Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 1357

When he was almost at the courtyard, Zhang Yu found a dead end and took out the things he wanted to take home from the system.

There was little fresh pork at this time of year, so in order not to attract attention, he took out two pieces of bacon, each weighing about 5 jin, two jins of sausages, about ten pieces, and two old hens.

Zhang Yuzhi took out these two chickens. He could say that he was too impressed by the scene that Xu Damao created when he watched the TV series before.

These cured meats were made by the villagers when they slaughtered pigs before the New Year, and have been preserved until now.

Because I need money.

Maybe it was because he needed to grow taller during this period, he always felt cramps in his legs recently, so he took out another small bucket of milk. There were many people in the family, so they would definitely finish it within a day. After the milk was finished, the bucket could still be used to store other things.

Zhang Yu returned home with lots of bags in satisfaction. This purchasing mission finally gave him a reason to subsidize his family.

If someone asks you, just say that you found someone to exchange items with in the countryside. The inspections are not so strict nowadays, and exchanging items is still allowed.

"Aunt, I'm back."

The door was not closed. The girl was sitting at the door waiting for him. She stood up quickly when she saw him.

"Where have you been? Why are you back so late?" Zhang Guifang felt relieved when she saw her nephew coming back.

"Auntie, Angkor Wu took me to the countryside today to participate in a purchasing mission. Because time was tight, I didn't have time to tell you."

"You've only been on the job for a few days, why are you already out shopping?"

"This time the purchase task is relatively simple, so Wu Ge wants to take me to see and learn." Zhang Yu said, and then handed the things in his hand to Zhang Guifang: "Auntie, please take the things in my hand."

Looking at his large and small bags, and the two cages in his hands, he asked: "What are you carrying? So many?"

"After completing today's purchasing task, since it was still early, Wu Ge and the others went to find someone to exchange things. I thought I had nothing to do anyway, so I went along with them. This is what I gained today." Zhang Yu said as he showed the things in his hand to Zhang Guifang.

When Zhang Guifang saw something sticking out of his hand, she quickly pulled him and the thing in his hand into the room, then quickly closed the door.

Just now he breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked in disbelief: "You bought these?"

"Of course, aunt, look how good these two pieces of bacon and sausage look. They only smell fragrant, without any other smell." As he said this, he held the bacon in his hand and put it to Zhang Guifang's nose.

Zhang Guifang smelled it carefully and only smelled the aroma of meat and star anise. You have to know that knowledge was not circulated well in that era. Unlike later generations with the Internet, a lot of knowledge would be circulated on the Internet, which led people in later generations to think that this knowledge was nothing big.

In this day and age, secret recipes are still taken very seriously. Many secret recipes are passed down among men but not among women, or among insiders but not outsiders. People would rather let the recipe be lost than spread casually.

In many places, the method of pickling cured meat is usually very simple, just applying salt and hanging it, so there will always be some poorly pickled cured meat that smells a bit strange.

The young girl touched and touched everything Zhang Yu brought back, wondering where it went.

The two hens received the best treatment. My aunt urged my uncle to nail a chicken coop with wooden boards overnight, and used old bowls that he had been reluctant to throw away as food bowls for them. Zhao Wenzhuo was a little exaggerated at first, but when he saw the two eggs picked up from the coop the next day, he thought it was really delicious!
Only half of the bacon and sausage were left, and the rest was prepared to be used for the housewarming banquet, which several families planned to host together.

I was still worrying about what dishes to cook, but now, not only do I have the main dish, but I can also make a few meat dishes.

As for the milk she brought back, Zhang Guifang was reluctant to give it away, and instead shared it with Zhang Yu and the other children.

In Zhang Guifang's eyes, milk is a good thing.

Since the supply has been reduced, the milk available on the streets has often been intermittent and the quantity is much less than before.

Zhang Guifang originally wanted to leave some more for her nephew as he was in poor health, but Zhang Yu refused on the grounds that it was hot now and the drink would be unavailable if left until tomorrow.

In order to avoid waste, several people drank milk until they were full, and then held their stomachs with great enjoyment, discussing how to make house-warming wine, how many people to invite, how many dishes to cook, who to invite and who not to invite.

Zhang Yu happened to have a day off tomorrow, so he also joined in. He put forward his own opinions on which chef to invite to cook.

