Siheyuan: Superb comprehension? All skills are perfect

"Let's retreat quickly."

Realizing they couldn't afford to offend, the two street thugs got up and ran away in shame.

"Comrade, thank you. My name is Zhou Mei." The female comrade expressed her gratitude.

"It's just a trivial matter, don't take it to heart. Be more careful in the future." Lin Xiangdong answered casually.

"You know martial arts, right!" Zhou Mei smiled. As a high school student with a passion for literature, she had read quite a few novels and imagined that the story of a hero saving a woman would happen to her.

"I have never learned Kung Fu." Lin Xiangdong responded.

Even so, seeing how easily Lin Xiangdong dealt with two thugs who were obviously stronger than him, Zhou Mei still refused to believe that he had never learned martial arts.

After a brief conversation, Lin Xiangdong left the scene and continued his daily affairs.

To Lin Xiangdong, this was just a trivial matter and he did not take it to heart.

After the process of teaching the street thugs a lesson, he also had a clearer understanding of his current strength.

Improving your body's functions by two times is no joke.

If he were to learn martial arts, he would definitely be more outstanding, but he is not very interested in it.

......

Zhengyangmen, also known as Qianmen or Qianmen Tower, was originally named Lizhengmen. As the official south gate of Kyoto, it is also one of the nine gates in the city.

This was not the first time Lin Xiangdong had been near Zhengyangmen.

After witnessing the majestic city walls and arrow towers, he couldn't help but recall the memories before he traveled through time and space.

Traveling back in time, he had indeed witnessed the appearance of the Zhengyang Gate; he never thought that he would have the opportunity to see what it looked like decades ago.

Time passes.

Although Zhengyang Gate still stands tall and majestic after decades of time and retains its original grandeur, there are signs of certain changes.

In addition, ** invested a lot of money in the restoration project to protect this precious Zhengyang Gate.

After walking around the entire area around Zhengyangmen, it was already lunch time without us noticing.

He found a place to sit down and rest for a while, then took out two large white loaves of bread from his personal storage bag.

He makes all the bread himself: he adds some sugar after the flour and yeast are fully fermented, so they have a light and sweet taste.

Although these white buns are firmer and not fluffy, they are very filling.

After eating one pancake, Lin Xiangdong no longer felt hungry. If he finished the second one, he would be completely full.

The factory cafeteria may have already opened for meals at this time.

I still have to sign in at the company in the afternoon, but it’s not urgent.

He stayed in front of Zhengyang Gate for another half an hour and then slowly moved towards his unit.

It was nearly 2 o'clock in the afternoon when he showed up at the office.

Everyone in the Propaganda and Education Department was busy with their tasks; they did not raise any objections to his just reporting in at this time - after all, he had just gone out to the suburbs to show a movie the previous night.

After punching in, everything was fine, so he tinkered with the projector again.

With nothing to do, he wandered around the company.

When he was free and bored, his employees happened to be replacing the slogan signs in the company, so he lent a hand to help.

By the time all the slogan signs are replaced, it will be almost time to get off work.

Looking at the various inspiring slogans in the factory, Lin Xiangdong felt a surge of motivation. Many workers were also full of energy and devoted themselves to their work.

Everyone is full of strength, not afraid of difficulties, and willing to silently contribute their strength to the development of the motherland.

This atmosphere gradually had an impact on Lin Xiangdong.

When the bell for the end of get off work rang, Lin Xiangdong left the factory gate.

Just as he was about to ride his bicycle away, Sha Zhu came up from behind and shouted:

"Dongzi, can you take me for a while?" said Shazhu.

Since Lin Xiangdong owns a bicycle, Sha Zhu wants to take a ride with him.

I glanced at Sha Zhu, who was holding two lunch boxes filled with greasy food.

"It's okay to take you with me, but how about you give me a lunch?" Lin Xiangdong said with a smile.

"Don't give me that. I don't even want to ride on your broken bike!" When Sha Zhu heard that Lin Xiangdong wanted his lunch box, his expression changed instantly.

Because the lunch box was to be brought to Qin Huairu, he was unwilling to share some of the food with Lin Xiangdong.

"Is that so? Then please walk back by yourself!" After smiling, Lin Xiangdong ignored Sha Zhu and rode away on his bicycle.

Facing Lin Xiangdong's figure gradually moving away from him, Sha Zhu couldn't help but mutter: "What are you so proud of riding this old bike for? It's really not generous."

In desperation, Sha Zhu could only walk home with the lunch box in his hand.

......

At the gate of the courtyard, the bloated Qin Huairu was already waiting there, just waiting for the lunch box.

In fact, even without Sha Zhu's help, the Jia family would not have starved to poverty, but it would have been impossible for them to have a full meal at every meal.

Thanks to the food sent by Sha Zhu, the Jia family can not only ensure that they have enough to eat at every meal, but also taste meaty food.

It can be seen from Zhang's fair skin and plump figure that she has eaten a lot of good food.

The little boy Xiaodang is still slim, but Dabang has almost turned into a round little fleshy face.

"Lin Dong, you have finished your work for today." Qin Huairu greeted him with a smile when she saw Lin Dong coming.

