Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Li Jiuzhou participated in the state banquet held to mark the founding of the nation, which was a great honor.

Afterwards, there's a certificate proving he was once at his peak.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, new currencies were issued in huge amounts, often amounting to hundreds of millions or even tens of millions.

Li Jiuzhou also exchanged his money for cash, a total of ten million yuan, enough for his family's living expenses.

The courtyard where he lived was also successfully reorganized and given a house number: No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

It's not just about housing reorganization; all jobs and personnel need to be recognized by the government, which means registering their household registration.

Li Jiuzhou and his family of three were officially registered as residents of the west wing of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

It was at this time that the deaf old woman approached all the residents in the courtyard and said she wanted to donate her house.

Everyone was shocked. You just donate such a big yard like that?

Did you ask for our opinion?

Several other families didn't buy the houses from the old lady; they rented them.

She donated the house, so where will they live?

"That's the gist of it. The house belongs to me, but a few other families have bought it. I can't kick them out, and I don't want to."

"You renters, should you buy the properties or wait for the government to make arrangements?"

"I'll decide now, and tomorrow I'll go to the government and donate the house."

The deaf old woman was determined to donate the house, which also gave the tenants an opportunity.

If you don't want to leave, you have to pay to buy it; renting is definitely not an option.

Several families had lived here for many years, so they gritted their teeth and asked the old lady to buy it for them.

At night, in the old lady's room, sat Yi Zhonghai and his wife, along with Jia's mother and son.

"Grandma, what were you thinking? Why did you donate the house? What a waste!"

"I'm dissatisfied," said Jia Zhangshi.

The deaf old woman glanced at her and said:

"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

"You want to inherit my estate after I die?"

"No way!"

"After all these years, you haven't shown me any filial piety, and you still want my money?"

"snort!"

"Oh, ma'am, that's not what I meant at all. The house is yours; you can give it to whomever you want. I'm just feeling bad about it..."

Jia Zhangshi quickly explained.

Yi Zhonghai must be heartbroken too. How can he feel the pain of donating such a large courtyard house?

They thought that their family and the Jia family would benefit after the old lady passed away, but who would have thought that the old lady would donate the house so easily.

But the matter was already settled, and he couldn't say anything even if he was unwilling.

At this moment, the deaf old woman took out two pieces of paper and said again:

"In consideration of how you served your wife when you were young, I'm giving you the house we live in now."

"Two rooms each, these will be your own houses from now on."

The two families couldn't hide their smiles after receiving the house gift agreement.

Then came an endless stream of thanks.

"Thank you, ma'am..."

"Thank you, ma'am..."

"How you live from now on is up to you," the deaf old woman said again.

Yi Zhonghai's eyes darted around, and he quickly said:

"Grandma, it's not convenient for you to live alone. How about I have Xiuqing come over to do the washing and cleaning for you from time to time?"

"Hehe, thank you for your thoughtfulness, Zhonghai." The deaf old woman grinned; of course she was happy to have someone serve her.

"If there's nothing else, Dongxu and I will be going now..."

Seeing that Yi Zhonghai said this, Jia Zhangshi didn't want to stay any longer; she didn't want to serve this old lady anymore.

God knows how much she suffered when she was young.

The old lady caused her a lot of trouble when she was young.

Now that she's older, Jia Zhangshi feels that she's become even more abnormal, and even if she's offered money, she's unwilling to serve the old lady anymore.

You, Yi Zhonghai, sold your wife out with just one word. You're such a good husband.

Didn't you see how uncomfortable your wife looked, like she'd eaten shit?

"Hehehe..."

The deaf old woman couldn't help but sneer as she watched the departing Jia family mother and son.

Yi Zhonghai had his own plans. It was no big deal for his wife to help with the washing and cleaning.

You should know that the most valuable thing the old lady owned was not this courtyard house, but also her gold and silver jewelry.

Yi Zhonghai certainly knew what the old lady usually ate.

Whenever he had free time, he would ask Li Jiuzhou from the front yard to bring back vegetables from Fengzeyuan.

That's Fengzeyuan Restaurant, where a meal costs several silver dollars, yet the old lady ate there every few days.

Looking at the old lady's food reserves, there was only white flour and rice, all refined grains, with no whole grains at all.

Inside the room, rows of cured meats were hanging, and he could smell them from a distance.

They live like gods.

So he plotted to seize the old lady's inheritance after her death. Getting his daughter-in-law to help him wouldn't be a loss; if he could get it, it would be a huge profit.

The next day, the old lady went to the Military Control Commission in Nanluoguxiang and asked the person in charge to donate the house.

A large group of people entered No. 95 compound in a grand procession. It happened to be a day off, and no one was working.

The staff registered and cataloged the vacant rooms.

Afterwards, he kept praising the old lady to the residents of the courtyard, saying that she was very righteous and had made great contributions to the country's development.

She was set up as a model in Nanluoguxiang, and her deeds were publicized in various courtyards.

The deaf old woman gained a lot of fame with this trick.

At the same time, with the military control committee protecting her, no foolish resident would dare to bully her; that would be suicidal.

"Grandma, you're so generous, I admire you!" Li Jiuzhou joked as he walked up to the deaf old lady.

The deaf old woman smiled upon hearing this:

"Hehehe, I'm getting old and my legs aren't very strong anymore. Rather than having people eyeing my house in the future, I'd rather hand it over to the government."

"To avoid trouble..."

"What, you little brat, you're eyeing my house too?"

"Tch, don't try to pin this on me. I'll buy a small courtyard house and live alone when I have the chance."

"I'm not fortunate enough to enjoy your grand courtyard; I'll leave it to someone else who's meant to be..."

"Hehehe..."

Several families moved in right after the deaf old woman donated her house to the government.

Among them was the Yan family of four.

The couple had two boys with them.

The older one is Yan Jiecheng, who is ten years old, and the younger one is Yan Jiefang, who is six years old.

Yan Bugui is also a primary school teacher, and he was assigned to live in courtyard number 95 because of his work.

Within a few days, No. 95 courtyard became quite lively.

The sounds of children crying, adults cursing, and chatting were incessant.

The living conditions in the courtyard houses were already there.

Li Jiuzhou was not used to it at first, but after a few days he got used to it. People always have to learn to adapt.

Survival of the fittest, after all.

Li Jiuzhou's younger brother, Li Shanhe, had long since resumed his studies and went to school in groups with the other children in the compound every day.

The third sister, Jiaojiao, is still being cared for at her master's house and hasn't gone to school yet. She comes over to stay for a few days when she has free time.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, with the issuance of new currency, Fengzeyuan no longer needed to pay wages in silver dollars.

Li Jiuzhou earns 130 million yuan a month, making him a true high-income earner.

Everyone in the courtyard except He Daqing and his son thought he was an apprentice like Shazhu.

No one cares about your life; everyone lives their own life.

Only Yan Bugui, the neighbor across the hall, paid attention to Li Jiuzhou.

Yan Bugui discovered that Li Jiuzhou, this lowly apprentice at Fengzeyuan, was living a better life than his own family.

What kind of lifestyle do you live like mine?

They even have more houses than my family?

Why should I?

Feeling aggrieved, Yan Bugui would often try to get information out of Li Jiuzhou.