Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

When Yi Ping'an entered the room, he saw Yi Zhonghai and seven or eight other people talking and laughing. The room was filled with smoke. The deaf old lady and Jia Zhang were sitting on the kang, while the others were sitting on stools, eating melon seeds on the table.

Seeing Yi Ping'an coming in, Yi Zhonghai waved at him, "Ping'an, come here quickly, what took you so long? What were you talking about with Zhuzi?"

"We didn't talk about anything. We were just watching Brother Zhuzi cooking. It made me hungry." Yi Ping'an greeted everyone with a smile and sat down next to his father.

"Well, Zhuzi's craftsmanship is really good. There are few people around here who can catch up with him." Yi Zhonghai said.

"It's safe. You are working in a steel mill now, right?" Yan Bugui asked.

"Teacher Yan, not yet. I haven't officially graduated yet. It will count after I get my diploma and transfer my relationship." Yi Ping'an replied.

"That will take another three or four years, right?" As a teacher, Yan Bugui knew about college life.

"It hasn't been that long. I have already completed my major courses and submitted my graduation application. Now I am waiting for the approval."

"What? You've finished learning everything? So fast? How long have you been learning it?" Yan Bugui asked in surprise.

"Uh... I've studied it for a year." Yi Ping'an was not showing off. He was just telling the truth. He didn't expect Yan Bugui to be so surprised.

"That's amazing! No wonder you went to college so early. You have a good brain. If my son Jie Cheng was half as smart as you, I would wake up laughing."

Yan Bugui was so envious. How come such a smart son wasn't his own? He, Yi Zhonghai, was a rough man, but he was good at having sons. It really made him angry.

Liu Haizhong was also envious. His son Liu Guangqi was only one year younger than Yi Ping'an and was still a middle school student.

The one who envied Xu Fugui the most was that he felt that he was the most knowledgeable person in the hospital and had projection technology. But this son, he really couldn't compare to him. Damao was one year older than Yi Ping'an. Looking at him and then at his own son, he suddenly couldn't suppress the power of the wilderness in his body.

The same goes for other people. In the past, when it comes to children, Yi Zhonghai can't compare to him. Although Yi Zhonghai earns a lot, he has no son. No matter how much he earns, he will be extinct. Even if his son is useless, he is better than him, right? But now, he has turned the tables.

"Ping An, you are an engineer now, so how much do you earn a month?" Jia Zhang asked while eating melon seeds.

The others also pricked up their ears, wanting to know.

Yi Ping'an didn't know what to say, and looked at his father, meaning: Can you say it?

Yi Zhonghai looked at the information handed over by his son and nodded slightly: Go ahead, Dad is here to help you with everything.

Okay, since you say you can speak, then what should I be afraid of?

So he decided not to hide it. After all, his family's living standards would surely improve in the future, and he couldn't let these guys report him.

"I am now a level nine engineer, and my salary plus allowances is 132 million a month."

"How much?" they said in unison.

"132 million? Oh my god, so much?" This is Yan Bugui, he thought it was only yuan. The salary is indeed yuan, and there are subsidies.

"One month is equivalent to four months of my time!" This is Jia Dongxu.

"This college student is so amazing!" This is Liu Haizhong.

"You have to have the ability!" This is Xu Fugui.

"Can we spend all this money?" This is Jia Zhang.

.........

Now everyone was really upset and collectively depressed, except Yi Zhonghai.

"You two make more than 2 million a month, which is almost as much as my annual salary. There's no comparison, no comparison!" Yan Bugui is so sensitive about money.

Everyone also thought of this. Yi Zhonghai has the highest salary in the hospital, with a monthly salary of 75 yuan.

Jia Zhang's jealousy was about to become reality. Yang Cuiyun must have been very lucky in her previous life, why did she get all the good things?

There was a reason why Jia Zhang disliked Yang Cuiyun so much. His husband, Jia, used to work at Lou's Steel Rolling Mill. He had worked there when the mill was first built and was an electrician.

Electricians were a scarce talent at that time, and Lou Bancheng spent a lot of money to find someone to train them. Among that group of people, Lao Jia was the best learner, while the others were careless, and some even didn't learn at all.

Lao Jia was good at learning technology, and he was also a loyal and honest person. He worked hard and was obedient. Unfortunately, he was electrocuted in an accident. At that time, the Japanese had not yet come to Sijiucheng, and Lou Bancheng still had the final say in the factory.

Old Jia was gone, and Jia Dongxu was only five or six years old, an orphan with a widowed mother. In order to win the hearts of the people and make the old people who followed him to start a business feel more at ease, Lou Bancheng not only gave compensation but also gave a note, promising that Jia Dongxu could come to work in the steel mill when he grew up.

It was also because of this that even though the Japanese later occupied the steel mill, the workers were still loyal to Lou Bancheng. This made the Japanese very helpless, but they couldn't kill them all, otherwise who would do the work? So they could only find trouble.

But the Jia family's life became difficult. Without any source of income, they would end up spending all their savings. So Jia Zhang took Jia Dongxu back to the countryside.

In 39, a large number of refugees poured into Sijiu City, and the countryside became unsafe. Jia Zhang had no choice but to take Jia Dongxu back to Sijiu City.

Jia Zhang had to raise a child, but she had no special ability, so she thought of finding someone to help her. It happened that Yi Zhonghai had just arrived in Beijing at that time. He was tall, strong, young, and most importantly, alone, so he was the most suitable candidate.

But Yi Zhonghai didn't like her at all. He could have a casual relationship with her, but he couldn't have a relationship with her. It wasn't like he couldn't find a wife. Not long after, Yi Zhonghai got into trouble, and when he came back, he brought Yang Cuiyun back with him. He and Jia Zhangshi were just neighbors.

