Siheyuan: Starting from Building a Village

At the same time, at Yi Zhonghai's house, Sha Zhu was also busy cooking.

In view of Jia Zhang's performance at the dinner last year, Jia Dongxu had no intention of bringing her along this time, so when he returned home, he specially left three pounds of pork belly and cut the pork lungs and liver in half for Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu to eat at home with the banggeng to avoid doing anything embarrassing later.

"Dongxu, you should be more frugal with this money. Huairu is about to give birth again, and there will be many more times when you need money."

Yi Zhonghai has been feeling very proud of himself recently, as he has an eighth-level worker assessment in May, and he is quite confident in his skills; Jia Dongxu is also becoming more and more satisfying to him, and he thinks of him every time he buys meat.

"Master, don't worry, I know what's going on."

In fact, Jia Dongxu was also annoyed by Yi Zhonghai's nagging. Every time he kept repeating the same few words, such as saving more money, not spending lavishly, etc. However, in order to inherit Yi Zhonghai's family business in the future, Jia Dongxu had to endure it.

"It's good that you know the answer. By the way, Dongxu, what kind of business do you do?"

Although Jia Dongxu has become more and more stable, Yi Zhonghai is still somewhat worried. Doing business in the black market these days is no different from walking on the edge of a knife.

If you are not careful, it may be okay if the money and goods are lost, but if you lose people, you will lose everything.

"Master, didn't I tell you that my brother Hao brought back some local specialties from the south? Let's help sell them on the black market."

Jia Dongxu just talks nonsense without thinking.

This was the excuse he came up with after much thought. He didn't dare say that the money was obtained through gambling or theft.

"Dongxu, where is your good brother from?"

"Master, I have never asked this question before."

"Dongxu, do you trust him so much without asking?"

"Master, the old saying is right, a hero's origin does not matter. As long as a person is righteous, he is worthy of trust."

"Dongxu, you should be more careful, or you will be fooled by others."

"Master, what do you mean? Are you doubting my brother Hao?"

"I'm not doubting you, I'm asking you to be careful."

What Yi Zhonghai didn't know was that Jia Dongxu had always had an eye on someone, but this eye was reserved for Yi Zhonghai.

"It's okay. I believe in Brother Hao."

"Dongxu, just like you said, your good brother gave you all the money he earned. Why is that?"

No one can understand this except the person involved. Someone takes you to make money, but he doesn't want the money himself and gives it all to his subordinates. Are there such people in the world?

Yi Zhonghai really didn't believe it, which was why he was a little worried.

"Master, I'll tell you the truth. My brother Hao won't live much longer."

Speaking of this, Jia Dongxu felt a little depressed.

"What's going on? Are you sick? That doesn't make sense. If you're sick, you'll need more money."

After hearing this, Yi Zhonghai became even more confused.

"It's not a disease, it's fate."

"Life?"

"Yes, it's fate. It's my brother Hao who has a bad fate."

"What's wrong?"

"Last year, an old god told my brother Hao that he would not live past 25."

"this.."

Yi Zhonghai didn't know what to say.

You may call fortune-telling superstition, but it has been passed down for thousands of years.

You said it was not superstition, he really met a master who was very accurate in his prediction. Yi Zhonghai clearly remembered that the master he met told him to adopt a child as soon as possible, because he was destined to be childless in this life. He was so angry that he beat up the master.

Looking back now, the master's prediction was damn accurate, but he just didn't want to admit it deep down.

"So how old is he this year?"

"24."

"Ah! Only one year left."

"No, Master has less than a month left."

"Didn't they say this year is the 24th?"

"My brother Hao's birthday is in mid-May. After his birthday he will be 25. The old god said that he can only live to see his 25th birthday."

"What if it's not allowed?"

"We also said so, but Brother Hao firmly believed it."

"What makes him believe it so?"

"According to Brother Hao, he had never seen the old immortal before, but he was able to calculate how many people there were in Brother Hao's family, how many boys and how many girls, and how old they were. He calculated it clearly."

"Is he really that amazing?"

"No god. Why is he called the old god?"

"Where is that old immortal now?"

"It seems that he has no fixed place to stay and is traveling around the world."

Wow, Yi Zhonghai said wow, the more he looks like a liar, and he’s an old liar.

"So, your good brother really didn't leave a penny except for food and drink?"

"I really didn't keep any. The money was divided in front of us."

"Dongxu, have you really met the noble person in your life?"

"Master, what do you mean by 'it's impossible'? I should say that if Brother Hao hadn't led us to earn money, how would I have the money to buy meat?"

Yi Zhonghai is numb now. The so-called old immortal looks like a liar no matter how you look at him. The Big Brother Hao mentioned by Jia Dongxu is actually a good person. Am I really overthinking it?

"Dongxu, has your good brother been doing business in the black market?"

"No, I just started doing it recently."

"what?"

Yi Zhonghai's heart skipped a beat. Could this so-called good brother also be a liar?

"Brother Hao said that we hit it off right away. He wants to make a lot of money with his brothers before he dies, so that we who are still alive will have no worries about food and clothing in the future."

"What a good brother!"

"Master, you're already drunk even though you haven't even started drinking yet. I've been talking about Brother Hao."

"Yes, yes, you are a good brother."

Yi Zhonghai took a sip of water to moisten his throat. When he wanted to continue talking about his good brother, a burst of fragrance hit him in the face. It was the smell of braised pork coming out of the pot.

Yi Zhonghai smacked his lips and said subconsciously, "It smells good, really good."

"You know what, Sha Zhu's cooking skills are amazing."

Jia Dongxu gave a thumbs up to Sha Zhu in his heart. The timing of serving the braised pork was perfect.

He was really afraid that during the conversation, Yi Zhonghai would suggest going to the black market one day. Then he would be finished. No wonder people say: One lie requires more lies to cover it up.

"Master, what level of chef is Sha Zhu now?"

"It seems to be level ten."

“I feel a little low.”

"It is indeed low, but who can blame Sha Zhu for his mouth? He offends people as soon as he opens his mouth. He also has a bad temper and never submits to anyone."

When talking about Shazhu Yi Zhonghai, he was relieved. Fortunately, he was just a spare tire for retirement. Otherwise, who would take care of whom in the future? With Shazhu's temper, if he didn't have good skills, he would have been transferred to sweep the toilet long ago.