Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

He Yuzhu held the front of the car with one hand and reached out to loosen the scarf around his neck.

The temperature had dropped in the morning, and Chen Xueru insisted on tying a scarf around him, fearing that he might catch a cold.

He Yuzhu couldn't refuse her kindness. With his current physical condition, he was certainly not afraid of the cold.

In the morning light, the streets are filled with people going to work.

He Yuzhu blended into the crowd and rode his bicycle towards the Ministry of Heavy Industry.

After riding through several intersections, I turned left onto Dongsi West Street. After a while, I arrived at the gate of the ministry.

He Yuzhu stopped his bicycle steadily and pushed it towards the gate.

He waved from afar and said, "Morning, Uncle Zeng! Have you eaten?"

When he arrived at the gate, He Yuzhu opened the bag hanging on the handlebars and took out a lunch box.

He bent down, with a smile on his face, and handed it in: "I promised you yesterday at noon, you can try my cooking."

Uncle Zeng's face was wrinkled with smile. He took the lunch box and it was still warm to the touch.

There was a flash of appreciation in his eyes, and he gave He Yuzhu a thumbs up: "Xiao He, then I will try the level of the state banquet chef."

Uncle Zeng went back yesterday and found his old comrade-in-arms, Uncle Wu, and had a drink with him.

During the conversation at the banquet, I easily found out relevant information about He Yuzhu.

He was less wary of He Yuzhu and could treat him as his comrade.

Knowing He Yuzhu's personality, I happily accepted the lunch box today.

He Yuzhu raised his eyebrows when he heard what he said, realizing that he had gone to inquire about the news, and his attitude was much more friendly than yesterday.

But this is not something that is kept secret. He mentioned Uncle Wu yesterday, which made things even more relaxed.

"Okay! You know everything now! Then call Uncle Wu next time and we can have a drink together."

Grandpa Zeng opened the lid of the lunch box and saw two steamed buns and some side dishes inside.

The faint fragrance slowly penetrated into his nostrils, and he couldn't help but saliva from his mouth.

His Adam's apple moved, he swallowed, suppressed the rising hunger, and looked up at He Yuzhu.

"Your cooking skills are truly extraordinary. I'm drooling! Next time, let's go together and invite Old Wu."

Hearing his agreement, He Yuzhu nodded with a smile: "Okay! I will cook for you personally when the time comes, and I guarantee you two will be satisfied."

Uncle Zeng responded with a smile, waved at him, and began to eat his breakfast with his head down.

When He Yuzhu stepped into the cafeteria office, two unfamiliar faces were sitting there, chatting with Wu Zhiqiang.

Wu Zhiqiang was sitting facing the door. When he saw He Yuzhu coming in, he quickly stood up and reached out to pull the other two people.

"Director, you are here!"

After that, he pulled the two people beside him and began to introduce them to He Yuzhu, "These two are also buyers for our canteen. This one is Shi Sheng."

The tall young man standing on Wu Zhiqiang's left is Shi Sheng, who has a buzz cut, a scar on his cheek, and a straight body.

Shi Sheng stared at He Yuzhu, as if he could sense the power hidden in He Yuzhu's body, and subconsciously took a defensive stance.

Seeing that Shi Sheng did not respond, Wu Zhiqiang showed a hint of embarrassment on his face and turned to look to the left.

Seeing that Shi Sheng's condition was a little off, like when he had just come to purchase goods, he had an idea and took the opportunity to cover it up.

"Brother Sheng, relax, we are not on the battlefield now!"

When Shi Sheng heard his shout, he came back to his senses, his tense muscles relaxed and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Wu Zhiqiang in front of him, his eyes flashing with gratitude, and patted his arm.

"Hello, Director! I just had some old problems, please forgive me!"

Shi Sheng's tone was apologetic, and he completely believed Wu Zhiqiang's previous advice. With this ability, he could make a name for himself anywhere.

He Yuzhu noticed his reaction and didn't care about his gaffe. Instead, he admired his keen perception.

With a faint smile on his face, he waved his hand: "Comrade Shi, it's okay. Did you come here after you were demobilized?"

"Yes, I have been here for several years. Going out for purchasing is much better than before." Shi Sheng smiled naively and nodded in reply.

He Yuzhu nodded gently and turned to look at another person: "I guess you are Comrade Yan Xinle?"

When he went out to eat at noon yesterday, he had already found out everything from Uncle Zeng and knew the whole situation clearly.

Wu Zhiqiang thought that he had not introduced Yan Xinle yet, so he looked at him apologetically.

Yan Xinle glanced back, signaling him not to worry about it, with a smile on his slightly plump face: "Director He, hello!"

He Yuzhu smiled back and held out his hand: "Hello, I'll leave the canteen's purchases to you."

After he finished shaking hands with a few people, He Yuzhu raised his hand to check the time and asked them with a little confusion.

"It's time to go to work. Is your team leader usually like this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Xinle responded with a smile: "Director, Team Leader Xie came back very late yesterday. I think he is going to the warehouse now."

Wu Zhiqiang knew in his heart that this was definitely not the case, but there was no need to spoil the situation by saying anything. Maybe someone really had purchased something good and was just putting it into storage?

Do more and make more mistakes, do less and make fewer mistakes.

He Yuzhu glanced at the expressions of the other two people, caught something unusual, and chuckled.

"That's great. Thank you, Team Leader! This is the best support for my work. Thank you all for your hard work!"

"Director, you're too kind! We get paid to do this and serve everyone!" Wu Zhiqiang laughed and echoed.

He Yuzhu now has a preliminary judgment of the three people. Wu Zhiqiang is a bit smooth and can be considered a centrist.

Shi Shengsuan is a practical man. He does his own job well and doesn't care about trivial matters.

Yan Xinle behaves like a smiling tiger and seems to be biased towards Xie Xingsong.

Now it depends on what Xie Xingsong thinks, but judging from his behavior of not coming to the office on time today, I'm afraid he has some thoughts.

He Yuzhu secretly shook his head. As long as he didn't disturb his plan of slacking off, he didn't intend to do anything to him.

After all, it is human nature to want to make progress. You can't think that ordinary people are cunning just because you are so successful.

"Okay, go find Sister Liang to ask for today's arrangements, and go do your own things!"

He Yuzhu waved his hand, gave an instruction, then turned and walked towards his office.

Xie Xingsong was not in the cafeteria, but came to the small building of the logistics department.

He walked into the small building, greeting familiar colleagues enthusiastically along the way, and seemed to be getting along well with them.

Finally, he stopped in front of the door with the sign of Director. He paused for a moment, then reached out and gently knocked on the door.

There was a knock on the door in the office.

A plump figure sat behind the desk, swallowed the tea in his mouth, cleared his throat, and shouted to the door, "Come in!"

The sound penetrated the door and reached Xie Xingsong's ears. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, pushed open the door and walked in.

"Hello, Director Qian!"