Only Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang knew about this matter, not even Jia Dongxu knew about it. So Jia Zhang was very dissatisfied with Yang Cuiyun.

But she didn't dare to cause trouble to Yang Cuiyun, she knew Yi Zhonghai was not easy to deal with, he really dared to kill her. Besides, Jia Dongxu was growing up, she couldn't let him lose face, so she just kept the matter to herself.

So the two of them, one who could pretend and the other who could hide, lived in peace.

Later, for some unknown reason, Yi Zhonghai accepted Jia Dongxu as his apprentice and trained him to be a senior citizen.

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The dishes were served and everyone sat down. There were eight dishes and one soup, four meat dishes and four vegetable dishes. The soup was egg soup. In this era, this was a high-standard banquet.

Yi Ping'an took the wine jug and filled everyone's cups. Yi Zhonghai didn't let Yi Ping'an drink because his son was still young, so Yi Ping'an drank water. As for soda? It was too luxurious. Ordinary people like us couldn't afford that stuff.

Yi Zhonghai stood up and raised his glass: "Today is the day my son comes home. I am happy. Neighbors, my son will live in the yard from now on. He is young, so please forgive me if there is anything inconsiderate. Cheers!" After that, he drank it all in one gulp.

Everyone didn't say anything polite. This was Xifeng Liquor, which they couldn't usually drink, so they drank more while they could.

"Enjoy the food, don't be polite. You all know Zhuzi's cooking skills." Yang Cuiyun also invited everyone to eat.

In fact, no one was polite. At that time, everyone was poor, and it was rare to have a feast with meat and wine. Most families only ate meat on New Year's Day, and the meat was just scraps. If they could have a full meal on other days, they would be happy for several days.

Yi Ping'an ate a bite of Sha Zhu's cooking and it was really good. No wonder he could walk sideways in the kitchen later. He almost wanted to eat with Sha Zhu, but unfortunately he couldn't. He still had to keep a low profile. But he could satisfy his cravings occasionally. He could cook, but compared to professionals like Sha Zhu, he was still not as good as him.

As a modern man, which man can't cook? Don't want to find a wife? Especially men in the north, who doesn't have a few specialties? Don't ask why, the answer is talent.

"Brother Ping'an, how is it? Is my cooking skill okay?" Sha Zhu looked at Yi Ping'an and asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Not bad, really not bad, Brother Zhuzi. If I feel hungry in the future, I will come to you. Don't worry, I will get the ingredients and you just need to provide the cooking skills. Is that ok?" Yi Ping'an gave Sha Zhu a thumbs up and made a promise with him for the future.

"Hahaha, of course no problem. I promise you'll never forget it after eating it." Sha Zhu replied happily. As a cook, the happiest thing is to have his cooking skills recognized by others.

"I can't forget it now. By the way, Brother Zhuzi, don't you have a younger sister? Where is she? Why can't I see her?" Yi Ping'an remembered that he had not seen He Yushui yet.

"She went to her classmate's house to do homework in the evening. She just came back. Aunt Yi brought her some food and she is eating next door?" Sha Zhu replied.

He Yu Shui is 10 years old this year and just entered the third grade of primary school. In fact, Sha Zhu is still very nice to Yu Shui now. It was rough to raise children in this era, unlike later times when there were fewer children and they were all spoiled.

At that time, raising a child was good enough if you could feed him/her enough. In the city, he/she could still go to school, but in the countryside, almost all children would go to work in the fields when they reached a certain age, and very few would go to school.

The meal was a great success, and there were no leftovers. The plates were scraped clean with steamed buns made of two-grain flour.

Yi Zhonghai successfully got drunk, Yan Bugui successfully ate too much, and the others were not much better off.

Jia Zhangshi did not pour all the meat and vegetables into her own bowl as described in the fan fiction, which made Yi Ping'an feel like he had been transported to the wrong place.

Yang Cuiyun steamed two large pots of steamed buns made of 200 grams of flour, dozens of them, and not a single one was left. People these days don't have much fat in their stomachs, so they eat a lot.

After eating and drinking, everyone dispersed as they had to go to work the next day.

Sha Zhu sent the deaf old lady back to the backyard. Actually, she wanted Yi Ping'an to do it, but Yi Ping'an didn't want to pay attention to her. He got up and went to help Yang Cuiyun clean up the dishes, pretending he didn't see her look. No one wants to find a ancestor to serve him.

This old lady seems to be taking things for granted. I should ask Yi Zhonghai when I have time if there is something she doesn't know.

"Ping'an, you should take a rest. You don't have to do this work. I can do it." When Yang Cuiyun saw Yi Ping'an helping to clean up, she immediately wanted to stop him. How could her son do this job?

"It's okay, Aunt Yang, you've been busy for a long time. Take a break. I can finish this work in a short while." Yi Ping'an wanted to avoid the deaf old lady, but of course he was sincere in working.

He really envied the men of that time, who did nothing at home and acted like bosses. Modern men were not so lucky.

Although they have to support their families, men have always been responsible for supporting their families. Modern men are under even greater pressure. They have to work outside and cook at home. Those who don’t have a house, a car or money can’t even find a wife.

At that time, except for the disabled, few men were single. Even for those who were older and unmarried, the government would introduce them to a partner, fearing that they would be a drag and affect the population.

More importantly, if you get married at this time, it means lifelong marriage and there will be no divorce.

Yang Cuiyun really thought this kid was considerate. To put it bluntly, Yi Zhonghai had never washed a bowl for her at home. The more she looked at him, the more she liked him. The smile on her face never faded.