Siheyuan: the beginning to realize the freedom of cooking

He Daqing looked at the angry silly Zhu, and his heart was also full of bitterness.

The real purpose of this trip was to borrow some money, otherwise life would be really difficult.

"Zhuzi, I'm your father anyway, just for the sake of the family, lend me some money, and I'll leave."

"Are you going to get out? If you don't get out, don't blame me for doing it." Silly Zhu said and rolled up his sleeves.

He Daqing saw that the silly Zhu had no room for negotiation anymore, so he quickly waved his hands and said, "Zhu Zi, don't! If you really refuse to borrow it, then I will do the same.

You can see if this works, there is no car now.Sijiucheng is so cold at night, I have no place to go, living under the bridge hole in such a cold day will freeze to death.You let me sleep in the house overnight, and I will leave early tomorrow morning. "

Silly Zhu hesitated for a moment when he heard the words, and glanced at He Yushui.

He Yushui knew that what He Daqing said was right, there was no letter of introduction these days, and no one dared to take you in a hotel. In such a cold weather, sleeping on the street would indeed kill you.

No matter how much I hated He Daqing in my heart, it was not unfeeling enough to drive someone to death.

At most, it is the bridge to the bridge and the road to the road, and if you encounter it in the future, you will be treated as a passerby.

He Yushui nodded and rolled his eyes: "Okay, Zhaodi and I will squeeze together at night, and you will leave after tonight."

Seeing that He Yushui agreed, He Daqing nodded, "Oh, I know."

"Silly Zhu, don't be dazed, go and do what you should be busy with." Seeing that Silly Zhu was standing still, Lin Aijun reminded him aloud.

So, Sha Zhu insisted on pulling out a not-so-good-looking smile, turned around and went out to entertain the guests.

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Silent night.

Silly Zhu's wedding banquet is over.

The neighbors in the courtyard house have also fallen asleep one after another.

He Yushui's door opened quietly.

I saw He Daqing sneaking out of the house under the moonlight, and tiptoed into the vegetable cellar.

After entering the vegetable cellar, he wiped the bricks on the wall familiarly.

After touching the familiar brick with engraved words, he reached out and gently took out the brick, and a hole appeared inside the wall.

He Daqing stretched out his hand to explore with the flashlight, and took out a brocade box from inside.

Open the brocade box, there is a pale yellow glazed porcelain bowl inside.

He Daqing took out the bowl and inspected it carefully.

The diameter of this bowl is not large, 6 cm high and 12 cm in diameter.

On the pale yellow glaze, there is a layer of landscape painting made of gold powder, which looks high-end and elegant, not magnificent.

This bowl is from the Yongzheng Dynasty.

It was his ancestor who tried to find a way to get out when he was an official in the palace.

To put it bluntly, it is an old object handed down from the ancestors, but to put it bluntly, it is dirty.

Emperor Yongzheng's aesthetics is still relatively high-end, which is what is called "sexual frigidity" in modern times.

The handed down objects, especially porcelain, are mostly in pure and elegant colors, and generally speaking, they have a minimalist style.

When it came to his son Emperor Qianlong, it was not the same taste.

The patterns are complicated and the colors are chaotic, and I can't wait to print everything on it. If it is not because of its historical value, it is very valuable, and many people will not appreciate it.

The He family didn't have many valuable treasures. After so many years, this bowl was the only one left in He Daqing's hands.

If it wasn't for his livelihood, He Daqing would not be willing to sell this bowl.

After all, it is an old object from the palace, and it will become more and more valuable in the future.

He Daqing thought about it and sighed deeply.

Alas, there is still no blessing, otherwise I will be reduced to the miserable situation of selling ancestral treasures.

How did he know that this time, Sha Zhu would be so heartless that he wouldn't lend him a penny.

He Yushui hasn't gone to work yet, and he doesn't have much money on him.

The only thing we can do is sell this thing first, and then we can deal with emergencies.

He Daqing carefully put the bowl back into the brocade box and closed the lid.

Just as she was about to tiptoe out, she heard a knock on the wooden door of the vegetable cellar.

He Daqing was startled, how could there be any noise from the vegetable cellar in the middle of the night? !
He quickly put away the flashlight in his hand, squatted sideways and hid behind the pile of debris.

After a while, I saw a figure walking into the vegetable cellar lightly.

He Daqing poked his head out slightly to take a peek, and what he saw was the great master Yi Zhonghai.

After Yi Zhonghai came in, he sat down on the haystack and sighed.

Seeing this, He Daqing thought to himself: I'm afraid that Lao Yi had a quarrel with the aunt, so he came to the vegetable cellar to get some air?

As soon as this naive idea came up, there was another sound at the door of the vegetable cellar, and a young woman in her 20s walked in.

This young woman is Qin Huairu.

When He Daqing left with the White Widow, Shazhu was only 15 years old. At this time, Qin Huairu had not yet married into the Jia family.

So He Daqing didn't recognize her.

But when they appeared in the vegetable cellar at the same time in the middle of the night, no matter how stupid He Daqing was, he understood the relationship between the two.

After he opened his mouth in shock, he quickly covered his mouth with his hand to prevent the two of them from hearing it.

After Yi Zhonghai saw Qin Huairu coming, he lowered his voice and said, "No one saw you?"

"No, don't worry." After Qin Huairu replied, he stretched out his hand directly: "What about this month?"

"Huairu, it's been so long, don't you have any news?" Yi Zhonghai said, taking out money and food stamps from his pocket: "Shazhu's father, He Daqing, is back in the courtyard today. He actually gave birth to a younger brother to Sha Zhu with the White Widow!"

Qin Huairu was startled when he heard this: "What? Shazhu's father?!"

"Yeah, I didn't expect that either. The white widow is over 40, and she can still conceive a child." Yi Zhonghai said while shaking his head regretfully, why has he been silent for a long time? !
As he said that, he glanced at Qin Huairu's lower abdomen several times.

Qin Huairu felt a little restless when he saw him, and couldn't help but say coquettishly: "What are you looking at, it's really too cold today, let's wait until it gets warmer before doing that!"

"Huairu, did you hurt your body during your confinement?" A thought suddenly flashed in Yi Zhonghai's mind.

When Qin Huairu heard this, she was startled, afraid of showing her feet.

So he stepped forward, took the initiative to step forward, hooked the uncle's neck, and put his lips together: "Impossible."

Then, he sealed it with a kiss, sealing the uncle's mouth.

He Daqing, who was hiding behind the pile of debris, squatted for a while, only to feel that his legs were numb, as if there were countless ants crawling on his legs, and it was really itchy.

So I lightly held onto the pile of debris and wanted to stretch my legs and move around.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he moved, the brocade box in his hand wanted to fall to the ground.

He Daqing said badly in his heart, and instinctively stretched out his hand to catch the dropped brocade box.

Without any danger, the brocade box was firmly caught by both hands.

But the person fell to the ground in a posture of rushing to the street.

This pounce was not a small movement, which alarmed the uncle and Qin Huairu.

He Daqing knew that there was no way to hide, so he stood up slowly from behind the pile of debris.

"Hi! How are you!"