Siheyuan: Start with senior technicians

Chapter 108 Backhand
When Silly Zhu heard this, his eyes widened and he grinned.

"Brother Yang, let me tell you, you can't trust that guy Xu Damao. It turns out that he has a back-up plan, so I'm relieved."

"Well, when you usually deal with Chun Cao, you should be a little more polite and don't let your emotions take over.

If Xu Damao wants to punish you one day, Chun Cao will also warn you. "

Yang Weibiao understood all the arrangements.

Liu Haizhong has Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu as his informants.

Xu Damao has spring grass watching over him, so it's basically no problem.

As for Yan Bugui, the scholars' rebellion has not been successful for ten years, and Yan Bugui's pattern of digging and searching cannot be revived.

"understand!"

Silly Zhu smiled again, almost finished smoking, and left happily.

Who knew that as soon as he arrived at the middle courtyard, he saw Yi Zhonghai coming out of the house.

"Si Zhu, did you just go to Yang Weibiao to discuss it?"

"No, I have something to do with Xu Damao!"

Silly Zhu didn't mention Yang Weibiao, this can't be a lie.

"Then what do you think about what I said before? As a human being, you can't just think about yourself."

Yi Zhonghai wanted to make a long speech again. He had instilled in Sha Zhu the idea of ​​taking care of the elderly and helping neighbors for many years.

"Master, I think it's better to forget it. Mrs. Jia and Zhang are not in a hurry, so don't worry about it.

Look at the old lady, she has never troubled others. "

Silly Zhu became shrewd and knew how to use the deaf old lady as an excuse.

"Silly Zhu, this is different. The Jia family's house will collapse if it is exposed to the rain like this."

Yi Zhonghai saw it and was anxious in his heart, but after what happened before, he didn't dare to take the lead in repairing the house, so he wanted Silly Zhu to come forward.

"Master, repairing the house is not a trivial matter. Even if everyone is willing to help, it will cost a lot of money. Who is willing to pay for it?"

Silly Zhu can also settle accounts. The materials are not expensive in the countryside, but if you find someone to transport them to the courtyard, the labor is not cheap.

There is also the need to hire masons, which cannot be done by one person. Two people have to be hired, and meals have to be included at noon.

With this cost and a little more money, it is enough to buy a room.

Isn't this a disguised form of buying a house for Jia and Zhang? Who would be happy?
Yi Zhonghai bit it and said in a low voice: "You take the lead, I can advance the money first, just say it's from you, and then ask everyone to donate appropriately."

Silly Zhu was shocked when he heard this, "Master, if you can't do this, why are you helping Jia Zhang?

This really doesn't work, you should find someone else. I've spent all the money I saved on getting married, and no one would believe me if I took it out.

Well, I have something else to do, so I’ll leave first. "

After Silly Zhu said this, he ran away. He thought that the uncle was crazy. Since he wanted to help, why not buy Sister Qin a room or pay the rent.

"Ugh!"

Yi Zhonghai sighed, feeling that Sha Zhu had changed after marrying his wife and was no longer suitable for him to provide for him in his old age.

Silly Zhu quickly pushed the bicycle and left with his wife. He did not plan to come back tonight and would go directly to work in the factory tomorrow.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was noon, and the Yang family's hot pot was served in the kitchen. The butter hot pot had a strong smell. If it was left in the house, the smell would not dissipate for a long time.

Because I had to take care of several girls, I only put half a packet of seasoning in the bottom of the pot, and mixed it with chicken broth and fermented glutinous rice.

It tastes good and not too spicy.

In addition, put more sesame oil in the dipping water and rinse the ingredients to relieve the spiciness and make it more fragrant.

"smell good!"

Yu Haitang looked at the pot and couldn't bear it anymore.

"Brother Yang, is this your fault? You're doing better than my brother."

He Yuyu's cooking skills are also very good, but she was blinded when she saw this kind of hot pot. She had never used butter.

"Well, that's right! The main thing is that the ingredients are complete. Come on, let's try the fat cow and lamb first. They can be eaten after they are boiled."

Yang Weibiao asked the three of them to use chopsticks. Only when there are many people eating hot pot will the atmosphere be more exciting.

When he was sure it was ready to eat, Yu Haitang quickly picked up a piece of fat beef with quick eyes and hands, but put it into his brother-in-law's bowl.

This made Yu Li's chopsticks stop in the air, and finally put them into Yang Weibiao's bowl.

"Eat on your own, there's enough food for today."

Yang Weibiao's expression remained unchanged. As the head of the family, he would eat first.

This bad habit exists in every household. As long as the food is served, the head of the household usually eats and drinks first.

When all the dishes are ready, the women who cook them can serve them to the table. Some of them are even eaten in the kitchen before they can be served.

He took a bite now, and it tasted like this.

The base ingredients of hot pot seem to be about the same. In fact, if you eat more, you will find that the taste of each hot pot is slightly different. Some are more fragrant, some are more spicy, some are sweet, and some are more numb.