Looking at Qin Huairu, Lin Xiangdong said calmly: "Sister Qin, it looks like your dog is trying to steal our eggs, don't rush to deny it."

"An egg is not important, but when it comes to children's education, we must be careful and cautious."

"Jia Dongxu still owes me part of the loan. Are you not going to pay me back a penny?"

"I really don't want to say anything too harsh, but I still sincerely hope that your family isn't going too far."

"I have finished what I have to say. Please think about these questions carefully!"

After speaking, Lin Xiangdong pushed his bicycle into the courtyard.

Qin Huairu's mind was in a mess when she heard these words. Lin Xiangdong's words really touched her thoughts.

Regardless of what Qin Huairu felt for the time being, Lin Xiangdong returned to the yard and watched his third uncle and the eldest brother of the courtyard playing chess.

In addition to Lin Xiangdong, several other neighbors were also standing by to watch the fight.

In the courtyard, in the shadow of the old locust tree, Yan Bogui and Yi Zhonghai were moving their chess pieces, and several people were watching their chess duel.

Lin Xiangdong, who had just returned from get off work, also joined in to watch the game between the three old men and the old man in the courtyard.

There is an old saying that a gentleman should abide by the rights of those playing chess, but the crowd of onlookers, except Lin Xiangdong, kept chattering.

Some people offered advice to assist Yan Bugui, while others offered guidance to Yi Zhonghai.

"Old Yi, your move shouldn't be the knight, it should be the chariot!"

"Third Uncle, it's time for your cannon to move forward!"

"Vault the horse, and then let the pawns advance."

"You just wander around, old man Yan."

...

While playing chess, Third Uncle almost got into an argument with someone.

The chess game was not over yet, but Sha Zhu had already returned to the yard.

As for Sha Zhu's lunch box, it is now in Qin Huairu's hands.

Sha Zhu brings the leftover food from the factory back home every day, which inevitably makes people envious, but the fact that he only helps the Jia family causes dissatisfaction among others.

Although the Jia family's life is indeed not easy, other families also have many difficulties.

For example, Third Uncle also wanted to take over Sha Zhu's leftovers, but he did so out of face. Besides, Sha Zhu, Lady Jia and Qin Huairu were not people who were easy to mess with.

It's not a good idea to get out of control because of a little bit of factory leftovers.

Qin Huairu returned home happily with Sha Zhu's food in her hand.

There is no doubt that most of the food that Sha Zhu brought back ended up in Grandmother Jia's stomach.

Despite eating the food brought back by Sha Zhu, Grandmother Jia did not say a word of thanks.

It can be said that the most ungrateful person in this courtyard is Lady Jia.

In Lin Xiangdong's view, Grandmother Jia is the source of disaster for the entire courtyard.

After watching chess for a while, Lin Xiangdong went to the central courtyard and visited Sha Zhu's home.

I walked straight into Shazhu's kitchen and saw that there was half a bottle of soy sauce and a small bag of table salt left.

Since I didn’t have much soy sauce and salt at home, I went to Sha Zhu to get some.

"Lin Xiangdong, what are you doing? You came to get something without telling me? Put it down quickly." Sha Zhu looked angry.

If Qin Huairu or Bangguai took the food, Sha Zhu would smile, but he would be very unhappy with Lin Xiangdong's behavior.

He took out an IOU and handed it to Sha Zhu.

After checking, Sha Zhu recalled that he had borrowed a bottle of soy sauce and 150 grams of salt from Lin Xiangdong a year ago.

"Consider this as interest. Send the things you owe to my house tomorrow morning." Lin Xiangdong was too lazy to say more.

"You still want to charge interest on me?" Sha Zhu said angrily.

However, Lin Xiangdong still returned home with soy sauce and salt.

Before I even got home, the system prompted me that the debt collection had failed.

There is no doubt that it must be Shazhu who tore off the note.

Normally, even though the soy sauce and salt may be returned tomorrow, the strips should not be torn off immediately.

Following the failure of debt collection, the system initiated the process of punishing Sha Zhu.

Over the next 20 hours, Shazhu will lose the ability to taste food.

At the same time, he lost five pounds of soy product coupons and one pound of cooking oil coupons.

In such an age of shortages, various tickets represented purchasing qualifications.

If you don't have the ticket, no amount of money can exchange for the item.

Therefore, it is normal in this era to be unable to purchase items even if you have money.

It was a pleasant thing for Lin Xiangdong to have the right to exchange five pounds of soy products and one pound of cooking oil.

The fact that Shazhu had lost his taste must have frightened him.

For a chef, losing your sense of taste is like the end of the world.

...

Just as Erlang was busy preparing dinner, he suddenly realized that he had lost the ability to taste, which shocked him greatly.

He thought, if he lost his sense of taste, how could he still maintain his exquisite cooking skills? So he tried to drink a sip of vinegar water to try to restore his sense of taste, but he still couldn't sense the taste; he tried to chew ginger and even peppers and onions directly, but still had no taste.

He Yushui asked in confusion: "Brother, what's wrong with your body?"