The old Chinese doctor in the courtyard

Chapter 95
Looking at the white sheep intestines rolling in the pot, Li Shengli was also thinking about his future diet.

I can eat enough recently, and my strength from starvation is slowly picking up. Although the limit is not high, it is better than having no power to restrain the chicken.

There are meat tickets for pork, and occasionally you can buy half a catty, but beef and mutton are out of the question. Before the Li family gets a ticket, the meat will be gone long ago.

Rabbits and pheasants are good if you want to supplement your body's needs, but the Zhao family in Wali is not a big family, so it's not good to say that they make these every day.

Ma Dianji, the brother of Zhao's sister-in-law Ma Fenglan, and the cousin of Zhao Youfang and others, is a good way.

This time I saved him and formed a good relationship. Maybe I can build a channel that can supply the head and hoof for a long time.

Thinking of this, Li Shengli also had the idea of ​​building a house in Wali. He always lived in Zhao's house. After a long time, it would affect the friendship between the two families.

After adding firewood to the briquette stove twice and digging out ashes once, my mother Han Jinhua returned home with joy.

"The firewood doesn't cost money? So much for it?"

After entering the house, seeing that the firewood was used too much, Han Jinhua immediately put away the joy on her face, and raised her voice to reprimand her eldest son.

Using a briquette stove to burn firewood already burns fast, but it burns faster if you fill it up too much. Firewood costs money, and when it comes to wasting money, it's no wonder Han Jinhua has good things to say.

Looking at the firewood ashes in front of his feet, Li Shengli resolutely did not make any excuses, but just smiled embarrassingly.

"Zhao Sanni, the director of the neighborhood committee, is very talkative this time, and left 30 yuan for our family, saying that it was more than refund and less compensation, and the gate was also repaired.

She also agreed to change the house deed on the street, which is a good idea. "

After worrying about a few cents of firewood, Han Jinhua didn't care about the 30 yuan left in the neighborhood committee at all, and rarely praised Li Shengli.

"The main reason is that Mom, you are quick and easy.

We need to keep an eye on this matter, the sooner the better, don't worry about the difficulty of doing masonry work in winter, let Director Zhao buy cement to build walls. "

Seeing that his mother looked good, Li Shengli still took a small pat before expressing his thoughts.

"Listen, did you put something in the pot?

What's wrong with the taste? "

Nodding in agreement with the elder son's statement, Han Jinhua didn't feel sorry for the cement, it was nothing more than her own house, and she didn't feel sorry for using good things.

The smell of mutton in the room had diminished, which also attracted her attention. Fearing that the eldest son would spoil a pot of good meat, Han Jinhua's eyebrows were raised again.

"Put a bag of medicinal materials, to invigorate Qi."

Looking at the moody mother, Li Shengli hurriedly got up and gave up his seat. He will be fine in the future, so he should talk less to Lao Han. This temper is too bad.

"Don't be so lavish that you don't know what your last name is..."

After admonishing her son, Han Jinhua stepped forward to look at the haggis in the pot, and saw that the smell of the medicinal materials was not very strong, so she sat down with peace of mind.

Han Jinhua read the pot, and Li Shengli read the book. When he got off work in the afternoon, he put down the medical book in his hand, took the prepared things, and went to the concierge.

The concierge with windows on three sides was a bit cold. After setting things up, Li Shengli deliberately left the outer door open.

In case it wasn't Father Li who opened the door, someone broke into the door of the boss of Yan's family opposite, and Mrs. Yan's daughter-in-law Yu Li hasn't worked yet. If she was at home and someone broke into the door, it would be unclear.

As soon as Li Shengli tidied up the house, a black cotton shoe pushed open the door.

"Yo... Shengli, is this going to open in the courtyard?"

In the courtyard, there is no one else but Shazhu who is so generous. This guy is also a bastard who remembers eating but not beating. He forgot how he lay down on the ground last time.

"Brother Zhu, it's quite early to come back, what delicious food did you bring?
Hurry up and honor Widow Qin..."

Li Shengli didn't call Sha Zhu directly, he maintained the most basic courtesy, but he didn't have anything good to say about Sha Zhu who broke through the door.

Hearing Li Shengli's ridicule, Shazhu's face just froze, and the matter was over.

