Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 79 Buying a Shop

"Crack..."

The video tape rotated slowly, and Sha Zhu sat on the bench in front of the TV, watching intently.

"Cuihua Building is actually the back kitchen of Cuihua Building."

Seeing a three-entry courtyard house that appeared on TV, Sha Zhu was overwhelmed with surprise.

He recognized this place as Cuihua Building.

By the way, the name has now been changed to Capital Restaurant, but only the name has been changed, nothing else has changed.

When he went to Cuihua Building to apply for an apprentice, the master there didn't want him, which made him very angry, and he hated it for several years.

Unexpectedly, today, I could see the back kitchen of Cuihua Building.

Silly Zhu is secretly happy, he must learn all the signature dishes of Cuihualou.

Silly Zhu was happy to see it, but He Xiaoke who was standing behind was depressed.

The more he thought about it, the more he was wrong. Did the videotape be handed over to Lou Xiao'e in person with a silly pillar?
He always felt that Shazhu's thoughts were not on the video tape.

"Hey, eat what's in the bowl, look at what's in the pot, be careful not to catch both ends."

He Xiao turned his head to look at Sha Zhu, and scorned him fiercely.

"Turn off the sound, I'm going to sleep, don't call me halfway."

"You can rest assured to sleep, the designated will not disturb you."

"That's good."

After yawning, He Xiao climbed onto the bed and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

Today is really tiring.

……

When he woke up again, it was already broad daylight. He got up and took a look in the room, but he didn't see Sha Zhu.

"I went back so early, I don't know if he will still cook in the afternoon."

He Xiao felt a little worried in his heart, because he was afraid that Qin Huairu would fool Silly Zhu and continue to cook and sell vegetables.

Shazhu's craftsmanship is quite good, if he accumulates some regular customers, maybe they can really open a small restaurant in the courtyard.

Hiss, it's scary to think about it, this can't make the Jia family make money.

He Xiao couldn't sleep anymore, he tore off his clothes and put them on neatly.

After washing in the courtyard, he returned to the house, pulled out the small suitcase from under the wooden bed, and counted the money.

Mr. Zhao asked for 5000 yuan for the house at the entrance of the street, that is, [-] sheets of Da Tuan. He worked hard for a long time and counted out two thick stacks.

Fearing that he would make a mistake, he took it and counted it again, and he was relieved to be sure that it was five hundred.

Glancing at the small purse, the 1 yuan that Lou Xiaoe gave him at the beginning has almost been spent, and only some foreign exchange certificates are left.

Thinking about it, He Xiao is also a little speechless, how long has it been, and he has almost spent all 1 yuan.

But the money is not in vain.

Two houses in a courtyard, a shop facing the street, plus a pile of huanghuali furniture, maybe in another 20 years, they will all be worth a small goal.

"Bang, bang, bang."

"He Xiao? Are you up yet?"

"Ahem, third master, wait for me for a while."

He Xiao was a little helpless, the third master was hardworking enough, and he really regarded this as his place to work.

He doesn't need to remind him now, every day when he wakes up, it won't take long for the third master to come over as soon as he is sure.

In this video hall, the third master is much more attentive than him.

Shaking his head, he pulled the satchel and put 5000 yuan into it.

After closing the small suitcase, he pushed it under the wooden bed again.

He glanced around and saw that there was nothing wrong, so he opened the door and welcomed the third master in.

"He Xiao, you are carrying a bag, are you going out?"

The third master was a little strange when he saw He Xiao's attire.

"Well, I have something to do today, Third Master, please continue to collect ticket money in the house, please."

……

After instructing the third master a few words, He Xiao pushed the little Suzuki out of the yard.

"Push, burst, burst."

Riding a small Suzuki, when passing by the entrance of the alley, there happened to be a stall selling breakfast, so he stopped to taste it.

The fritters on the stall were a bit poor. He ate one and stopped eating.

But the tofu nao was good, he was not satisfied after drinking a bowl, so he asked for another bowl.

When he was full, he rode a small Suzuki and went straight to No. 13, Xiaoxi Hutong.

……

"Comrade Xiao He, are you here so early? You go into the room, I'll be done in a while."

Mr. Zhao was squatting in front of the faucet, washing up. When he saw He Xiao coming, he hurriedly greeted him.

"You are busy, don't worry about me."

He Xiao was not in a hurry to go in, he wandered around in the yard, and did not follow into the house until Teacher Zhao finished washing.

"You count."

Without talking nonsense, He Xiao opened the satchel, took out two stacks of money from it, and handed it over directly.

"Cough cough."

Teacher Zhao's eyelids twitched, the two stacks of money were really shocking.

His hands were trembling a little, but he took it carefully.

"Xiao He, sit down first."

After being polite, Mr. Zhao walked to the desk and counted them one by one.

After working for a while, he finally counted them all. These two stacks, no more, no less, were exactly 5000 yuan.

Tore a piece of paper from the notebook, he wrote a receipt with a pen, then took out the key and handed it to He Xiao.

"The amount of money is correct. I'll give you the key to the house. Wait for me for a while. Let's go to the Housing Authority."

Looking back at He Xiao, he carefully hid the two stacks of money under the quilt, then took out the house book from the drawer, greeted He Xiao and went out.

Teacher Zhao didn't have a bicycle, so He Xiao had to ride him on a small Suzuki.

"I'm in a hurry to use that house. There's nothing in it, right?"

"No, the street of this house has been used as a warehouse. After it was returned to me, I didn't go to see it. There is nothing of mine in it."

Teacher Zhao sat behind the motorcycle and sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)