Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

The lights illuminated the main room, and the dishes were already placed on the table, emitting a fragrant aroma.

The three big guys sat at the table, chatting in low voices, and laughter could be heard from time to time.

“Soup is here!”

As the voice rang out, He Yuzhu walked in from outside the door holding Wensi tofu in his hand.

The conversation between the three people was interrupted and all eyes were focused on He Yuzhu.

When the Wensi tofu was placed on the table, Mr. Wu's face flashed with surprise, and he turned to look at He Yuzhu: "Xiao He, did you make this?"

"Yes, Mr. Wu." He Yuzhu bowed and replied, glancing at the old man at the main seat. "The dishes are ready. Please enjoy."

Seeing He Yuzhu was about to leave, the old man waved at him and said, "Hey, Xiao He. The dishes are ready. How can a guest like you leave?"

"Ah?" He Yuzhu was confused and stared at the old man with wide eyes, somewhat unbelievable.

Commander Chen was sitting at the bottom and when he saw He Yuzhu's confused expression, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Mr. Wu glanced at Chief Chen, who was extremely happy, and knew what he was laughing at, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

He reached out and grabbed He Yuzhu, walked towards the chair, and spoke in a gentle tone.

"Xiao He, your contribution cannot be recognized for the time being. Come have a meal with us old guys today and chat about family matters."

He Yuzhu was guided by Mr. Wu's arm and sat down on the chair. "This is better than any reward. My family's ancestors' graves are so happy."

"Haha!" Several people laughed when they heard this.

Seeing that the atmosphere had become more relaxed, Chief Chen picked up his chopsticks and said, "Let's eat! This smell is so tempting!"

The old man and Mr. Wu smiled at each other, as if they were used to it, and picked up their chopsticks to start eating.

As a little Karami, He Yuzhu should just concentrate on eating.

The old man is very familiar with Cheng Tianxiang’s cooking skills. Apart from the Wensi tofu, this plate of stir-fried pork is different from the previous ones.

He reached for the stir-fried meat with his chopsticks and began to drool at the aroma.

As he chewed the stir-fried pork, the old man's eyes lit up, and he instantly felt like he was eating at his hometown.

He quickly swallowed a mouthful of rice. It was so delicious and went well with the rice.

"Xiao He, this stir-fried pork with peppers was made by you, right? It's so good! Mr. Wu, Shu Kang, you two should try it."

Mr. Wu was very surprised to see the old man like this, as this is a very rare situation.

He couldn't help but feel curious, so he took a small piece and tasted it, nodding his head: "Xiao He, your cooking skills are really amazing!"

Chief Chen was not surprised by this, as he had never seen He Yuzhu fail to do this in recent years.

He put some into the bowl, looked at the two people with satisfied expressions, and took the opportunity to say, "Now you know I'm not bragging!"

Mr. Wu knew what he was going to say at a glance and picked up some vegetables for him: "Eat first!"

He Yuzhu sat at the bottom. Although he didn't know the meaning of the words, he just sat there and ate in silence.

The meal started with a discussion of interesting things about cooking and then moved on to chatting about everyday experiences, and everyone ended the dinner in a harmonious atmosphere.

The old man held the teacup in his hand and looked at He Yuzhu with a smile: "Xiao He, your cooking skills are really good. I even had an extra bowl of rice today."

"Old man, just eat well. I have already told Master Cheng some tips. If you want to eat it in the future, Master Cheng can make it."

Hearing his answer, the old man was a little surprised and looked at the two people sitting next to him: "Then I will have a good time in the future!"

In response to the old man's joke, several people laughed knowingly.

Mr. Wu looked at He Yuzhu with admiration in his eyes: "Xiao He, this kind of dedication is very good. Shukang, the number of workers in Harbin has increased a lot in the past two years!"

When Chief Chen heard Wu Gong mention this, he put down his teacup and said, "You are right. After Zhuzi handed over those technical manuals, I had already printed them.

I have to say this guy is a real all-rounder. He draws some common techniques into illustrations, which are simple and clear, and beginners can get started quickly.

Now that we have the supply of self-produced machine tools, we should be able to see a big boom in the next few years.”

Even though the old man and Mr. Wu had read the report, they were still filled with passion when they heard Chief Chen repeat it.

The smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield has not yet dissipated, and people have realized the new battlefield situation and have developed a fear of insufficient firepower.

Now with He Yuzhu's "god assist", it is a great supplement to the shallow industrial foundation.

It is foreseeable that in a few years, weapons will be produced domestically and there will be no need to use international brands.

Although there is still a gap, being able to break through from almost zero to independent design and production is already a remarkable achievement.

He Yuzhu listened to the familiar compliment from Chief Chen and chuckled, "Chief, I don't know how many people are scolding me behind my back!"

"Why? Is there anything else you're afraid of?"

He Yuzhu spread his hands and pretended to be innocent: "I'm just a cook, why should I be afraid of this?"

"Ha ha!"

When everyone's laughter died down, Mr. Wu looked at He Yuzhu with anticipation in his eyes: "Xiao He, can these technician manuals be compiled into more advanced ones?"

In fact, this project has been implemented in the past two years, but the results are not ideal.

Workers who are willing to devote their skills are improved by accumulating front-line experience and adding their talents.

It is more difficult to extract more in-depth experience, and it cannot be compiled into a book for large-scale promotion like a primary technical manual.

He Yuzhu glanced at the three people in front of him and pondered for a moment, thinking that he had done all the big things, so he didn't mind doing some small things.

He nodded firmly: "This thing is fine, but it will take time."

"Good boy! You are such a genius!" Commander Chen was very happy about this unexpected gain, pointing at him and scolding him with a smile.

The old man also laughed out loud after hearing this. He understood too well the truth that there is strength in numbers.

With a large number of workers, there is no need to be afraid of monsters and demons. The power after completing industrialization is the foundation of the country.

Mr. Wu got the answer he wanted, the smile on his face became even brighter, and his expression became a little more relaxed.

"Shukang, please arrange a suitable position for Xiao He."

Commander Chen understood the implication of the words and decided that he had to remain a cook in public and not expose the fact that he "borrowed" things.

"No problem, leave it to me. I'll arrange it."

Seeing that everything had been arranged, the old man was inspired to write poetry. He put down the teacup in his hand and looked at He Yuzhu.

"Xiao He, Shu Kang came back and asked me to write an inscription. How about I give you another calligraphy today?"

He Yuzhu was overjoyed when he heard this, and nodded repeatedly in agreement: "That's great, this can be a family heirloom!"

"Haha! I'm not an emperor. You can keep it. But it's not a treasure!" The old man stood up, waved his hand, and walked towards the desk.