Siheyuan: I am Yi Zhonghai's biological son

When the father and son returned home, Yi Ping'an gave the benefits from the steel mill to Yang Cuiyun, and then asked his father, "Dad, are you an uncle now?"

Yi Zhonghai was a little speechless: "Ping An, why are you so interested in this?"

Yi Ping'an: How can I not be interested? This is an important plot.

Give his dad a look that tells him to speak quickly.

Yi Zhonghai: "What can I say? The subdistrict office has been established. The director is a man named Xiao, who will be in charge of our area.

Each courtyard selects a liaison officer to help mediate neighborhood disputes, convey orders from superiors, publicize policies from above, and also pay attention to strangers and guard against enemy spies.

Our yard is big, so we selected three liaison officers, all of whom are older, so we call them the managers.

I am one year older than both of them, so I am the eldest uncle. Liu Haizhong is older than Yan Bugui, so he is the second uncle, and Yan Bugui is the third uncle. That’s it.”

"Dad, didn't Xu Fugui fight for it?" Yi Ping'an asked.

"Why didn't I fight for it? But Liu Haizhong said that Xu Fugui always went to the countryside to show movies and was often not at home. He was not suitable to be the steward. He himself was a senior blacksmith and was at home every day, so he volunteered to be the steward.

I don't know what there is to fight for. If our Intermediate Court hadn't chosen me, I wouldn't have wanted to be the president. Are the people in this court so easy to get along with?

Every day there are trivial things, who wants to take care of it? Isn't this just asking for trouble?" Yi Zhonghai obviously didn't like this job.

"Hahaha, it means our Intermediate Court trusts you." Yi Ping'an praised his father.

"Do you believe it? I don't believe it anyway. Just wait and see, there will be no more leisurely days in the future." Yi Zhonghai sighed.

Yi Ping'an thought: It seems that after I came here, his father's mentality has completely changed, and even the manager is not important to him anymore.

"Dad, are you three managing it together now? Or are you each in charge of your own courtyard?" Yi Ping'an asked.

"Of course, each of them is responsible for their own hospital. Liu Haizhong wanted to manage them together, but I disagreed.

As for his obsession with power, if we manage him together, he will show off in the yard every day, so let him go back to the backyard, we won’t serve him in the middle yard.” Yi Zhonghai rolled his eyes as he spoke.

"Hahahaha", successfully made Yi Ping'an laugh.

The father and son were chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was warm and pleasant.

During dinner, Yi Pingan asked his aunt, "Aunt, is there anything else you haven't bought for the New Year? I'll go buy it tomorrow."

These words successfully frightened Yang Cuiyun, "Ping An, who buys so many things for the New Year? Having a meat dish is considered a good New Year, so don't spend any more money.

You are too generous. You should be frugal even if you earn a lot. His father, you should also talk to him. You can't be like this."

Yang Cuiyun spoke to Yi Zhonghai again.

"Yes, you have to save money even if you have money. These days, other people's lives are not easy, but we have so much meat and fish that people will be jealous. That's not a good thing. You can just eat something that doesn't taste very good on a normal basis." Yi Zhonghai also taught Yi Ping'an.

Yi Ping'an felt that he had been low-key enough, but he had underestimated the poverty of this era. This was his blind spot and he had to pay attention to it in the future, so he nodded to show that he understood.

Yi Zhonghai said to Yang Cuiyun again: "I will go to Zhuzi's house later, and you go to the old lady in the backyard. We will celebrate the New Year together tomorrow.

We always celebrated together in previous years, it would be awkward if we didn’t this year, it’s just a family reunion dinner anyway. Zhuzi is a good cook, let him be the chef, you can relax a bit.”

People in this era are particularly concerned about reputation. No matter who you are, you have to have a good reputation. When you are looking for a job, going to school, or getting married, there will always be people who come to ask about you. If you have a bad reputation, then you probably won't have any chance.

So Yi Ping'an also cares about this matter very much. He wants to integrate himself into this era and learn well from his father. Yi Zhonghai has a very good reputation in this area.

"By the way, Dad, please call Brother Zhuzi over. I have something to ask him."

"What can you do with him?"

"Well, I just want to try Brother Zhuzi's Tan family cuisine. I made some good stuff, let him show off his cooking skills, and we can also enjoy the blessings of being a noble." Yi Ping'an said in a low voice.

"You kid, okay, I'll call him over later."

Yi Zhonghai felt a little helpless and distressed. His son must have suffered a lot, otherwise why would he want to try everything.

Which child is always thinking about buying things? It must be because he didn’t eat them when he was a child, and now he has the conditions, so he wants to stock up.

If Yi Ping'an knew what his father was thinking, he would probably say: Don't you think about it, whose child earns so much money? Even if you want to buy it, you have to have the money to buy it.