There will be differences just because of the different proportions of seasonings. In hot pot restaurants with good business, the bottom of the pot is not so prominent, and they pay more attention to public taste and put more thought into the dishes.

"Brother Yang, this hot pot is so delicious."

He Yuyu can tolerate spicy food, and with the taste of butter, it just feels too fragrant.

"If it tastes good, eat more. You need to gain some fat to look good."

Yang Weibiao thought of He Yuyu being too thin in the original drama, so he said it casually.

"Ok!"

He Yuyu responded, not sure if it was too spicy, but seemed to be blushing a little.

"The duck blood is ready."

Yang Weibiao's attention was already on the pot. He didn't like duck very much, but duck blood was an exception. It was a perfect match for hot pot, and it was also cheap.

They were eating hot pot in the backyard, but the smell spread far and wide, making the children in the yard next door almost cry.

In the middle courtyard, Mrs. Jia Zhang was holding a steamed bun in her hand, sniffling, and suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"Whose family is doing this, it's so delicious. Isn't Shazhu gone?

Oops, you are really greedy for me. I can’t live this life anymore. "

Jia Zhang looked at the leaky shabby house at home, with only a little food left. She could survive for a week at most, and she didn't know what to eat for the remaining two weeks.

If it doesn't work, I can only use a few yuan of my salary to buy food stamps or some sweet potatoes on the black market.

But she still wants to save money and eat meat.

Other residents in the courtyard also smelled the aroma. Some of them had eaten meat today, but because they had just been paid, they suddenly felt that the meat in the bowl no longer smelled good.

But he said that Yang Weibiao and the four of them were in the kitchen, sweating profusely from eating. It was already a hot day. They were eating hot pot and drinking some fermented glutinous rice wine. It shouldn't be too beautiful.

Fermented glutinous rice wine is also called rice wine or sweet wine. It is said that the alcohol content is low, but this is actually wrong.

If less cold boiled water is added during brewing, the final wine yield will be very low. Ten kilograms of rice will only yield four kilograms of rice wine, which is more expensive than grain wine.

When scooping, you have to push down the floating mash to scoop out the rice wine mixed with some mash.

If you drink it directly, it tastes very good, but if it exceeds half a kilogram, it will make you feel slightly dizzy, but it will not cause a headache. It will make you almost tipsy, not intoxicating.

Yang Weibiao drank a large bowl and felt a little tipsy, but he felt more sober. The so-called ancient poets needed this kind of low-alcohol wine to brew their emotions.

"Mom, what does this smell like? It's so fragrant."

"Mom, I want to eat, woo woo..."

At Xu Damao's house, Da Zhuang and Xiao Zhuang started to make a fuss, and Xiao Zhuang even cried.

It was also because Xu Damao was not here at noon that he dared to make such a fuss.

Chun Cao knew that the smell came from Yang Weibiao's house. "You two, just be satisfied. There are eggs in this bowl, and there are some slices of bacon left for you.

Mom finally brought you to the city, so you have to be obedient, you know. "

Chuncao had been married twice before. The man she married the second time was pretty good to her and loved her two sons, but he left early.

At her age, she just wanted to bring up her two children well so that they would have someone to support them in their old age.

"I know, Mom, but it smells too good. Is Uncle Yang making delicious food at home?"

Da Zhuang is also very smart and can guess which family in the courtyard is having the best life.

"Well! You have to be obedient, especially to your Uncle Yang. In the afternoon, Mom will find a chance to ask what your Uncle Yang did. It's so delicious."

Chuncao herself was greedy when she smelled this smell, let alone the children, but she knew the right thing to do. If she came to the door at this time, what kind of person would she be.

"Mom, Banggeng said Uncle Yang is a bad person."

Xiao Zhuang suddenly said something.

"You guys should stop playing around with me. Uncle Yang found a job for my mother. He is a good person.

If mom doesn't have a job, can you eat eggs and meat?

I have already remembered it with my mother. Anyone in this courtyard can be offended, except you, Uncle Yang, or you will go back to the countryside. "

Chun Cao had a straight face. She loved her children, but she never doted on them. As long as she made mistakes, she would really dare to beat her, but she would also be willing to do so.

"I know, Mom."

The two brothers nodded, but they were still greedy, so they had no choice but to smell the food and scoop it into the bowl.

Almost at the same time, the front yard stalker was also making a scene!

"Mom, what does this taste like? I want to eat it."

Banggeng's mouth is drooling and he is so greedy.

"Don't be greedy. This is the condition of our family. Your father is gone and your grandma burned down the house. It's good to be able to eat."

Qin Huairu was also good at Tai Chi and managed to draw out the hatred.

Banggeng immediately yelled: "Mom, it's grandma's fault."

"Yeah, blame your grandma."

Qin's mother said that she and Jia Zhang were not going to deal with each other. She had tried to drive her away before, but the house was burned down.

The hot pot scene lasted for nearly two hours, and all four members of the Yang family had finished eating.

