Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

In the hospital, Jia Zhangshi was beaming with joy as she held her granddaughter. She didn't seem to favor boys over girls, since she already had a grandson.

If her daughter-in-law had given birth to a daughter as her first child, she would have been a little disappointed, but since her first child was a grandson, what more could Jia Zhangshi possibly want?

Besides, the son and daughter-in-law are still young, and they will have plenty of opportunities to have children in the future.

Now that you've had a daughter, you have a son and a daughter, which completes the Chinese character for "good" (好). What does that mean?

This shows that the Jia family is very fortunate.

Of course, the most important thing was that Tong Jie, while pregnant, half-jokingly threatened Jia Zhangshi, saying:

"Mom, what if I have a girl this time?"

Madam Jia jumped up and rubbed Tong Jie's earlobes a few times, spitting and muttering that this child would also be a golden grandson.

Tong Jie persisted, "Mom, if this baby is a girl, you can't be disgusted by it, otherwise I won't even stay in confinement period and will just pack up and go back to Changping."

"After this is all over, I'll have my dad and a few of my younger brothers go into town and beat Dongxu up."

Jia Dongxu was completely dumbfounded. What the hell does this have to do with me?

He got anxious and retorted:

"Honey, I don't discriminate against girls. I love our daughter too, so why are you hitting me?"

Tong Jie laughed: "Mom is too old to massage, so you, as her son, will do it for her."

Jia Dongxu pouted and looked at Tong Jie with resentment.

Madam Jia quickly stated, "She also likes her granddaughter."

There was no other way; Tong Jie had too many brothers from her hometown, and she was afraid of being beaten by her in-laws.

On the afternoon of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Tong Jie couldn't stay in the hospital and insisted on going home.

Although she was a little weak, she felt more at ease going home to recuperate after childbirth.

So Tong Jie lay in the cart, covered tightly with a quilt.

Jia Dongxu pulled from the front, while Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhangshi pushed from behind.

Curious people on the street would strike up conversations and ask what was going on, and Jia Dongxu would always smile and tell them that his wife had given birth.

Passersby will also say congratulations.

These days, if ordinary people get sick and can't walk to the hospital, they're usually taken by handcart.

In good conditions, people use cotton quilts in their cars; in poor conditions, they use dry straw.

Don't be surprised; in later generations, Jia Dongxu and his group would definitely be on the front page of the news.

But the current situation is a microcosm of this era.

I don't feel inferior or bitter.

Being able to give birth in a hospital means your family is already very well-off; why would you care whether it's a baby being pulled by a cart?

It's terrifying to have a midwife at home, especially in a large courtyard. The crying and screaming of the pregnant woman can frighten the children in the yard.

That would be truly tragic if it resulted in a difficult childbirth.

Jia Dongxu is a worker, and he receives discounts and benefits for medical treatment, and his family members enjoy the same treatment.

Otherwise, why would everyone say that being a worker is good? Besides the guaranteed income regardless of drought or flood, there are many other benefits.

The first benefit, housing allocation, is something that can't be refused.

Of course, many people didn't get one. It's not that they didn't want to give you one, but that you don't have one yet. Once you do get one, it will be resolved sooner or later.

Then there's the handover uniform, so that as a worker, I can hand over the job to my son or daughter later.

And then there's retirement pensions. When the hell did ordinary people start getting these benefits?

So a job is so important now, especially in the city, let alone in the capital, Beiping.

There's definitely a sense of superiority, and they're the first to know about and implement welfare policies.

The sense of superiority among people from Beiping is reflected in their overall demeanor and language; they like to talk big and occasionally boast.

Let's talk about Shanghai. People there show their superiority on their faces and mouths, always talking about rural life.

In reality, most people, no matter where they are, have good people and bad people.

When you discriminate against others based on their region, you've already revealed your ugly side.

Even if you live a very comfortable life, you can't escape being cursed behind your back for generations.

However, don't panic when we are discriminated against. You have your way, and I have mine.

Everyone looks down on me, and I'm not good enough either, so what?

My happiness is beyond your imagination~

There are always people who give up, no matter the era. It's not that I don't try, it's just that I fucking have no other choice...

Jia Dongxu and his group soon arrived at the gate of the compound, where many neighbors had already returned from their New Year's visits.

Everyone came out to watch the excitement, and of course they lent a hand.

A wooden plank was placed at the entrance of the courtyard, and the cart was used to pull Tong Jie directly into the central courtyard. Jia Dongxu carried Tong Jie back home.

Then the neighbors came to congratulate him on the birth of his daughter.

Most people gave eggs, but after discussing it with her husband, Bingbing gave a crucian carp weighing about one pound and two pig's trotters, which were perfect for helping pregnant women produce milk.

Anyway, it suits the occasion, and the gift is appropriate.

This is exactly what the Jia family lacks at this time.

Jia Zhangshi was extremely grateful to Bingbing.

"Tong Jie, do you have any breast milk? If not, we have formula at home that you can use for the baby first," Bingbing asked Tong Jie from inside the house.

Tong Jie was very grateful for Bingbing's kindness and smiled:

"I have enough milk, more than the little girl can drink. I'll open my mouth if she needs it."

"OK."

Qin Huairu also arrived, carrying a basket of eggs. She held the freshly baked baby and was overjoyed.

I'm even more excited about getting pregnant now.

Tong Jie gave birth to a daughter, and the next day Jia Dongxu braved the wind and snow to go to Changping to share the good news. He also took his mother-in-law back to the city to take care of his wife during her postpartum period.

The few days of holiday passed quickly, and we went back to work on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

The first day was uneventful; the leaders were tasked with setting this year's goals.

The workers were idle, while the leaders were in a meeting.

The new year has begun, time to roll up our sleeves and get to work!

Therefore, cadres need to be assigned tasks and set goals.

You decide what you are in charge of and to what extent you are responsible for it.

But often, when the secretary says something, he will raise the price by two-thirds as an incentive.

For example, Deputy Factory Director Yang Ligong was in charge of production capacity. After he set the target, the Party Secretary directly raised it by more than half.

Yang Ligong's face turned pale. He really wasn't sure if he could complete the task, especially since several factories had just started production.

But the tone must be set so that they have no reason to slack off.

In this day and age, laziness in governance is impossible; one would be condemned to death.

Li Jiuzhou remained the same as always. What goals could he possibly have? All he could do was ensure that his fellow workers were well-fed and watered.

It could be said that his job was the easiest; he only needed to have his subordinates prepare the meals, and he didn't have to do the purchasing himself.

Another example is livestock farms; these don't generate profits overnight.

The factory set this up for emergency use; relying on raising pigs to make money would lead to starvation sooner or later.

Those who know, know. Farming is highly profitable, but also carries the highest risks. You have to protect the animals from disease and, damn it, protect them from people too.

It's practically impossible to guard against; one slip and you're finished.

The task was delegated level by level, and each workshop received its own task.

We had to work overtime just three days after starting work, and it often went on until 8 p.m.

This was Yang Ligong's doing. He needed to increase production capacity, so he had to squeeze the workers dry for the first three months.

The other leaders had no objections, because production capacity was considered a political achievement.

Everything the rest of the leadership did revolved around production.

Red slogans were posted everywhere in the factory: "Production first, labor is the most glorious."