"Aunt, I heard that He Yuzhu from the next yard has graduated and is now working as a chef in the canteen of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. Otherwise, go find him." Get in touch with him more and have a good relationship with him. Then you can ask some questions, such as how is his relationship with the people in their yard, who might be jealous of him, who might frame him...

"He Yuzhu, who is that?"

"He's the one who lives in the main house in the next yard, and he lives with a girl." Zhang Yu reminded.

"Oh, you mean Shazhu? I'm so used to hearing Shazhu that I can't react to your name all of a sudden."

Zhang Guifang patted his forehead and continued, "I only know that his father He Daqing is a good cook, especially the Tan family dishes, but I don't know how much he has learned?"

"I think it's okay. I've eaten his cooking a few times in the cafeteria and it tastes pretty good." Zhang Yu is still very confident in He Yuzhu's cooking skills.

"Okay, I'll go to the next yard and ask him if he'll take the job."

After discussing the warm-house banquet, Zhang Yu turned the topic to the courtyard next door. To be honest, he was always curious about the courtyard next door.

"Aunt, I always feel that something is strange in the courtyard next door. Can you tell me about it?"

"You are still young, why are you asking about this?" Looking at several pairs of expectant eyes, Zhang Guifang sighed: "Forget it, you are old enough to take charge of your own affairs. It's better to tell you a little, so as not to be plotted against. However, there are some things that you are not allowed to tell others casually after knowing them."

"We promise not to tell anyone, so please tell us quickly, aunt." In order to please Zhang Guifang, they brewed a pot of tea and brought it to her.

"In fact, only a few old neighbors who have lived here for a long time know about this. Take Sha Zhu for example. Why did his father run away in the first place? If he really liked the White Widow, why didn't he just marry her? Why did he run away with her to Baocheng?"

Zhang Guifang took a sip of water and continued, "You should know that Tan's cuisine is one of the official dishes. Tan's cuisine is the family banquet of Tan Zongjun, a bureaucrat in the late Qing Dynasty. Because he was the second runner-up in the second year of Tongzhi, it is also called "second runner-up cuisine." Most of the ingredients are very precious and ordinary people can't afford it. Think about it, did the Qing Dynasty only prepare banquets for ordinary people before the founding of the country?

If he didn't just do it for ordinary people, then who would he do it for? So before the classification, he ran away with the widow, leaving a good class for He Yuzhu. "

“The several uncles in the courtyard were set up by the subdistrict office and various courtyards when police resources were insufficient in the early years.

Initially, it was to prevent enemy spies. At that time, anyone who walked around would be stopped and questioned. Inside the compound, people would often meet each other, so it was more convenient to have a manager in each compound.
Some trivial family matters can be resolved in the court, saving police force.

After that, I stayed, but the people in the next courtyard were a little bit special." Thinking of some strange things that happened in the next courtyard in recent years, Zhang Guifang's eyes were full of strangeness. "The most troublesome family is still the Jia family. After her husband died in an accident, Jia Zhang organized a group of people to go to the factory to make trouble.

In order to save face, the factory not only paid compensation, but also kept the job for Jia Dongxu. But in fact, the man from the Jia family did not die in the line of duty. He died because he took a private job halfway through.

His original job was also taken over from his uncle's family. After his uncle got into trouble, the children in the family were young, so Jia Dongxu's father had to take over.

Before the succession, it was agreed that the child would be allowed to go back when he was old enough, but as you can see, now it has become Jia Dongxu who takes over. His uncle's child has come to make trouble several times, and in the end the factory coordinated and gave another branch a quota to suppress the matter. "

Zhang Yu listened to a lot of past events and his mind was absorbed by them. He quickly ate some noodles, washed up and went to bed.

Lying in bed and thinking about what my aunt said, it was really an eye-opener.

When I watched the TV in the past, I just felt that something was wrong with Love in the Courtyard, but I didn’t expect that there were so many unknown things hidden in it.

Especially the affairs of the Jia family, which broadened his horizons. Logically speaking, after Jia's father passed away, because Jia Dongxu was still young, the street had arranged manual work for Jia Zhang, and she could earn at least ten yuan a month.

But she refused to do that. She always dragged her feet when submitting work, and the quality was not good. Gradually, she stopped taking work. The vacant work was naturally assigned to people who needed it more.

What puzzled him in the original drama was that Jia Zhangshi was not a city resident. You know, when the plot began, she had been living in the city for many years.

