Siheyuan, Shazhu: I have both parents in this life

Chapter 151 This is what I'm best at!

They still couldn't see anything clearly. Mikhailovich said in frustration, "How could we forget to bring the binoculars? What did he just shoot? Did you see it?"

The crowd shook their heads.

"Let's wait for him to come back. I didn't expect He to be able to drive. I heard that there are very few cars in their country, and even fewer people who can drive."

"You said the other day that they couldn't hold their liquor, but we ended up having to be carried home," one person teased.

"Ah, hahaha, my mistake, my mistake. Who knew such a freak would appear? I've already called for enough people."

As they were talking, He Yuzhu's car drove back. The group quickly gathered around and gasped when they looked inside.

Six adult deer, two of which have guns attached to each other at the same height on their necks, like a string of candied hawthorns.

Mihajlovic's face turned extremely ugly. How could they compare rabbits and pheasants to deer?

His companion nudged him, signaling him to give up. It was better than fighting until the very end and then surrendering. Besides, all that prey had been enough to wear him down for a while.

He Yuzhu didn't urge him on; he was fine with continuing to shoot. He had gotten his fix on shooting and his hands were itching to do so after a long time without it.

So he stopped the car, told the Russians to help him lay down the first bullet, and then he left with his gun on his back.

Mikhailovich gritted his teeth, went to another jeep and got an AK47. He refused to believe that he could outmaneuver a mere kid with a fully automatic rifle.

He had participated in the Great Patriotic War, and many invaders had died at his hands. He was always proud of his marksmanship.

"Bang" "Bang"

"Bang" "Bang"

"Bang" "Bang"

The two of them fired one shot at a time, like in a shooting competition. This time, they only caught small prey; the shooting was too frequent, and the larger ones ran away aimlessly.

As the fighting continued, the sun began to set, and the others called for a halt. They warned that if they continued, it would get dark, and the area was no longer safe.

When the count was done, He Yuzhu had exactly six more deer than Mihajlovic. Now everyone knows that this was definitely intentional.

Mihajlovic angrily said to He Yuzhu, "He, you are not being honest."

"Comrade Mikhail, how have I been dishonest?"

"You still say you've never hunted? I should have made you swear an oath earlier. Let's see what kind of oath you'd make."

“Unfortunately, I can’t post it now, because I’ve already done my job, right?” He Yuzhu pointed to the pile of prey.

"Hmph, what were you doing before? You're better with a gun than any of us."

"Oh, well, it's not related to my job, so I didn't mention it. I served in the Korean Peninsula war."

"You actually made it back alive?" Mikhailovich exclaimed in surprise. They knew much more about the situation on the peninsula than ordinary people back home, because steel was needed to make weapons and shells.

"I've actually made it here alive," He Yuzhu said irritably.

"I'm sorry, I misspoke. May I ask what your role is in the military?"

"Sniper."

"Damn it! I knew it wouldn't be that simple, you liar."

"What did I lie to you about? What, Comrade Mihailovich, are you trying to renege on your promise?" He Yuzhu looked at Mihailovich with a smile.

Mihajlovic felt like he was being watched by a ferocious beast, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

"No, no, I misspoke. You won this time." The old guy thought about it and realized that the other person hadn't lied to him. However, he was very puzzled as to why the sniper didn't have calluses on his hands. Of course, when it was time to admit defeat, he readily did so.

"I hope you keep your word, take us on a tour, and you also need to help us report the order!" He Yuzhu said.

"Okay, but I'm going to win this time when we go into the woods next time."

"I'd be happy to accompany you, but I can only go alone!" He Yuzhu said with a smile.

"No problem, let's go back."

The group loaded their prey and got into the car, which hadn't even driven two kilometers.

"Ouch."

"Awoo, awoo"

First came a wolf howl, followed by a pack of wolves howling. The sound came from about a mile away, and it was getting closer and closer.

"Damn it, stop the car, stop the car! Go to the back and grab all the guns! How did we run into a pack of wolves?" Mikhailovich shouted.

With two sharp screechs of brakes, the jeep came to a stop.

Except for Lao Wei, everyone else jumped out of the car and ran to the trunk. Mikhailovic wanted to take the AK, but He Yuzhu stopped him, saying, "It's better for me to have this gun."

"You only have this one automatic rifle, so you need to cover everyone."