After the meal, Yi Zhonghai gave Yi Ping'an the salary for the past two months, a total of 422 million, which was quite a lot. It seemed that the salary last month was also calculated based on the time he first joined the company.

This does not include the allowance for his business trip. He does not work for nothing. This will not be given to him until after the New Year, together with next month's salary.

The old couple went out, one went to the middle yard and the other went to the back yard.

Yi Ping'an went to the kitchen cellar to get the ingredients.

After a while, he heard footsteps and Yi Ping'an came out of the cellar. He saw his father and Sha Zhu entering the kitchen.

"Oh my goodness! Uncle, you have prepared everything." Sha Zhu exclaimed in a low voice, there are really a lot of things.

So Shazhu is not stupid at all.

Sha Zhu was immediately happy. A chef likes to have all the ingredients available, otherwise he won’t be able to show his skills.

"It's up to you. He's back safely this year, so let's have something good to celebrate." Yi Zhonghai thought that since it was his first time to celebrate the New Year with his son, the feast had to be sumptuous.

"Brother Zhuzi, there are some green vegetables planted in the west room. You can go and take a look later. You will have to work hard tomorrow." Yi Ping'an also said to Sha Zhu.

"Brother Ping'an, you are just too polite. Don't say this again in the future. If you say it again, I will get angry. You are not a stranger, so why should you be polite?" Sha Zhu said with a smile.

Yi Ping'an: What? You still want to be my wife?

"Okay, I won't say that anymore. If you say that again, you won't cook for me."

"Hahaha, that's right."

Among the young people in the courtyard, only Sha Zhu spoke to Yi Ping'an without any scruples. Others were a little cautious when talking to him, and Jia Dongxu was no exception.

Yi Ping'an handed the ingredients of the Tan family cuisine he had prepared to Sha Zhu and raised his chin, meaning, "What do you think of it?"

When Sha Zhu took it and looked at it, he was delighted and kept saying, "What a good thing, it's really a good thing."

He hasn't seen such big abalone in years, and this time he must let them taste his cooking skills.

The abalone that Yi Ping An took out was between three-head abalone and two-head abalone, and he didn't dare to take the better ones. In addition to this, there were also sea cucumbers and squid tentacles.

Sha Zhu happily went back with the ingredients. He had to prepare the ingredients, otherwise he would not be able to eat tomorrow. This is how Tan family cuisine is, it takes too long to prepare.

After a while, Yang Cuiyun also came back and agreed with the deaf old lady to celebrate the New Year together the next day.

Yi Ping'an asked the couple to wait for him in the main room, then he went back to the bedroom and took out the big cloth bag.

"I don't know what this kid bought again. He didn't even show it to me, saying he would wait for you to come back and see it together." Yang Cuiyun got a headache when she saw Yi Ping'an taking things. She wasn't stingy, she was just used to being thrifty.

Yi Ping'an took out the military coat for his father, the big cotton-padded jacket for her aunt, and two pairs of big-toed leather shoes.

When the couple looked at these things, Yang Cuiyun was the first one who couldn't hold back. She hugged Yi Ping'an and started crying, calling "son" while crying.

Yi Zhonghai's eyes also turned red. He looked up at the roof. As a man, he still had to be strong.

Then I thought: I am not strong at all. My son respects me, I am happy, and I can cry if I want to.

Then he hugged both mother and daughter in his arms.

Yi Ping'an was confused. Why was she so crybaby? In Yi Ping'an's eyes, it was normal to bring gifts to elders during the New Year. He had just returned from a business trip, so it was reasonable for him to bring gifts.

But in this era, everyone was poor, so there was no need for gifts. In the eyes of Yi Zhonghai and his wife, this was their child's filial piety.

Yi Pingan tried to coax this one, then that one, but in the end, neither of them was coaxed. Well, cry, and when you've cried enough, stop crying, and simply stop coaxing.

After they calmed down, the couple wiped their tears and looked at the clothes and shoes again, feeling very happy. They would wear this during the New Year to let them see who is more filial than their son. Go ahead and be jealous.

After trying on the clothes, I found they all fit well, so I carried the clothes back to the west room.

Yi Ping'an: How can it not fit? Don’t you see what I do? My eyes are my ruler.

Originally, the couple wanted to move back to the central courtyard. The house had been cleaned up, but Yi Ping'an didn't let them. It had been a long time since anyone had lived there and the walls were frozen through. So they decided to live in the cross courtyard.

Yi Ping'an watched the two people return to the house, then went to the east room to fill the boiler with coal and pressurize the furnace. He had to press it down, in case the coal burned out and the fire went out, it would not only be cold but also freeze.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth in the bathroom, then went back to the bedroom, took a shower in the private room, and then came out to sleep.