Siheyuan: I am the Smart Pillar

Jia Dongxu really couldn't stand it anymore. He was a young man and had to save face. His mother looked like she hadn't eaten for ten years. The guests at the same table looked at him, which made Jia Dongxu's face flush. He sighed, walked over and said, "Mom, please be careful, okay? I, your son, have to work in the steel mill, and I have to save face."

Jia Zhang curled her lips, her fat face full of displeasure. When eating, one should eat with big mouthfuls and eat happily. Who are you doing this for? She wanted to say something to her son, but she was too old to say anything more. She could only wipe her mouth with her sleeve and said, "Okay, okay, I'll be a little more civilized, okay? Tomorrow is your wedding banquet with Chunhua, you should go buy some dishes quickly, we need to have seven or eight tables."

Jia Zhang saw today that the eldest son of the Liu family had six tables for his wedding. If her son set up seven tables, wouldn't he be diligent in making money? After thinking about it, she decided to hand the invitations she had made in a hurry to her son and said, "Good son, this is the invitation your mother had someone make last night. While most of the people at the table are still here, quickly distribute the invitations to me."

Jia Dongxu looked at the invitation cards his mother had made, frowned and said, "You are exaggerating. Each family is asked to pay three yuan as a gift. Who would dare to come? Besides, why did you print so many invitation cards? Can't I just notify everyone? Aren't so many invitation cards just a waste?"

Jia Zhang curled her lips and said, "You know shit. The white and red colors are a good time to build relationships. When the time comes, you can invite the director and deputy director of the steel mill to come over, and you will be promoted steadily in the steel mill. I heard that when that bastard Sha Zhu had his wedding, all the big shots in the factory came. If you build good relationships with those big shots, do you still have to worry about not being able to get ahead in the future?"

Jia Dongxu felt that what his mother said made sense. He also felt that if he had a good relationship with the leadership, he, Jia Dongxu, could also become a small official. Isn't this much better than Xu Damao and Shazhu? He nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll ask my master to send these invitations to Director Yang's office. But your invitation is too uncomfortable. There is no need to write the amount of money for the gift on the invitation, right?"

Jia Zhang curled her lips nonchalantly, not caring about her son at all, and said, "What do you know? Don't you two have to spend money after you get married? We are having a wedding banquet tomorrow, doesn't it cost money to have a wedding banquet? My dear son, I have to tell you that you have to be frugal in life. If you don't live frugally, what are you going to do in the future?"

Jia Zhang's old face was full of worry about her son's future life, which moved Jia Dongxu beside her. As the saying goes, anyone in this world will lie to you, but your mother will not lie to you. Jia Dongxu nodded solemnly and said, "Mom, you are so good to me. I will definitely be filial to you in the future and will definitely take care of you in your old age."

Jia Zhang smiled. Her son was really too simple. It was better for her son to be a little stupid. Then he could save more money for retirement and go out to eat roast chicken more often every month. As for being open-hearted to her son, Jia Zhang had no such idea at all.

When she got married and moved to the city, she learned the saying that if a person does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. She felt that this saying was really true. If a person does not eat and drink well, then it is equivalent to coming to this world in vain. Even after the old Jia died, Jia Zhang would secretly use her body to exchange some money with those old bachelors and secretly go out to eat some delicious food.

Her husband was a hard-working man in his hometown, but so what? Old Jia had suffered all his life, but what did he get in return? He was reluctant to eat and drink, but he still died in the end. Jia Zhang must not follow the old path of her husband. She must eat and drink well, otherwise she will regret it after she dies.

Liu Guangqi's wedding banquet was coming to an end, and some guests also said goodbye. Jia Dongxu thought for a while and said, "Well, mother, you asked me to find a chef to cook for me. Have you found that chef? Or we should ask Sha Zhuzi to help us be the chef."

When she heard what her son said, veins appeared on Jia Zhang's old face. He was sent to prison by He Yuzhu a few days ago, and he is now in a bad mood? When she heard this, Jia Zhang said with displeasure, "No, who is this Shazhu? How can she be the chef for my son's wedding banquet? I know a chef who can be the chef. Mother, I will go find him myself."

Jia Dongxu was stunned at first, then said in surprise, "You old man also know a chef? How come I don't know this?" Jia Zhang curled her lips and said unhappily, "You kid, who does your mother know? Can I still report to you? Don't worry, I will find a chef for you right now. I guarantee it will be much cheaper than what Sha Zhu asked for."

When Jia Dongxu heard that the money was much cheaper than the price he paid, he became happy. But knowing that his mother liked to make trouble, Jia Dongxu pleaded, "Tomorrow is your son's big day, you can't make trouble." Jia Zhang glared at her son and said, "What are you talking about? I, your mother, have never made trouble. It's too much. Okay, okay, I'll ask him now and let him cook for you tomorrow."

After Jia Zhang finished the last piece of meat on the plate, she clapped her hands and walked away. Seeing her mother doing things for her, she thought it would be better to have an old lady to help her. But she always felt uneasy in her heart, and she didn't know why.

Yi Zhonghai walked over with his hands behind his back, looked at his obedient disciple's absent-minded look and asked, "Dongxu, what are you doing? Is that an invitation for tomorrow in your hand?" Yi Zhonghai took an invitation from Jia Dongxu's hand, took a look at it, and his face immediately turned black.

Pointing at the words above with his left hand, he said, "These words above, these ideas above, are they your idea or your mother's? This is the first time I've heard that when sending an invitation to someone, the amount of money required for a gift must be written on it. Isn't this nonsense?"