Siheyuan: take the farm with you to rebirth

Chapter 213 Thanks
Of course, what Bai Qiming said was straight, but what he thought was not straight. The moment He Yuzhu agreed, his eyes could not help but fall from He Yuzhu to Ran Qiuye. After all, the other party's intentions were already obvious.

"You, you." Mr. Liu seemed to have nothing to do with this old guy who was both a disciple and a friend. He could only point at him and continue eating.

After the meal, the overall atmosphere was good, especially Bai Qiming, who asked a lot about He Yuzhu's thoughts on the steel rolling mill.

And the other party also directly stated that Secretary Bai entrusted him to ask, mainly because Secretary Bai was considering whether there would be a future with He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu felt ashamed after hearing this. Even though he had been a man for two generations, he had never said that his subordinates would ask someone to ask the leader if he would develop with you. Isn't this a joke?
Of course, in comparison, He Yuzhu believed that Secretary Bai had given some hints, but he didn't expect that his cheap father would be so straightforward and tell everything.

In contrast, He Yuzhu didn't have much idea, it was human nature, and he also thought that Secretary Bai might develop into one of his helpers in the future.

After lunch, Ran Qiuye's family and Bai Qiming were about to leave. After all, it was not the weekend and they still had to go to work. They couldn't just run away like He Yuzhu.

If He Yuzhu ran away, the factory could still operate normally. If they ran away, no one would care about the lovely classmates in Sijiucheng School.

Ran Qiuye was still reluctant to leave, seeing Ran Jun and his wife calling out the girl for not staying, Ran Qiuye blushed in embarrassment.

Sending everyone away, He Yuzhu was not in a hurry to go to the factory. Since everyone had already skipped work, he naturally had to follow through to the end.

But it can't be said that He Yuzhu is not serious enough. The factory can already operate normally, and many tasks have been delegated to Secretary Bai. His work is not much, and the impact of going to work early or late is not big at all.

This is also what he took over before, so after looking into it early, he still worked seriously for the factory, and the worst thing was to find someone for the factory who could work hard.

Seeing He Yuzhu and Mr. Liu playing chess again, Xiao Zhang looked a little worried. After all, it was because of playing chess last time that Mr. Liu fell ill.

Although he said he was fine now, this psychological shadow was really hard to get rid of, so he kept his eyes on him even more closely, and was going to call for a car if something went wrong, so that what happened before couldn't happen again.

Mr. Liu played chess, and said with feeling: "I didn't expect it. In the end, I was conceited. You kid is still clumsy in chess. Every time I let me, an old guy, be afraid of what happened yesterday?"

He Yuzhu smiled when he heard this, and quickly waved his hands to deny: "Old man, you really think too much. I really don't have the ability. Yesterday was just luck."

"Luck?" Mr. Liu glanced at him with a smile, with an expression on your face that I read a lot, so you can't take me for a fool, and then said: "You were not lucky yesterday, the means of killing and the way to die And you can’t even pretend to be born, I’m a little curious, you are a cook, let’s not talk about how to play Go, how did you cultivate this kind of courage, could it be cultivated by killing chickens?”

When he first started cooking for Mr. Liu, He Yuzhu often brought chickens from his space, so he was not surprised to hear Mr. Liu say this.

But it's helpless. The decisiveness of killing is cultivated by killing chickens. Is this plausible?

He Yuzhu shook his head with a dumbfounded smile, and still denied it: "Really, let me tell you the truth, I accidentally saw the move yesterday, and it was because of this that I learned Go. It’s possible, and the salted duck eggs were originally for you, so I tried it.”

"I saw it by accident?" Hearing this, Mr. Liu hesitated a little, but he didn't go into it too deeply. After a long time, he slowly put down the chess piece and looked at He Yuzhu.

The man who was originally in his 70s had very clear eyes without any sign of turbidity. He said with an inexplicable emotion: "Xiao He, do you know who Xiao Zhang is?"

He Yuzhu was a little confused when he heard such a nonsense, and then turned his head to look at Xiao Zhang, and found that the latter didn't respond, so he shook his head.

Mr. Liu thought for a moment and then said: "Xiao Zhang is someone else's child."

"Uh..." After hearing this, the black line on He Yuzhu's forehead suddenly rose again, and he couldn't help complaining in his heart: "Damn it, you old man, nonsense literature makes you understand, God, you are someone else's child."

Mr. Liu seemed to see what he was thinking, and then smiled and said: "At my age, I am accompanied by other people's children. That's because I don't have any children, so for me, it's better to leave early one day later. One day doesn’t really matter, after all, I’ve almost finished what I should do, and it’s hard to accomplish what I want to do in my lifetime.”

Mr. Liu's voice was very deep, giving people a sense of the vicissitudes of a hero in his twilight years. He Yuzhu's face could not help but become serious, and he listened carefully.

"So this happened yesterday, I was actually ready, and I was sure that I was going to leave, but for some reason, suddenly there was a force that made me wake up, and I even felt better than ever in my body, I think this may be God's guidance." As Liu Lao spoke, he became emotional again, his eyes sparkling, as if he had some goal.

He Yuzhu breathed a sigh of relief. He originally thought that Mr. Liu was so serious and was going to tell some secrets, but he didn't expect that he was just lamenting about being alive. Although this matter was big, to the instigator, He Yuzhu, it was not worth mentioning and it was nothing. interest.

He just wanted to laugh a little when he heard the instructions from God, who was said to be God, and couldn't help but said: "Old man, we are not superstitious."

"Ah?" Hearing He Yuzhu's words, Mr. Liu was taken aback for a moment, then his expression twitched involuntarily, and his emotions were not coherent. God is not superstitious.

After a long time, Mr. Liu picked up his mood again, shook his head with a smile, pointed at He Yuzhu and said, "You, anyway, what I want to say is, no matter what, I want to thank you. Without you, I might be really happy." I will go."

"Thank you, it's all trivial matters." He Yuzhu said very easily when he heard that, ready to continue playing chess.

Seeing this, Mr. Liu smiled with relief on his face. After thinking for a while, he also grabbed the chess pieces and started to play, but his eyes gradually had some plans.

Walking out of Liu's hometown, it was the time when the sun was at its strongest in the afternoon. He Yuzhu bought a popsicle from the supply and marketing cooperative and ate it under the envious eyes of children on the roadside.

Popsicle popsicles are indeed just a long piece of ice with a stick in it. There is no complicated process, but it has a little more sweetness.

(End of this chapter)