Siheyuan: Shazhu gets married first

Easily resolved Yi Zhonghai's criticism.

When Sha Zhu returned home, he first put his savings and some bills into his own space warehouse.

When I came back last night, I was in a daze and forgot about it.

You know, the ungrateful thief now has some experience in the martial arts world.

But, I guess no one will tell him.

Jianghu has never been about fighting and killing, but about human relationships.

When you are willing to give him something, he can enter your house and take it at will.

If he continues to take things from his home when he doesn't like his family, that's stealing.

I will make him understand that sooner or later he will pay for his wrongdoings.

If you eat something, you must spit it out; if you take something, you must hand it over.

Anyway, now that we have made up our minds to draw a line in the sand.

At least he shouldn't feel like he's in an empty house when he enters his home.

After finding a lock that had not been used for a long time and with great effort, Sha Zhu finally locked his door.

Then, he took the well-prepared He Yushui outside.

The neighbors who were still washing up in the yard looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ever since Yi Zhonghai became the boss of Red Star Courtyard.

In order to create an advanced and civilized compound, we should embody the civilized atmosphere of not picking up things on the streets and not locking doors at night.

We have always advocated that residents in the compound do not lock their doors.

Who would have thought that today Sha Zhu would go against the world's will and lock the door of their house.

Everyone looked at Yi Zhonghai's house, wanting to see how Yi Zhonghai would deal with the situation after discovering it.

However, what surprised everyone was that Yi Zhonghai had already finished washing up.

He actually pretended not to notice Shazhu locking the door, which was rare.

So I went home carrying the washbasin and the kettle.

In fact, no matter what Yi Zhonghai’s reaction is.

Sha Zhu wouldn't care. When facing Yi Zhonghai's questioning today, Sha Zhu had already told Yi Zhonghai very clearly.

When I care about you, whatever you say is what it means.

When I don't care about you, what does it matter if you are just an old man in a big compound?

The Shazhu brother and sister walked all the way through the Chuihua Gate.

When I meet neighbors who get up early to wash up, I greet them warmly.

"Silly Zhu, are you planning to send Yu Shui to school?

It's very rare that you get up so early!"

Early bird gets the worm.

The third uncle Yan Bugui, who was the reincarnation of the abacus spirit, was wearing glasses and had been guarding the gate of the courtyard since early morning.

When he saw Shazhu and his sister, he greeted them happily.

"Uncle, you're here so early?

I don't send Yu Shui to school. She is that old now and there is nothing to do. There is no need for me to send her to school.

Well, she wanted to change her taste in the morning, so I took her out for breakfast."

"You really love rainwater, but it's still a waste.

Money for two people to have breakfast outside.

The food we bought is more than you and your sister can eat in one day.

You won’t become poor if you eat too much, but you will become poor if you don’t plan carefully.

It is better to save money when living at home. "

Maybe it was because of the teacher, or maybe it was because I really felt sorry for him.

Yan Bugui couldn't help but use his famous sayings on governing the country to teach Sha Zhu.

“What the Third Uncle said is that we only go there once in a while, not every day.

After eating the rainwater, we still have to go to school, let’s go first!”

After saying that, Sha Zhu no longer paid attention to Yan Bugui and led He Yushui out of the compound.

In winter, the streets of the city are plain and quiet.

The gray-brown alleys, roofs and roads were covered with a thin layer of white by winter frost.

The first snow of 1962 was destined to come later than usual.

The dead branches of the trees on the street are covered with frost.

The winter frost mercilessly withers the leaves, and the spring breeze brings green grass and blooming flowers.

From time to time, a few old 28-inch bicycles or tricycles pass by on the street.

Sometimes, a bus passes by with a large gas bag on its roof.

These buses don't run on oil, but on gas, which is why they look like this.

The pedestrians on the street were all wearing bulky cotton jackets, many of them had dog-skin hats on their heads, and thick cotton shoes with thousand-layer soles on their feet.

The white breath they exhaled instantly condensed into frost in the cold air.

The sky is blue. Take a deep breath. The air without the haze of later generations makes people feel extremely comfortable and cool.

