Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

After a burst of noise, He Yushui walked in front carrying a lunch box full of pickled fish, and He Yuzhu, drunk, staggered out of the Chang family.

Originally, a bottle of Fenjiu was shared by three people, so each person would only get a little over three taels of wine. However, in the middle of the conversation, Guo Huiying mentioned He Yuzhu's important life event, and this guy was scolded by Chang Baichuan. In a depressed mood, he drank most of the wine by himself.

"The rain is back, um, it smells really good, your brother's cooking skills are amazing!"

Yan Fugui looked at the lunch box in He Yushui's hand and sniffed. The smell was really tempting.

"Uncle, I'm going back to do my homework."

He Yushui tightened the lunch box in his hand and ran into the middle courtyard. Yan Fugui's hand stopped in mid-air, not knowing whether to raise it or put it down.

Why are you running? I'm just going to smell it, or at most take a bite, and comment on whether Sha Zhu's cooking skills have improved.

Yan Fugui snorted coldly and was about to go back to the house, but he saw the drunk He Yuzhu walking in. His eyes turned and he hurried over.

"Shazhu, your cooking skills are really good. You are not much worse than the master chef of Hongbinlou."

He Yuzhu stopped, glanced at Yan Fugui, and grinned, "That's right, Third Uncle, you have a keen eye!"

Bah, I just complimented you a few words and you took it seriously.

Yan Fugui smiled and said, "Of course not. It's a pity that Third Master doesn't have the good fortune to eat at Hongbinlou..."

"Hey, it's just Hongbinlou's food, what's so great about it? It's not difficult to eat Hongbinlou's food. I can cook it. If Third Uncle would do me the honor, I'll cook some for you some other day..."

Hey, this fool!

Yan Fugui looked at He Yuzhu's back with a smile on his face, put his hands behind his back, and hummed a little tune.

I heard a commotion outside the city, flags waving in the air, it turned out to be the soldiers sent by Sima...

Chang Zhengyang smiled. This Teacher Yan was really unworthy of being a teacher. He took advantage of every opportunity. But when he thought about it again, he realized that he was much better than the teacher who came decades later.

When Chang Zhengyang was in school in his previous life, if he didn't give gifts to his teachers during festivals, he would be in trouble. Teachers wouldn't beat or scold him, but would just adjust his seat and ignore him.

Since the teacher treats you like this, won’t the students follow suit and ostracize you together?

Even adults can’t stand the cold violence in the workplace, let alone the cold violence on campus.

Otherwise, why do so many people work so hard to take the teacher qualification exam? Do they really think it’s for that little bit of salary?

"Dad, I think we need to stock up on some food."

"What happened?"

Chang Baichuan put down the wood in his hand and turned to look at Chang Zhengyang.

"It's nothing, just prepare for a rainy day. Dad, think about it, the collective canteens in the countryside are being built with all their might, but this is like spending money before it's due. I think they'll be crying in less than half a year."

Chang Zhengyang sneered, Chang Baichuan frowned, thinking of the food in the canteen of Caojiazhuang Brigade, and nodded in agreement.

"You're right. We should have prepared early."

Chang Baichuan lived through turbulent times and had experienced countless famines. Even with money in hand, he could not buy food.

The father and son immediately agreed that Chang Zhengyang would be responsible for this matter. Every night when he came back from Yulong Mountain, he would go to Pigeon Market to exchange some food. There were several large wooden barrels as tall as a person in the cellar of their home, all made by Chang Baichuan. It would be no problem to store several thousand kilograms of food.

There is no need to change to any fine grains, just change to cornmeal, which is not a big deal.

If the current trend continues, food supply will definitely be very tight by the end of this year and before next year's summer grain is on the market. By then, other people will be eating corn flour every day, while you will be eating white flour buns every day. You will be hated so much.

At about eleven o'clock at night, which is often called the midnight hour, Chang Zhengyang opened his eyes, jumped out of bed, put on his clothes, put on his backpack, and quietly left the yard.

In Yanjing these days, except for a few main roads with street lights, the entire city is basically pitch dark.

Chang Zhengyang's figure flashed by like a ghost. It was not daytime and there was no one on the road. He could let go and run freely on the vast land.

The pickled fish for dinner was not enough to fill his stomach. After taking Dan Jin today, he felt that his appetite might have doubled.

He also needs to get some medicinal herbs to replenish his body, otherwise his body will be depleted.

Fortunately, there are still a lot of medicinal herbs in the depths of Yulong Mountain these days. Astragalus and ginseng may not be everywhere, but at least there must be quite a few in those dangerous places.

Others can't go to those places, but he can come and go freely.

Since those old Taoist priests and great monks taught him the true teachings, he had to learn everything there.

Refining the skin, refining the tendons, refining the flesh, and refining the marrow are collectively known as the four major refinements. They must be carried out in parallel. Once started, there is no stopping.

Among the four major refining methods, except for refining marrow, the methods and prescriptions of the other three refining methods are actually not a secret, and the Guo family also has them.

There is an old saying that goes "The poor are good at literature, while the rich are good at martial arts." It costs money to keep fit, and it costs a lot of money. If you are not from a wealthy family, you simply cannot afford it.

Although Grandpa Chang Zhengyang was quite wealthy, his resources were only enough to train one person, so he used all of them on his uncle Chang Zhengyang.

Chang Zhengyang's uncle Guo Shiyao is going to inherit the Guo family. They all use Ming Jin, and even if the second uncle and his brothers join forces, they cannot beat the eldest uncle. The physical fitness of both sides is too different.

This is also why several of Chang Zhengyang's uncles had to join the army, because the family did not have any extra resources for them, and the family property had nothing to do with them, so they could only go out and find their own way.

In fact, this situation was very common in the past. One son would inherit the family business, and the other sons would be given some start-up capital and allowed to find their own way.

Guo Shiyao is now the captain of Guojiazhuang. A big part of the reason why he can become the captain is because Chang Zhengyang's grandfather Guo Quanlin has invested a lot of resources in him.

Do Chang Zhengyang's uncles have any resentment in their hearts? They certainly had it when they were young, but they definitely don't have it now. As long as the eldest brother can control the situation in his hometown, if they fall into trouble outside, they can retreat to Guojiazhuang and wait for the next opportunity.

Chang Zhengyang is now 100% sure that his uncles joined two camps respectively, which must have been instructed by his grandfather.

Betting on both sides has been the way of survival for every prosperous family throughout history!

So what about the Zhang family?

If his grandfather could secretly send his father away, wouldn't anyone else think of this?

So, are there any Zhang family members in high positions or in hiding in Yanjing?

Chang Zhengyang narrowed his eyes slightly. There must be such people. The question is, are they enemies or friends?

Forget it, no matter if he is an enemy or a friend, as long as he is strong enough, he has bargaining chips.

The weak are not qualified to beg for mercy from their enemies!