“I know.” He Yuzhu nodded seriously.

"The bullets are there; take as many as you can."

He Yuzhu didn't waste any words; he took about two hundred bullets and two spare magazines.

The group retrieved their guns and bullets and returned to the vehicle, which then continued driving.

The jeep was convertible, and He Yuzhu stood directly on the passenger seat, leaning on the canopy rack, searching for the wolves.

The wolf riders were probably hiding in the tall grass; I couldn't see them at all.

Standing high allows for a wider view, and He Yuzhu saw a gray mass approaching them from two directions.

“There are about 70 wolves at the four o’clock position and about 100 wolves at the nine o’clock position. Can anyone identify the alpha wolf? Tell me,” He Yuzhu shouted.

The others, who were sitting there and couldn't see anything, were all shocked when they heard him say that—it was a large pack of wolves!

They stood on the car seats like He Yuzhu, and after looking at it, they exclaimed in unison, "Speed ​​up, speed up!"

On roads like this, how can a jeep go fast? Someone might not be able to resist and start shooting.

"Bang!" It was unclear whether the shot hit or not, but then the remaining people also fired their guns, "Bang, bang, bang."

"Awooo!" A mournful wolf howl rang out, and the wolf pack changed formation, from two groups to four, approaching the jeep from four directions.

"Bang, bang, bang!" He Yuzhu fired his gun while shouting, "Where's the alpha wolf? Has anyone seen him?"

"I didn't see it."

"I don't know him." This is Xiao Zheng.

"I see it, at six o'clock," came the reply from the jeep behind.

He Yuzhu then realized why he couldn't see it: the car behind him was blocking his view.

"Slay the alpha wolf first."

"I couldn't hit it; it's too cunning."

"Let the car behind go first, we'll cover the rear," He Yuzhu shouted to the driver.

The driver hesitated for a moment, then turned the steering wheel and swerved to the side, letting the car behind him pass.

"Throw the prey down!" Mikhailovich shouted.

The car in front threw down a bunch of rabbits and pheasants, while He Yuzhu's car threw down a deer.

The wolf pack had slowed down, but then came the howling of wolves.

The wolf pack bypassed the prey that He Yuzhu and his companions had left behind and continued their pursuit.

These two calls allowed He Yuzhu to roughly determine the location of the wolf king. That wolf was too cunning; it was in the wolf pack, and it was a little bigger than the average wolf, but not by much.

To conceal its presence, it also tries to walk in areas where the grass is tall.

"Bang!" He Yuzhu's gun fired, killing one of the guards beside the Wolf King. The Wolf King did not stop, but lowered his body.

"Bang, bang, bang." With each shot, a wolf fell. The wolf king, enraged, howled.

All the wolves sped toward the jeep, and gunfire erupted from inside. However, there were too many wolves, and not all the other wolves were sharpshooters; they were all using bolt-action rifles. The wolf pack drew ever closer, with the closest one already 30 meters away.

"He..." Mikhailovic in the car in front shouted, his voice cracking.

He was met with a series of gunshots.

"Awooo. Awooo awooo!" The pack of wolves howled in unison, the sound much more eerie than before, giving everyone goosebumps and making their hair stand on end.

Just when everyone thought the wolf pack was about to launch a full-scale attack, the wolf pack retreated, very slowly, but they did retreat.

"Speed ​​up, speed up, get out of here."

"What, where is the Wolf King?"

"died."

"Dead?" someone exclaimed. In fact, this person had just fought the wolf king, but couldn't hit him at all, and even the guards next to him had a hard time hitting him.

“How can you say he’s dead? Otherwise, why would the wolf pack retreat? Hurry up, who knows if the wolf pack will come back?” Mikhailovich shouted.

He Yuzhu's gun never stopped firing. He didn't know how many times he had changed magazines. Next to him, a Russian man numbly loaded bullets for him. At first, this guy was also firing, but after a while, he stopped firing and started loading bullets for He Yuzhu instead. It was because He Yuzhu's shots were always accurate, while he could only hit one bullet after several shots, so loading bullets was more convenient.

To be fair, He Yuzhu was a bit lucky in defeating the wolf king. When the wolf king saw that someone was attacking him and his subordinates were suffering heavy casualties, he simply disappeared into the bushes.