Turning around to look at the furnishings in the room, the furniture and everything are old, not very eye-catching, but the things on the small painting table aroused Sha Zhu's interest.

"Success!
All the good things for visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year were brought out.

tsk...

The sheep’s intestines are not bad, the wine is so-so, there is no ticket for [-] cents in the supply and marketing cooperative, and it’s like a headache after drinking it..."

Seeing that Shazhu was very familiar with it, he picked up a piece of lamb intestines and threw it into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, drank a glass of wine, and made a comment.

Li Shengli was not bored either, he just nodded with a smile, cut some cooked food and prepared shochu, which is the way of hospitality.

Although Shazhu said he was generous, he was just a guest when he entered the door, so there was no need to speak harshly.

Although this guy was attached to by Widow Qin, he is also a bully in the courtyard. It's hard to say who wants to take advantage of the other.

It's just that this grandson had a mother but no father to raise him, and he learned the cooking skills passed down from his family, but he didn't learn the tricks, so he was eaten to death by Widow Qin.

If Shazhu could be half as treacherous as Xu Damao, it would be bad luck for Widow Qin's family.

Of course, the silly Zhu, who lacks ingenuity, is the best candidate for the elderly for the elder Yi Zhonghai.

If Sha Zhu was covered in eyes like Xu Damao, I'm afraid Lao Yi would be gnawed old.

"Brother Zhu, sit down for a while?
Later my dad brought some workers from the factory over to have a look at the waist and talk together. "

They live together in the big courtyard, and there is some kind of neighborly relationship. Although the mother in the family is not recruited by the neighbors, Father Li works in the rolling mill after all.

Most of the people in the courtyard are workers from the rolling mill, even if they really don't want to get close to them, they still have to do some superficial work.

"I said so!

The good stuff for the new year is all ready.

Come on, lamb intestines and tripe are good food and drink.

I drank here tonight..."

Hearing Li Shengli said to look at the waist, Sha Zhu froze again, but he still didn't care much, and directly put the lunch box in his net pocket on the small painting table.

Open one, it's full, half of it is spicy stir-fried tripe, half should be braised beef tendon or something.

"Brother Zhu, this is a delicious dish, you'd better take it home and eat it yourself."

Li Shengli has not been so vulgar for being a bachelor and holding on to a family, and he has no ill feeling towards the unscrupulous idiot.

Although the silly Zhu with incomplete mind is not among the good people, he is not completely a bad person.

Eat the lunch box he brought back and let the people in the courtyard know that there is absolutely nothing good to say. The Li family is different from the Jia family and the He family. It is a healthy family.

Being too close to a bachelor is not in line with Li Shengli's original intention. This is a job to gain prestige for Father Li, so it is not good to mix in some miscellaneous things.

"Say what?

This is called meeting by chance.

Hey... Grandpa, please stay.

Shengli has prepared wine here. Later, someone from the factory will come over to look at the waist, let's have a drink or two, and chat? "

Talking, did not delay the stupid old man who watched all directions and listened to all directions. The uncle who lived a relatively simple life was stopped by him as soon as he entered the porch.

When Lao Yi came, we didn't have to talk about the lunch box. Li Shengli smiled at Lao Yi, and the other side naturally opened his mouth.

"Victory is here!
I've also heard that your dad's waist is healed, and the burden on the family will be lightened.

You kid, you are really good. "

Yi Zhonghai, who had been holding it in the courtyard, was not as muddled as Shazhu, and he just broke through the door. Instead, he stood in the porch and greeted Li Shengli.

"Master, thank you for your compliment, come in and have a drink?"

Just like treating Sha Zhu, Li Shengli also maintained the courtesy he should have towards Lao Yi.

As for what Lao Yi thinks in his heart, that's his business, he can't be forced to play truth or dare, right?

"Master Yi is here, come in and sit down, if you stand still, the porch will be blocked."

Yi Zhonghai didn't like to see Li Shengli, who had a heart for the city, and it was difficult to manage people with a lot of heart, whether it was in the factory or in the courtyard, it was the same.

Just when he was about to decline Li Shengli's invitation, Father Li led a few workers and stood behind him.

"Xiao Li is back, you have given birth to a good son, and you can start a family at a young age.

