Siheyuan: Starting from 1958

Yan Fugui prided himself on being a cultured man, and he didn't want to be targeted by an old hag like Jia Zhang.

So he wouldn't try Sha Zhu's idea.

But the fact that he didn't have any intentions towards Sha Zhu didn't prevent Sha Zhu from mocking this former great uncle.

When Yan Fugui was still the third uncle of the Siheyuan, He Yuzhu looked down on this stingy old man.

Now Yan Fugui is no longer the big boss of the courtyard, but his stinginess problem has not only not been corrected, but has become worse. He Yuzhu looks down on him even more.

Seeing that Yan Fugui's eyes were almost glued to the pork he brought back, he deliberately put it in front of him to show off: "Uncle Yan..."

"Our steel mill distributed a whole pound of pork this year. My pork is at least 50% fat. I plan to go home and make dumplings..."

"What did your school give to the teachers? Show it to me..."

Yan Fugui's face suddenly turned red with shame.

In the past, he often brought up his identity as a teacher and mocked He Yuzhu for being a cook and uneducated.

I didn't expect that this kid would actually go against his will today and use his teacher's identity to mock me.

It is no secret that the school distributes New Year supplies to teachers every year.

Not to mention pork, there wasn't even a towel.

It would be considered good if you could get half a pound of peanuts or half a pound of melon seeds.

Sha Zhu obviously knew this and deliberately used the pork given to him by the steel mill to mock himself.

He said unhappily, "What's there to be proud of?"

"My Jiefang is now a regular worker at the steel mill. You have pork, and he also has pork..."

"Besides, with just this little bit of pork, you don't know who will get it when you get to the middle courtyard. Maybe you and Yushui won't even get to eat a single bite of meat."

"At least we can eat the pork that our family brings back from Jiefang."

"Unlike you, a big fool, who fed everything to others and even had to watch and drool over your own sister."

He Yuzhu got angry when he heard it.

He knew that Yan Fugui was mocking him for being sucked dry by the Jia family and not caring about his sister's affairs.

I don't know where I got the courage from, but I gritted my teeth and answered angrily: "Why should I give the pork I got from the steel mill to others?"

“Today I really don’t believe it.”

"This piece of pork is for my sister and I to eat alone... Uncle Yan, do you dare to bet with me?"

Yan Fugui had long seen through He Yuzhu's servile character. No matter how fierce he was in front of others, as long as Qin Huairu opened her mouth, he would want to give his heart to her.

He immediately thought that this was Sha Zhu giving him a favor, and immediately replied: "How do you want to bet?"

He Yuzhu thought about it for a moment and made a decision: "If I win, you will write couplets for me for free this year."

"If I lose, I'll give you one pound of flour."

"Okay, let's bet..." Yan Fugui answered readily.

Watching He Yuzhu leaving in a hurry, Yan Fugui felt proud. He didn't expect that he could earn a pound and a half of flour for free just by talking to Sha Zhu for a few words.

As for whether he would lose, Yan Fugui never considered it at all.

When I meet Qin Huairu later, if I tell her about Sha Zhu cooking meat at home, she will definitely run to the He family to take away the pork being cooked, and will not leave any for the He brothers and sisters. She will also say: Sha Zhu is too tired from working in the steel mill all day, so Qin will help you.

As for whether the pork can return to He Yuzhu after last night, only God knows.

After a while, the voices of Tang Dashan and Yu Li were heard at the gate of the yard. From the voices, one could tell that they were in a very good mood.

Yan Fugui could also understand. After all, they were a rare dual-income family in the courtyard. The salary they earned in a month was more than what he earned in two months. They also had all kinds of leftovers to bring home, so their life couldn't be better.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Tang Dashan holding two large pieces of fat meat in his hands.

Compared with the pork that He Yuzhu brought back, these two pieces of meat are at least 70% fat, which is a well-deserved good meat. You can't usually buy it in the vegetable market.

I couldn't help swallowing my saliva. I really wanted to go up and say hello to ease the relationship between the two families. After all, their lives were getting better and better, and maybe I could take advantage of them in the future.

As a result, Tang Dashan and his wife never gave him this opportunity.

Without even saying hello, he walked right past Yan Fugui and headed straight for his home, as if he had met a stranger.

Yan Fugui smiled bitterly in his heart. It seemed that Tang Dashan still remembered that Yan Jiecheng had stolen his girlfriend, and he was still feeling a lot of resentment.

Yan Fugui had no choice but to endure this kind of thing, hoping that one day the couple would forget about it.

No one knew how much time had passed before Yan Jiefang finally appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

With a smile on his face and the pork distributed by the steel rolling mill in his hand, he walked towards Yan Fugui in a triumphant manner.

Because he had seen the pork brought back by Tang Dashan and Sha Zhu, and then saw the pork brought back by his own boss, not only did he not show any joy on his face, but he frowned instead.

No matter how bad the pork is, it will still contain 30 to 40 percent fat, which can be used to make oil for cooking.

The pork my son brought back was almost all lean meat. No, there was a tiny bit of fat near the skin, which was less than 10% of the total weight.

If this kind of pork were placed in the vegetable market, I guess no one would be willing to spend money to buy it.

He frowned and couldn't help asking: "Boss, this is the pork you brought back, why is it all lean meat..."

Seeing his father suddenly frown, Yan Jiefang thought something had happened and quickly explained: "Dad..."

“I can’t help it…”

"We line up to get the meat, and we get whatever we get."

"I heard that the pork that the second uncle in the middle courtyard received was worse than mine. If the workshop director hadn't stopped him, he would have almost cursed in the kitchen."

Hearing this, Yan Fugui was filled with disappointment, but there was nothing he could do.

His eldest son was just an ordinary regular worker in a steel rolling mill, and he hadn't even found a master yet. Even Yi Zhonghai, an eighth-level fitter, couldn't influence the distribution of the meat, let alone him, an ordinary worker.

Although the pork the boss brought back didn't have much fat, it was still meat after all.

Thinking of this, Yan Fugui's mood suddenly improved a lot. He took the pork and hurried home, saying as he walked: "Old lady..."

"Jiefang took back the pork that was distributed by the steel mill. I cut half of it and stewed it tonight..."

"Pickle the remaining half with salt and save it for the New Year..."

Wang Dong was the last one to return to the courtyard.

Unlike the workers who carried pork in one hand and a net bag in the other, all his New Year supplies were packed in a snakeskin bag, and no one knew what was inside. He tied it to the back seat of the bicycle and pushed the bicycle back to the east wing of the front yard. (End of this chapter)