Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Yan Bugui's eldest son, Yan Jiecheng, benefited from catching frogs that time, so he has been frantically catching frogs lately.

This kid is quite talented; he manages to catch a few every day after school.

His father used them all as snacks with his drinks; they didn't bring him any benefit at all.

In the end, he didn't bring them home anymore. He caught the frogs and went directly to the steel mill to find Sha Zhu and sell them to him, so he could save some money.

Sha Zhu admired Yan Jiecheng's approach. In the new society, people earn their own money and spend it as they please. What's wrong with that?

Whether Tianji brought Shazhu to add to his own meal or to give the leader a dish, he wanted as much of Yan Jiecheng's food as he could get.

To be honest, Secretary Nie also loves to eat, and Sha Zhu would occasionally make him a snack to go with his drinks.

Only the top three managers have the right to add dishes during working hours.

Of course, whatever the three leaders ate, Sha Zhu and Li Jiuzhou ate too.

The cafeteria was their domain; they could eat whatever they wanted.

Don't forget that Li Jiuzhou is also the deputy minister of logistics; he can get whatever he wants to eat from the warehouse.

As for signing?

Sign your mother's name!

Do you even know what wear and tear means?

As for how much damage was done, that's not up to the Li family uncle and nephew to decide.

The reason they dared to do this was because the losses in the logistics warehouse of Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill were more than half that of other factories.

This is also because Li Huaide doesn't take much, and even if he does, there's no problem at all.

It's not really called taking it; even if you take it, you just give it to the cafeteria to cook and satisfy your hunger.

This is really nothing.

Li Huaide didn't have any other desires besides wanting to improve himself and wanting to eat better, which wasn't excessive.

As for other leaders who want to eat better, they will need to be treated to a meal.

Don't even think about eating alone.

Moreover, the warehouse didn't have much stuff; the most basic items were rice, flour, and cooking oil.

The meat is purchased on the same day or yesterday.

The wild game in Da Hu Nong is consumed the fastest; if you come today, it's all gone by tomorrow because it's all been served to guests.

There's also tobacco and alcohol, which are things leaders have no shortage of, so they don't care about them.

Frogs are quite rare; there aren't many people who like to eat them, and they're not sold; they're purely wild.

Even if farmers catch them, they just take them home to eat themselves; who would think of selling them?

That is, Yan Jiecheng, a person who is obsessed with money.

His father, Yan Bugui, only takes care of his basic needs—food, drink, and toileting—and doesn't give him a single penny.

So I have no choice but to do everything I can to earn it.

He worked hard catching frogs and earned 20 yuan and five packs of Daqianmen cigarettes from Shazhu in half a month.

Look at him, he's already holding his head high at home, even offering cigarettes to Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui shook his head as he looked at his eldest son's appearance.

In mid-July, with the college entrance examination approaching, Yan Bugui felt that his eldest son was basically ruined and had no hope of getting into university.

I recently made some money catching frogs, but no matter what my husband and I say, they won't give it to me.

He even used his own words to talk to himself.

New people, new things, new country; earn your own money and spend it yourself.

Yan Bugui's head was buzzing after hearing this.

He felt an urge to hit his son, but his son was already taller than him.

If he really does fight back, it's fine if he doesn't resist, but if he does, I really can't beat him.

At that point, he'd lose all face in the courtyard, and Yan Bugui couldn't afford such a high price.

He'd come to terms with it; since his son could earn money on his own, he should let him.

Once he graduates from high school, we'll settle the score with him. He has plenty of ways to get his son to pay up.

Li Jiuzhou held a small celebration for his daughter's one-month birthday at home, with three tables set up as a token gesture.

After his daughter turned one month old, Li Jiuzhou would carry her around the yard every day after get off work.

As for his son, Tie Niu?

He has plenty of friends to play with, so he doesn't need Li Jiuzhou.

Then time slowly passed, and in August, just as Yan Bugui had guessed, his eldest son, Yan Jiecheng, failed the exam.

He can only be a high school graduate working in society!

After graduation, Yan Jiecheng let loose and went to work as a bricklayer on the old city wall with his classmates.

Because the city wall is still being demolished, many people are pushing carts to haul bricks in the middle of the night.

They love things that are free, and Sha Zhu even brought back two cartloads of them.

He said to keep it for later use.

Li Jiuzhou didn't go to pull it; although it had a historical feel, it wasn't really of much use.

Jia Zhangshi jokingly said that she would have no regrets if this brick could be used to build her tomb after she died.

When it comes to death, there is one person who takes the initiative the most: the deaf old lady.

She was sick a while ago, had a fever, and was a little confused. He Yushui went to call her at lunchtime, but no matter how she called, it didn't work.

So they called Qin Huairu over, and when they touched her, she was still warm, burning hot.

In an emergency, Qin Huairu, with the help of the elderly women in the courtyard, took the deaf old woman to the hospital.

When Sha Zhu arrived after being notified by his sister, the deaf old lady was already receiving an IV drip.

Fortunately, she pulled through, but she's not as physically agile as she used to be. However, she's also more at peace with life and death now.

One day during her day off, she went out and brought back a fine coffin, leaving the neighbors dumbfounded.

She cheerfully said that this was where she would sleep in the future, which would also be her coffin.

She even prepared her own funeral clothes, which shows she was very conscientious.

She felt that she wouldn't live much longer after her illness, so she was making preparations in advance.

The neighbors understood; it was better for someone without children to prepare on their own, so that Sha Zhu wouldn't be caught off guard.

After cremation, the urn is placed in the coffin and then buried.

Cemeteries are designated areas; you can't just bury yourself wherever you want.

Although the deaf old woman and her neighbors all thought she didn't have much time left, she actually lived for a long time.

Of course, this is something.

Anyway, Li Jiuzhou knew that she was living quite comfortably at the beginning of the story and wouldn't be going to the Western Paradise anytime soon.

In August, instructions were issued from above that the national steel production must double.

The order was issued and the whole country responded; steelmaking furnaces were built on the open spaces of Nanluoguxiang.

They work non-stop, day and night, without ever stopping.

The neighbors in the courtyard kept donating ironware, one batch after another.

The three liaison officers do ideological work with the residents every day.

Many residents only had kitchen knives and iron pots left in their homes; they had donated all the household tools they could.

You can't not donate, or people will say you lack moral awareness and label you badly.

The clever Liu Haizhong carried his family's large iron pot and wandered out in a haphazard manner.

The neighbor saw this and cursed him as an idiot, but he was coerced into doing it.

Because, like Li Jiuzhou, they used two pots when building their stoves.

One was donated and one was left over.

That's why Liu Haizhong can confidently roll up his bangs.

Li Jiuzhou ignored it all. He had already donated what he was supposed to donate. He couldn't possibly lower his standard of living just to donate iron.

He doesn't get involved; he just goes with the flow because he can't do anything about it and he won't donate a single one.

Li Jiuzhou dared not voice any objection to such a major decision.

Sha Zhu didn't donate either, he just followed in his senior's footsteps and lived a life of luxury!