I also learned the craft by myself. My waist is also tense when it is windy and rainy. Let Sheng Sheng show me later. "

He greeted Mr. Li, and nodded to the workers behind him. Old Yi was very stable with the restraint of an eighth-level master craftsman.

At the same time, he did not forget to show the harmony in the courtyard in front of people, and sacrificed himself to Li Shengli.

Hearing Yi Zhonghai's praise, Father Li also had a joyful face, and with his waist and arms supported, he invited Lao Yi into the room.

In the rolling mill, the real prestige is not the factory director or workshop director, but a master craftsman like Yi Zhonghai.

As long as human nature remains the same, the whole factory must respect it.

After entering the room, Lao Yi scanned it, and instead of sitting on the Luohan bed, he sat on the official hat chair at the top, and the calculation in his heart was still accurate.

"Uncles and uncles, sit down and have a drink.

Just now, Master He added beef tendon and tripe, which is just right to relieve fatigue first with food and wine.

Wine can unblock the meridians, invigorate qi and blood, and is a ready-made blind medicine. "

With Sha Zhuzhang, the temporary hospital has also become a tavern, and most of the workers, old or new, enjoy a good drink.

Li Shengli took advantage of the trend and placed the teacups and small bowls in the bamboo basket on the small picture table one by one, opened the imported Albanian cigarettes, and served as a servant at the wine bureau.

As for using teacups and small bowls as wine glasses, there is no way. Now ordinary families do not know how to prepare tableware for banquets.

Apart from these small belongings, the only thing left in the Li family is the sea bowl, which is not Water Margin, and the wine jar is filled with shochu, if you drink the shochu from the sea bowl, you may die from drinking it.

Li Shengli has no experience in serving the wine bureau, but there is nothing he can do. In terms of seniority, except for a fool, he is the youngest.

Shazhu is still wearing the halo of the master chef in the cafeteria, so he has to serve the wine bureau by himself.

At this time, not to mention dishes such as sheep intestines and tripe, as long as there is wine, even a rusty nail can make people drink high.

"You're a child, and you've drank less, so let me do it!"

After receiving the cigarette roll from Li Shengli, seeing that he was not pouring the wine very neatly, Sha Zhu had a good look, and reached out to take the ten-jin wine jar.

There was wine, meat, and cigarettes. The rolling mill workers who came back with Mr. Li naturally did whatever they wanted, drinking as soon as they sat down.

As for the situation of healing the wound and changing the wine, Father Li is happy to see it succeed.

Although today's life is simple, it is not easy, and it is somewhat depressing.

Workmates and masters can get together to drink, even if they drink their own wine, Father Li is also full of joy.

After drinking a glass of wine and squinting at his eldest son, Father Li's face soon turned red.

With the big teapot of Shazhu, the second and third uncles who were also off work were also drawn into the drinking game.

Li Shengli also doesn't care about the drinking situation, whether it is helping the workers to heal their injuries, or participating in the current drinking situation.

It's nothing more than giving old man Li a sense of presence. Since the result is the same, the method doesn't matter.

After giving in, Li Shengli, a junior, was not blocked from the wine game. Old Yi was in charge of serving the wine, and he also had an extra small bowl in his hand.

Li Shengli frowned as he sipped a little of the loose wine in the bowl with his empty mouth. The silly mouth was quite tricky, and the taste of loose wine was really not good.

The wine in my mouth is spicy and bitter, and it will be [-] to [-] degrees. Although the taste is not very good, the taste of distiller's grains is still there, and it is not a blended alcoholic wine.

After thinking about it for a while, Li Shengli was relieved. Now the focus is on heavy industry. Even if there is industrially produced alcohol, it will not be used to blend it into wine.

Because there were fewer chopsticks, the drinkers moved their hands directly. Although the family didn't see much meat, everyone was very restrained when taking food and wine.

A mouthful of sheep intestines, no matter what, has to make do with a glass of wine.

Li Shengli also imitated them and picked up a piece of sheep intestines, trying to suppress the bitter smell of alcohol in his mouth.

It's just that after the entrance, the lamb intestines are saltier than the pickles at home. I don't know if my mother is afraid of being bad or that the taste will be weak, so I will be eaten all at once.

With this level of saltiness, three glasses of wine with one mouthful of intestines is enough.

(End of this chapter)