Because there are not many buses, there is not much car exhaust.

Most of the roadside shops had their doors closed.

Most of these shops have low street-facing storefronts.

There are no skyscrapers everywhere as of the new century.

Only a few breakfast shops were emitting hot air.

Through the gaps in the steamer, you can see the steaming buns and soy milk inside.

Occasionally, one can see a series of slogans on the streets, such as "Work hard, strive to be the best, build socialism quickly, efficiently and economically."

In front of the simple newsstand, several men in military coats were reading the news in the newspaper attentively.

From time to time, they would put their frozen hands on their ears and rub them back and forth.

Sometimes, they would have a brief conversation.

Then an expression of either seriousness or thoughtfulness would appear on his face.

The brother and sister followed the aroma in the cold air and came to the breakfast shop.

He opened the curtain and walked into the breakfast shop.

It was like ice and fire inside and outside, and a wave of heat hit me in the face.

The space inside the breakfast shop is not big, but it makes people feel warm and crowded.

“Rainwater, what do you want to eat?”

Sha Zhu took He Yushui to find an empty seat and sat down, then asked her.

"A steamed bun, a fried dough stick, and a bowl of soy milk will do."

He Yushui did not greedily ask for a lot just because he didn't usually go out for breakfast, but instead ate according to his ability.

"Boss, please give me three steamed buns and fried dough sticks, and two bowls of bean juice."

"Okay, it's 24 cents, plus 600 grams of food coupons."

Only then did Sha Zhu realize that this breakfast was indeed not something that ordinary people could afford.

The money that Sha Zhu paid for was enough to buy food for many people for a day.

However, to be honest, one bun cost one or two taels of food coupons.

But the buns are really big, two taels is more than enough.

As for the taste of the soy milk, I can’t say it’s good.

Soy milk smells slightly sour.

Unlike the milky white color of soy milk, it is slightly green in color.

And the first feeling of bean juice is a bit bitter.

No soy aroma like soy milk.

Afterwards, there will be a strange sour taste in the mouth.

After swallowing, a smell of swill will immediately come out.

With a little bit of sweetness, no aftertaste

I really don't know why so many people like this thing.

The people of old Sijiucheng like this.

It seems that only in this way can we show the difference from others.

Sha Zhu drank two sips and couldn't drink any more.

However, looking at He Yushui's situation, she actually liked it very much.

"How does it taste? If you like it, you can buy two more buns to take with you and heat them up for lunch at school."

As for He Yushui, Sha Zhu could still feel the blood connection and intimacy.

People are social beings. Sha Zhu will not occupy the body of the original owner just because his soul traveled through time.

Even the original owner's own sister was abandoned.

As for He Yushui, Sha Zhu decided not only to continue to pamper her, but also to pamper her even better.

“No, it’s a waste to bring buns to school.

No matter how good something is, you will get sick of it if you eat too much.

Just like soy milk, I couldn’t drink it before.

Now I drink it occasionally and I think it tastes really good.”

Sha Zhu knew that before He Daqing left, he was still very fond of He Yushui.

At that time, Sha Zhu was always the one being scolded.

When it comes to He Yushui, He Daqing basically responds to every request.

In fact, at that time, He Yushui basically never had breakfast at home.

As for Sha Zhu, He Daqing basically didn't care how he ate. If he wanted to eat, he would just cook at home. If he didn't want to eat, he would just starve and eat at the restaurant as an apprentice at noon.

This is also what confuses Sha Zhu. Why does He Daqing treat his only son so badly?

According to later generations, He Daqing was a typical daughter slave.

What Sha Zhu was puzzled about was that there was nothing surprising about He Daqing abandoning him.

But it seems a bit unreasonable that He Daqing would abandon He Yushui and not care about anything for a widow.

However, these are all things of the past, and even if one wants to clarify them, there is no rush.

I just don’t know if there is some other hidden story behind this, or was He Daqing really being plotted against and had to leave?

After traveling to such a large courtyard, Sha Zhu knew that no matter how hard he tried to figure out the neighbors in the courtyard, it would not be excessive.