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It is impossible that he had never had the opportunity to transfer to a city household registration for so many years. Now he knows part of the reason.

It turned out that from 1949 to 1953, rural households would be allocated land, and each person on the household registration would get a piece of land. In order to take advantage of this, the Jia family gave up on transferring their household registration to a urban household registration. At that time, only Jia's father transferred his household registration.

Later, the rural areas implemented the public system, where the working people collectively owned and operated the land. The Jia family received food from the rural areas, but in the final analysis, they were too lazy to participate in the labor.

However, food rationing was implemented for urban residents, and only one person in the Jia family could receive food. At this time, it was impossible to make the switch.

What made him even more surprised was that many people had the impression that an old man was just that, but as far as he knew, an eighth-level fitter was a very powerful person nowadays.

When he graduated later, he wrote a paper entitled "On How Great Is an Eighth-Level Fitter", so he had a relatively clear understanding of the status of an eighth-level fitter.

When he looked up information, he found that before the 90s, there were not many people with the title of eighth-level fitter.

It was not until the 90s that a large number of level fitters emerged.

This was related to the country's economic policy at the time. In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the classification method was learned from the former Soviet Union. An eighth-level fitter represented a national technical elite.

Moreover, this line of work requires the most hard work and talent. Most people may not be able to reach this level even if they work hard for decades.

And now, through his work in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill in the past few days, he found that being an ordinary fitter is already a very decent and enviable job.

Take the grain ration as an example. The general ration is 23 kilograms for residents, 26 kilograms for cadres, and 32 kilograms for middle school students. However, the basic ration for fitters at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill can reach 45 kilograms of processed grain.

All signs indicate that being a fitter in this era was a very remarkable job.

On the basis of ordinary benchwork, the eighth-level fitter must master the machining properties and cutting properties of various metal materials and the production and repair of various cutting tools.

In the days before computers, people could solve practical problems with their brains, hands, hammers, wrenches, vises, hacksaws, and files.

The manufacture of my country's first generation submarine, first missile, first atomic bomb and first space satellite all depended on the hard work of the eighth-level workers.

You know, in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the eighth-level fitter rubbed the atomic bomb with his hands. The best eighth-level fitter, Senior Li, loaded the uranium ball into the atomic bomb.

In addition, the salary of a level 108 worker is also enviable, 1 yuan per month, which is several times that of a level worker.

With the status of an 8th-level fitter, he is a big shot and cannot be the kind of villain that some people describe.

As he thought about it, with a hint of doubt, Zhang Yu slowly fell asleep. If he couldn't figure out something, he would just leave it to time to solve it.

"The system starts signing in today."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for signing in successfully. You have received two yuan in cash and fifty meters of oil paper."

When Zhang Yu saw the oil paper he got for signing in, he immediately thought of its use.

He didn't know whether there were plastic sheets now, so he didn't dare take out the plastic sheets used for signing in in the past. Now that he has oil paper, he can grow vegetables in winter.

I took it out and looked at it. It is very fold-resistant, has good waterproof performance and light transmittance.

He planned to build the edge of the flower bed with earth bricks to a height of about 1 meter in late autumn, insert some bamboo on it, and cover it with two layers of oil paper.

Then, put a layer of felt made of straw on top of the oil paper, and you will have a simple greenhouse.

In winter, it would be best to plant some cold-resistant vegetables such as leeks.

Before he could finish his thoughts, there was a knock on the door. He Yuzhu came early in the morning to check what dishes were available at home and planned the menu in advance based on the vegetables and meat available.

"Brother Yuzhu, drink some water."

"I'm not thirsty. I came here after breakfast. You don't have to be busy, Xiaoyu. I came here to see in advance what dishes you have prepared. Let's discuss what dishes to cook?" He Yuzhu stopped Zhang Yu's hand from holding the cup.

"Brother Yuzhu, I don't know much about this. Today, I'll leave it up to you to make the decision."

He Yuzhu was very happy about the trust of Zhang Yu's family. He patted his chest and said, "Brother Xiaoyu, don't worry, I will definitely use my best skills and will never lose your face." It has been a long time since He Daqing left.

Many people think he is too young and don't believe in his skills and experience. He must make a name for himself today.

The warm-house banquet was successfully completed with the cooperation of He Yuzhu.

People present gifts based on the quality of their relationship, and Uncle Zhao records them at the door.