Yang Weibiao thinks that hot pot can be used as a special reception dish, and the response will definitely be enthusiastic.

"Brother-in-law, there are still leftovers. Let's eat them tonight."

Yu Haitang was full, but the taste was simply irresistible.

Yang Weibiao shook his head: "Not at night. It's easy to get angry if you eat them continuously. Make a clear soup with the remaining ingredients at night."

"Then there's still so much oil in the bottom of the pot!"

Yu Haitang opened his eyes wide, feeling that his brother-in-law was going to waste again.

Sure enough, Yang Weibiao said: "I poured it secretly. The oil in this hot pot is too thick. I can't hold it after eating too much. I secretly took it out and threw it away at night."

This is normal operation. The hot pot base will not taste right the second time you cook it.

Although some hot pot restaurants are unscrupulous and use old oil, they only take the floating oil and water, boil it over high fire and refine it, and then use it again.

This kind of old oil will absorb the flavor of various ingredients and make it very fragrant, but its shortcomings are obvious. Most people will get stomachaches after eating it.

"All right!"

Although Yu Haitang felt distressed, he was still obedient.

"Don't worry, I still have the hot pot base. Let's have it again in two or three weeks."

Yang Weibiao plans to customize a batch of mandarin duck pots or Jiugongge, which will make the food more interesting.

After the meal, there was nothing left for him to do, and the women took care of it.

Old men have to thank this era. Many men have never cooked when they get old. Can you believe it?

Can you believe that you can support a family by earning thirty or forty yuan a month and become a big boss?

Even if you can get ten working points every day, your family status will be at a disadvantage.

At this moment, he wanted to compose a poem and accumulate more. Maybe he could participate in the poetry competition next year and be the best.

After a long while, he held back a sentence, "It's 10,000 light years from Boya Tower to the steel rolling mill, and that's just the starting point of our dreamless journey!"

"Wow, brother-in-law, is this what you thought? That's great!"

Yu Haitang happened to come over to deliver tea when he heard this little poem that didn't quite sound like poetry and thought it was too artistic.

Yang Weibiao smiled and said: "I would like to give this poem to my beloved, er, my lovely Begonia!"

"Brother-in-law, is this really for me?"

Yu Haitang's voice was sweet and naive, and she was extremely happy.

"Uh, taste it carefully, then step back!"

Yang Weibiao didn't bother to say more. There was a big problem with this poem. It seemed positive, but it was actually a mouthful of poisonous milk.

After Yu Haitang returned to the house, he didn't think about it and couldn't help but read it to He Yuyu.

Yuyu was also shocked, "Brother Yang came up with this, it's so good!"

"That's right. It sounds exciting and positive."

Yu Haitang's eyes were full of stars. This was given to her by her brother-in-law.

After a while, He Yuyu came to his senses and said, "This little poem is very good, but if it were given to you, it wouldn't be so good."

"How to say?"

Yu Haitang quickly asked.

"Haitang, the Boyata in the poem refers to Peking University. Most of us girls' dreams are to be admitted to Peking University.

From Peking University to the steel rolling mill, the starting point of the road to lost dreams. Doesn’t it mean that you failed to get into Peking University and ended up in a steel rolling mill? Your dream of going to college was shattered. Being a worker is a new starting point. "

He Yuyu drank this mouthful of poisonous milk and felt a chill in his heart.

"What? I couldn't get into Peking University in the first place. Wouldn't it be better to go to a steel rolling mill?"

Yu Haitang's head is also okay, and his defense power is high.

He Yuyu thought for a while, and it seemed that this was really the case.

After they put away the dishes and chopsticks, they couldn't sit still. They went out together and gave this poem to their classmates. They seemed to waste money together and make Yang Weibiao famous.

The biggest feature of modern poetry is that it has no format, which directly lowers the threshold. Everyone can write poetry as long as they have hands.

But if you want to be outstanding, you must pay more attention to the artistic conception, and the second is the rhythm. At least it must be smooth when you read it, and the tune must not be stuck.

Another thing is to have sustenance, which is called "image", such as Xu Zhimo's "Farewell Cambridge" and Tagore's "Life is Like a Summer Flower".

Yang Weibiao has been studying modern poetry in the past few months, and finally concluded that it was just nonsense. If you can't write it, why can't you imitate it? Just make a few changes.

The next day, when Yang Weibiao was reading the newspaper in the office, he was suddenly shocked.

There is a poem on it called "Gift to Students", isn't it the poisonous milk he gave to Yu Haitang yesterday.

It was actually reported, and the author's signature was "Poet Wei Biao." This was a double entendre, leaving him speechless.

What made him even more unexpected was that the poem became inexplicably popular and appeared in different newspapers in the next few days.

It also attracted many comments!
A professor from Peking University commented: "This song is presented to students, and it cleverly uses the Boya Tower. It is the tallest building in Peking University, but it is actually a water tower. It educates people with water, and it has profound meaning!

The scenery of Boya Tower is beautiful, and the scenery of Peking University is even more beautiful. "

(End of this chapter)