Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

After dinner, He Yuzhu began to clean up the dishes carefully.

He Yushui had already impatiently put down her bowl and chopsticks, tightly holding the candy man in her hand, and ran out happily to share her new baby with her friends.

The crisp sound of dishes and chopsticks colliding in the kitchen, interweaving with the laughter outside the house, formed a warm and harmonious picture.

He Yuzhu walked out of the kitchen and his eyes fell on He Daqing who was sitting in the room.

Inside the house, an oil lamp flickered with a faint light, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, adding a bit of mystery to the quiet night.

He walked slowly forward, sat down on the chair opposite He Daqing, and began to communicate with him.

"Dad, I went out for a walk today." He Yuzhu said softly, with a thoughtful expression on his face, "Guess what? The candy man I bought for Yushui was priced at 5 gold yuan. This money is really becoming less and less valuable."

"I also went to the grain store near the Lama Temple and asked the eldest brother of the Zhao family in the alley about the market price. There is really no market for grain right now."

"I think you can cook for yourself in the future. The food you collect is more worthwhile than the money you make!"

He Yuzhu's words revealed an insight into the current situation. He began to tentatively show his changes, hoping to gain more say in the family.

When He Daqing heard what He Yuzhu said, he came back to his senses and looked at him with a little surprise.

"Hey, it seems that what happened yesterday has enlightened you, a silly pillar." He Daqing said with a smile, a gratified smile on his face.

He felt that his son was gradually growing up and beginning to learn to observe and think.

"You're right. This is how the world should be now." He Daqing continued, "Sijiu City has been under siege for quite some time now, and the situation is becoming increasingly chaotic."

"Apart from cooking Tan's dishes for Lou Bancheng's family recently, I won't go to other families. What they give us is enough for us to eat. I plan to take a break for a while and wait until the beginning of next year to see the situation."

He Yuzhu listened to He Daqing's words, and a trace of respect surged in his heart. Those who can survive in this turbulent era all have their own little cleverness.

"Hi, I just went out for a walk today and had some feelings. How can I compare to you?" He Yuzhu responded in a relaxed tone.

"Okay, I won't ask you what you're doing." He Daqing said with a smile, "Just be careful. I'm here, and you and Yu Shui won't be short of food."

Hearing He Daqing's words, He Yuzhu nodded in agreement, and at the same time began to think about his cooking skills.

When will the daily training of flipping the pan and chopping potatoes and cabbage allow him to make a breakthrough?

He turned to He Daqing with a hint of expectation on his face: "Dad, you see, I have been practicing flipping the wok for almost two years, and I usually only know how to cut potatoes and cabbage. How can my cooking skills improve significantly?"

"Can you find me a job in the kitchen of a restaurant so I can really practice? After all, you always said that being a chef is about hard work, so how can you succeed without hard work?"

After listening to this, He Daqing nodded slightly, with a trace of deep thought in his eyes. He lowered his eyes and began to silently calculate his connections in the chef circle in the city.

After a long while, he slowly raised his head and said to He Yuzhu: "How about this, let's wait until the beginning of next year and see how the situation is. If it is still stable, I will ask someone to see if I can send you to the restaurant kitchen as a kitchen helper. You must be diligent by then, don't embarrass me!"

When He Yuzhu heard this, he immediately perked up, with a hint of excitement on his face: "Dad, don't worry, I will never let you down! Think about today's spicy and sour potato shreds, aren't they much better than before?"

He Daqing recalled the spicy and sour potato shreds he had for dinner and felt that they tasted better than before. He nodded and said with a smile, "Well, you have some talent for cooking. You are worthy of being a descendant of my He family!"

After hearing what He Daqing said, He Yuzhu stopped talking temporarily. He lowered his eyes slightly and fell into a brief contemplation.

After a while, he raised his head, his face solemn, and spoke in a very low voice, as if afraid of disturbing the air around him: "Dad, I think the situation in this city will change sooner or later. I heard that the Red Party outside the city is sincerely working for the welfare of the working people. Our family should have nothing to do with those landlords, traitors and spies, right?"

When He Daqing heard what He Yuzhu said, his heart moved slightly and his expression became a little unnatural.

He tried to adjust his tone to make his voice sound more stable: "We are just cooks, how can we have such complicated relationships."

Although there was a hint of reluctance in his words, He Daqing tried his best to remain calm.

He Yuzhu knew He Daqing's character very well and knew that he couldn't ask him directly, so he tried another way: "Dad, I'm just asking casually. Looking at the current situation, the Red Party might be in charge in the future. As the saying goes, preparation is the key. We must be prepared in advance, so as not to lose our composure and be taken advantage of by others."

His words seemed casual, but they actually contained a deep meaning. He was giving He Daqing a shot of defense and wanted to get some information out of He Daqing's mouth.

He Daqing's face was solemn, his eyes fixed on his young son He Yuzhu. He had something to say but found it difficult to speak. He didn't know whether he should share it with his son.

He Yuzhu looked at the tense face of He Daqing opposite him. He knew that it would be difficult to get any substantial information from him today.

"Hey, come on. You take your time to think about it. I'm going back to my room to sleep."

He Yuzhu shook his head, stood up and walked out the door, thinking to himself that he was only a 14-year-old boy, and although he was already mature inside, he still looked a little childish.

In this era, people firmly believed in the old saying "a man without hair on his lips cannot do things well". His age and experience were obviously insignificant in front of He Daqing and were not enough to make He Daqing reveal key information.

He Yuzhu was not discouraged. He knew that getting the information he wanted to know from He Daqing would not be an easy thing to do.

He needs to gradually change his image in He Daqing's mind, and slowly change his image of being stubborn. Only in this way can he have a chance to find out the real reason why He Daqing left Sijiu City and went to Baocheng.

He Yuzhu thought to himself that he didn't believe that He Daqing would make such a decision for no reason. He Daqing had seen the world, had good cooking skills, and had money.

He Yuzhu didn't believe that he had never been to the Eight Great Hutongs. What kind of widow could easily lead a shrewd man like He Daqing to be framed?

There must be some unknown secrets in this. He Yuzhu buried these thoughts deep in his heart, preparing to find a suitable opportunity in the future to make plans.