However, the wolf pack suffered heavy casualties, and it had no choice but to take command. When it reappeared, He Yuzhu fired three bullets at it, and the wolf king died tragically.

It died without ever knowing how it had been exposed. Before it could even howl, it was unaware that its guards had betrayed it.

Even though it hid, there were still wolves protecting it. He Yuzhu kept an eye on the wolves that were chasing him the closest to him.

The two cars didn't stop for almost the entire journey, and the people inside didn't talk much. Only when the cars entered a populated area did everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Back in the family quarters, He Yuzhu and the other two were dragged to a place, a large courtyard with a large wooden house inside.

This must be where these hunters usually gather; it's fully equipped with a barbecue grill, barrels, and a wine rack.

After the bear-men arrived, they divided the work: some processed the prey, some started a fire to prepare a barbecue, and some went out to call for reinforcements.

Only He Yuzhu and two others remained sitting on the side. It wasn't that they didn't want to help, but the other party wouldn't allow it.

They are now genuinely enthusiastic towards He Yuzhu and his friends, as they have become sworn brothers. Mihajlovic even said that he wouldn't force them to drink today, allowing them to have fun, and of course, he would keep his bet.

"Section Chief, were you scared just now?" Old Zheng asked.

"What's there to be afraid of? They're just a few wolves."

"How many were there? I'm not going hunting next time."

"I'm not going either," Old Wei said.

"Yeah, they're just saying that. They probably won't go. They were really scared this time."

"Seriously, Section Chief, aren't you afraid?"

"How can they be as powerful as the enemies on the peninsula? They only have teeth. The locals on the peninsula are armed with planes, artillery, and tanks, but we are not afraid."

"Oh." Xiao Zheng fell silent. He knew it was a bit inappropriate to ask this. Could someone who was afraid really shoot so accurately? Anyway, he didn't know where his guns had gone; he probably hadn't hit a single one.

Before long, people started arriving one after another, young and old, men and women, adding up to nearly a hundred people. Almost none of them came empty-handed; some brought vegetables, some brought bread, some brought wine, and so on.

Next, the antelope and a deer were prepared and roasted over the fire. With the help of the women, the rabbit and pheasant were also put into the pot and stewed with potatoes.

As the bonfire lit up the courtyard, Mikhailovich began introducing He Yuzhu and his two companions to people, mostly from the factory: engineers, security guards, master craftsmen, and a few middle-level managers.

During the introduction, the old man emphasized He Yuzhu's performance today, urging the others to offer him a few more drinks later.

He Yuzhu thought to himself, "This kid still hasn't given up on me after getting me drunk; he still holds a grudge."

But would he be afraid? Let them come, he'd just keep a smile on his face. He might need these people later. After introducing the men, he introduced the women. The women were all very generous, praising He Yuzhu as a good young man. Some even asked him if he would like to stay, saying that someone like him wouldn't have trouble supporting himself here.

The older women were much more reserved, simply nodding in acknowledgment.

The most active were the boys, who swarmed around He Yuzhu as soon as he returned to his seat, bombarding him with questions.

They asked what China was like, how far it was to get here, and how He Yuzhu had practiced his marksmanship, which reminded He Yuzhu of his little ones at home.

After the meal started, things got even more lively. He Yuzhu drank his first beer since he came into this world. It was very bitter and not even chilled. It must have been brewed using brewing techniques that the Russians brought back from the Great Patriotic War.

After clinking glasses with He Yuzhu, Mikhailovic took a big gulp of beer and asked, "He, how's the beer? Can you get used to it?"

"It's alright, but it would be better if it were a bit colder."

"I forgot to put it in the well before I left today. Next time, next time I'll definitely make sure you get an ice-cold beer. Let's have another one, for your marksmanship."

"You're pretty good too."

“Not only are you a good shot, but you’re also calmer than us when faced with danger. We’re only able to come back today thanks to you. Come on.” Mikhailovich raised his glass.

"Come."

"Clink!" The two clinked glasses and each took a big gulp.

The old man started offering toasts, and the others followed suit, especially those who had gone hunting with them that day.

After the toasts, they started serving the venison and antelope meat. The Russians' roasting was rather rough; once cooked, it had a slightly salty taste, but the rest was just so-so.

He Yuzhu thought to himself, "Thinking to myself is a bit of a waste."

