

"What?" He Daqing couldn't help but frown, "Why?"

"Why else? Fan Liangjun brings food home every day. I said a few words to him and he got beaten up by his master and his apprentice. My master didn't even offer to help and kept scolding me!"

"you!"

He Daqing was furious. "If the cook doesn't steal, the crops won't be harvested. Didn't I teach you that?"

"Then why can they lead as masters and apprentices, but I can't?"

"Your master takes care of your food and lodging, so why would you bring any food? Besides, you're an apprentice, and you still want to bring food, why don't you want to go to heaven?"

"I just don't accept it!"

He Daqing gasped heavily, and it took him a long time to calm down and ask a question.

"You have been studying with your master for three years. How much have you learned about Sichuan cuisine?"

"I have been learning cooking from you since I was a child. My basic skills are impeccable. I have been learning Sichuan cuisine for three years. Aren't you good at it?"

He Daqing lit a cigarette and took one puff after another until he burned his hand, then he came to his senses.

"Don't be so cocky. Come with me tomorrow to apologize to your master and arrange a thank-you banquet for him. After what happened, I can help you get two years of service."

Sha Zhu was very happy that he didn't have to go to Fengze Garden anymore. He frowned and asked, "Is it possible?"

"Okay, leave it to me! I'll see if I can arrange for you to work in the steel mill. From now on, you can just work hard in the factory. At least you won't starve to death."

"Eating from a big pot is better than being bullied."

After dinner, wash up.

Lin Zhiyuan was preparing to fight Qin Huairu for three hundred rounds.

But unexpectedly, there was a knock on the door.

Lin Zhiyuan stopped moving and asked unkindly, "Who?"

He Daqing's voice rang out, "Zhiyuan, it's me, I need to talk to you!"

Qin Huairu giggled, pushed Lin Zhiyuan, and whispered, "Go quickly, it's probably about Sha Zhu."

Lin Zhiyuan got dressed in a depressed mood, and as soon as he went out, he said unhappily: "Uncle He, why are you not sleeping at night? Can't you talk about it tomorrow?"

He Daqing smiled awkwardly, which was uglier than crying.

He pointed to the patio next to him and said, "Zhiyuan, come here, talk over here!"

The two walked over.

He Daqing handed him a cigarette, but Lin Zhiyuan didn't take it. He waved his hand and said, "Uncle He, I'm going to sleep, so I won't smoke. If you have something to say, please tell me quickly."

He Daqing lit up a cigarette awkwardly and took a puff.

"Zhiyuan, the plan cannot be changed. The steel mill was suddenly reorganized and became a state-owned enterprise. I wanted to let Sha Zhu come to work in the factory, but it is difficult to arrange it. If I were still planning to leave, I could let Sha Zhu take over, but now it is a bit difficult."

Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips, "Then what?"

He Daqing hesitated for a moment and said embarrassedly: "Aren't you on good terms with Director Dong? Can you think of a way to get Sha Zhu into the factory?"

What a good relationship he has with Director Dong!

Lin Zhiyuan muttered to himself and waved his hands repeatedly, "Director Dong and I have no friendship."

"Zhiyuan, please don't. We are old neighbors, so just give us a hand. If the cook doesn't cook, his cooking skills will become rusty..."

Seeing He Daqing chattering on and on, Lin Zhiyuan quickly reached out to stop him.

"Uncle He, I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry. Listen to me, the steel mill will be expanded soon, and the kitchen will definitely need more manpower. We'll talk about it then."

"Really?"

"real!"

Wednesday came in a flash and Qin Huairu returned home.

Regarding the proposal and marriage, Lin Zhiyuan specifically asked someone about it.

The gifts need to be in even numbers, and a rooster is a must, as it is said to represent "good luck and prosperity".

There is even a provision in the old customs that when going to her parents' home, the bride walks in front, and when returning, the groom walks in front.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't understand either, but he just did what he was told.

Early in the morning, he rode the bicycle provided by the factory and went out with Qin Huairu.

A rooster was tied to the left handlebar, and a cloth bag was tied to the right handlebar, which contained two boxes of snacks, two bottles of honey, and two pounds of meat.

There are four items in total, including the rooster.

Even though he was with someone and walking on a dirt road, it did not stop Lin Zhiyuan from pedaling his bike hard.

Two hours later, at around ten o'clock, the two arrived outside Qinjiatun Village.

Qin Huairu jumped out of the car and walked in front, while Lin Zhiyuan pushed the car and followed closely behind.

When they arrived at Qin's house, Qin Huairu, Qin's mother Feng Hongxia, and Qin's sister-in-law Tan Xiuxiu went to the inner room to talk.

Lin Zhiyuan was sitting in the living room chatting with his father-in-law Qin Mancang, elder brother-in-law Qin Huaiyong, and younger brother-in-law Qin Huaiwu.

After a few pleasantries, Lin Zhiyuan expressed his thoughts.

"Dad, our steel mill is planning to expand. Do you think we should let Xiao Wu work there?"

There are no natural disasters and no need to tighten your belt to pay off debts.

The commune had not been established, so there was no need to hand over too much to support the city.

The farmers in the village have actually been living quite well in the past two years.

Even so, Qin Mancang was still moved.

"Is there any way?"