But I still ate quite a lot; all that going through all that trouble took a toll on my energy.

After they had eaten most of the food, they continued drinking, and then the bear-like people started dancing. In the end, He Yuzhu and Xiao Zheng were also pulled up there.

Xiao Zheng is alright, but He Yuzhu is a bit like a puppet.

The commotion lasted until after 10 p.m. before everyone dispersed, and He Yuzhu and the other two were taken back to their lodgings.

Mikhailovic told He Yuzhu that he would pick them up the next morning to visit the factory, and also said that he would change them to a better room.

He Yuzhu expressed his gratitude.

Mihajlovic arrived early the next morning, but He Yuzhu and the others got up even earlier.

After registering at the factory gate, two people came out from the security guards and followed them to an office building where others were waiting.

He Yuzhu met an engineer he had dinner with the previous night. He couldn't remember the full name, but it seemed to be something like Ivan.

Ivan didn't come over to greet him, he just nodded in acknowledgment.

People of He Yuzhu's rank certainly wouldn't be accompanied by any high-ranking leaders. According to Mikhailovich's introduction, the people next to Ivan were mostly new college graduates and some technicians. This time, he was showing He Yuzhu and his group around and also introducing the factory to these newcomers.

He Yuzhu was speechless. Who was benefiting from whose favor? Could it be that the other party had arranged the itinerary and they were just temporarily joining the group today?

And then the first person to be introduced was Mihajlovic.

After World War II, the Azov steel plant was rebuilt, covering an area of ​​11 square kilometers, and became one of the largest steel plants in Europe, with an annual production capacity of 350 million tons of pig iron and 400 million tons of crude steel.

They toured by car; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to see everything on foot. Some core areas were not taken inside by He Yuzhu and the others, though they were given a brief explanation of what each area was for, such as research and development, ingredient preparation, and so on.

He Yuzhu paid attention to these places. He couldn't have come all this way for nothing. He would try Ming's method first and see if it worked. If not, then they would talk about it.

Of course, He Yuzhu and the others were taken to see the steel plant's first 250-ton tilting smelting furnace from a distance, just to impress them.

He Yuzhu naturally cooperated, while Lao Wei and Xiao Zheng were truly shocked.

As for the underground part of the giant mushroom, He Yuzhu and his team did not see it; such a thing is not usually shown to others.

The factory tour took a whole day. We had lunch at a nearby canteen along the way, and then continued our tour in the afternoon, but this time we visited rolling mills and other workshops instead of steelmaking workshops.

This also gave He Yuzhu and others a general understanding of what a composite steel plant needs, but these were not things they needed to worry about; a simple understanding was enough.

The relevant domestic departments must have sent people to visit this place long ago, and they may have even seen the more core parts.

That evening, after Mihajlovic took He Yuzhu and the others back, he actually changed their rooms. He Yuzhu got a single room, while Lao Wei and Xiao Zheng shared a standard room.

He Yuzhu then pulled Mihajlovic aside to ask about the purchase orders. They weren't buying much, only a few hundred tons, but it would have to be smelted separately, as the main production here was military steel.

"He, I can ask the higher-ups for you, don't worry."

"Mikhail, tell me the truth, can you actually do this? Are you just a figurehead as the sales manager, unable to even place an order?"

"He, you underestimate me."

"Then you should help me out."

“I also have my difficulties. If it were that simple, I wouldn’t have made so many troubles.”

Tell me what's wrong, and we'll figure it out together.

"The deputy factory director in charge of production is difficult to talk to."

Does he have any hobbies?

"You're planning to cater to his tastes? I'm telling you, that's going to be difficult. I know you're a great shot, but he doesn't have that kind of interest."

"What are his hobbies?"

"eat."

Hearing this, He Yuzhu laughed, a very bright laugh.

"Hey, what are you laughing at? Did you bring in a chef later?"

"What I'm laughing at is that this is just asking for trouble. Cooking is what I'm really good at."

"Huh?" Mihajlovic was stunned.

"You can't lie to me, this is no joke. If you mess this up, I doubt you'll ever be able to buy steel from our factory again."

"Actions speak louder than words. How about you find me a place tomorrow so we can try out the dishes?"

"You're not kidding? You really can?"

"What's the point of making this joke? Just tell me if it's okay or not."

"Okay, but are our kitchen utensils the same as yours? I know that your cooking is very complicated."

"Then take me to your factory's kitchen and see which one is usable."

"Well, okay, I'll go back and ask around to see if logistics will allow it."

"Go ahead and ask. If all else fails, the place where we ate last night will do, but we'll need a pot."

"A pot? That's easy. Where are we? Just tell me what you want, and I'll make it right away."

"Then why don't you make the stove too? Do you have a coal stove?"

"Yes, can you draw?"

"Yes, send me some blueprints and pencils tomorrow."

"it is good."

After chatting for a while longer, Mihajlovic left.

The next day, Mikhailovich watched He Yuzhu finish the drawing, asked what materials were used, and left with the drawing. It was too simple; it didn't even require steel, just wrought iron and cast iron.

Some were made of steel. He Yuzhu smuggled in a few kitchen knives, which was considered a set. Mihajlovic didn't say anything about it. It was just a little more steel, and the scraps were all taken care of.

Another one is the large chopping block, but when Mikhail saw it, he said that this was even simpler.

He was no longer surprised that He Yuzhu could draw; the kid was too mysterious.

The food was ready by the afternoon, which was quite efficient. They went to that courtyard again. When they arrived, He Yuzhu was carrying a bag with some seasonings that he had taken out from his spatial storage.

Mihai asked what it was, and He Yuzhu smiled and said, "Seasoning."

Not only was Mikhail shocked, but Lao Wei and Xiao Zheng were also shocked. Carrying this thing for a business trip of thousands of kilometers? They must be crazy.

However, thinking about what they were going to do next, the group wondered if He Yuzhu was a fortune teller.

When they arrived, they saw that Mikhailovich had thoughtfully prepared some ingredients, which were nothing more than beef, potatoes and some vegetables. He Yuzhu asked if there was any pork, and Mikhailovich said he would get it.

He Yuzhu skillfully set up the coal stove, carefully washed the kitchen knife and chopping block (a round log with a diameter of one meter, which was cut into two pieces, polished, and then delivered), and then waited for the pork to come back so he could start cooking.

Mihai returned quickly, and He Yuzhu remarked how convenient it was to have a car.

When the pot was being boiled, the group watched as the iron pot flew up and down in He Yuzhu's hands, almost thinking he was performing a juggling act.

Mihajlovic was starting to believe that He Yuzhu could cook, and then he started chopping vegetables and meat at such a speed that everyone was worried he might cut his hand.

And I must say, the steel used for those kitchen knives was quite good, and the blades were well-sharpened, proving that Mihajlovic took it seriously.

Since there was only one pot, He Yuzhu could only make some dishes that didn't require stewing, such as shredded beef, twice-cooked pork, shredded potatoes, and dry-fried cabbage.

While it was being prepared, the people around him almost drooled. Mihajlovic even came up several times to try the dish, and He Yuzhu didn't refuse. The old man almost swallowed his tongue.

After finishing eating, he gave a thumbs-up repeatedly, using both hands instead of one.

As soon as they finished cooking, Lao Wei and Xiao Zheng saw that the staple food was actually rye bread and complained in a low voice, "It would have been nice to have a bowl of rice."

"What are they saying?"

Do you have dehulled rice?

"What do you need that for?"

"That's the perfect match for these dishes."

"I'll get some later. Don't bother me now, I'm going to eat."

The four of them devoured the bread in no time, making two large loaves of bread each.

After finishing his meal, Mikhailovich said, "He, wait for my letter. With your skills, this matter will be settled."

"Don't be so sure of yourself. You want to make another stove and a pot. Are you sure you're only hiring your deputy factory director?"

"Then who should we invite?"

"You decide what to do yourself. If others have complaints about you, you'll have to bear it yourself."

"Oh, let me think. Oh, right, is there anything else I need to prepare?"

"Prepare chicken, fish, meat, and vegetables as you see fit. Oh, and do you have tofu?"

"what is that?"

"Fine, just prepare the ingredients as I told you."

"Fish, how about sea fish?"

"Whatever you bring, I'll make it."

"Okay, do you need anything prepared? Do you have enough seasonings? Should I have someone go and buy some?"

"I'm afraid you don't have that here."

"I'm starting to think you should stay. If you leave, where will I eat all this delicious food?"

“Go to China,” He Yuzhu said casually.

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