Siheyuan: Relieve stress and relieve worries

Chapter 6 Solving the problem
At the end of August 1951, the middle courtyard of the Siheyuan

The whole hospital meeting was held again. As everyone knows, some are very busy and some are very idle. They are also anxious and want to contribute.

Finally, after the three uncles explained separately, everyone understood. I can’t cook on the big stove, so I’ll cook on the medium one. If the medium one doesn’t work, I’ll use the small one. Anyway, I don’t have to sit around.

Instantly, everyone was excited and threw themselves into the fried noodles business. Even the deaf old lady received some food. In her words, "It's all my heart."

Starting from the second day, the total amount instantly exceeded 10,000 kilograms. Why? Because the food cooked quickly and fried quickly.

At the end of August, the fried noodles were finished and there was no more food. Siheyuan contributed 280,000 kilograms of fried noodles.

Company Captain Zhang and district leaders came and presented the compound with a banner that read "Advanced Siheyuan". They then awarded Sha Zhu, Pang Shi, Widow Wang, and Old Li the title of "Advanced Individual" and each of them was rewarded with an enamel pot and 50,000 yuan.

Seeing that the four of them wanted to refuse and didn't want the money, Captain Zhang said, "This is a reward, this is an honor, it is the recognition of your superiors, you must accept it."

"Old Yi, this advanced courtyard is the honor of each of you. You have worked hard and made great contributions. Especially you three uncles, you have fulfilled your responsibilities as managers. You three are qualified. The next step is the basic investigation and registration work. This must be implemented by everyone. Don't slack off." Company Commander Zhang said to the three uncles in charge with a serious tone.

The three uncles were excited and patted their chests, promising to complete the task.

After Captain Zhang left, the three old men held the banners to admire him.

Xu Damao looked at the award certificate and enamel pot in Sha Zhu's hand, his eyes turned red, and then he saw Sha Zhu's boasting. He burst into tears and ran home.

Xu Wude was very embarrassed. This idiot had put in a lot of effort, and that was what he deserved. Xu Wude took his wife home.

He Daqing ignored his silly Zhuzi and pulled Xiao Yushui back to the house with a heavy heart.

West Wing of the Front Courtyard of Siheyuan
Yang Ruiping is very happy today as all three sons are here. He is ready to show off his cooking skills and make West Lake egg custard, which he heard is his grandmother's specialty.

The eldest brother held Yan Jiekuang in his arms, and Yan Jiekuang ran around him, calling "Brother" and "Brother".

Yan Jiefang suddenly said, "Come and call the master," and Yan Jiecheng went up and kicked him.

"The third brother calls you Master. You are no longer on the same generation as Dad. You call Dad Big Brother?"

Yan Jiefang was stunned, thought for a moment and said, "Don't call me dad, big brother, you are still here, you have to call me second brother."

Just then Yan Bugui walked in and looked at Yan Jiefang, "Second brother, you've grown up now. You should give yourself the status of an elder." Then he ran towards Yan Jiefang.

Yan Jiefang started running around the eight-immortal table, shouting as he ran, "Dad, I was wrong."

Yang Ruiping looked at the four men playing and felt full of happiness.

Although life is hard, being surrounded by healthy family members is happiness for a woman.

After a while, Yang Ruiping prepared the dishes, "braised cabbage with vinegar, stir-fried shredded potatoes, West Lake egg custard, and steamed buns with two-grain flour." The family sat around and started eating.

Yan Bugui also poured himself a glass of wine. He felt very happy. He would be even happier if the principal gave him a salary increase.

Yan Jiekuang seemed to know what he was thinking. He climbed down from the stool and ran to the inner room. Everyone waited and watched, not knowing what he was going to do.

After a while, Yan Jiekuang ran to his father holding a newspaper. His father still didn't understand and looked at Yan Jiekuang in confusion.

Yan Jiekuang pointed at the newspaper and said, "Fried noodles, report it." Yan Bugui seemed to understand and not understand, and took the newspaper.

"Article" As Yan Jiekuang said this, Yan Bugui understood and his eyes lit up.

The eldest son wanted him to write an article to promote the fried noodles. This was feasible, but who should he write about?
"Shazhu", "Auntie Wang", "Auntie Pang", and "Li Dada" Yan Jiekuang continued to inspire.

Yan Bugui felt that the idea was becoming more and more feasible, so he wrote an article called "Fried Noodles Hero".

Yang Ruiping served Yan Jiekuang another bowl of egg custard and carried him back to his seat. "My mistress is the smartest."

Yan Bugui stopped drinking and ate his meal seriously, preparing to think about it for a while.

West Wing of the Central Courtyard of Siheyuan
He Daqing walked into Yi Zhonghai's house carrying two bottles of wine and two bags of braised pork. Yi Zhonghai greeted him warmly, "Daqing, come if you want to. You can bring food with you when you come to my brother's house to drink."

He Daqing was filled with sadness and didn't say anything. Yi Zhonghai saw that he was worried and quickly greeted him.

The aunt prepared the dishes, put them on the table, and went to the backyard with the ones prepared for the old lady. Before leaving, He Daqing stuffed a bag of braised pork in front of her, "From Tianfuzhai, give it to the old lady to try."

After the aunt left, the two brothers sat opposite each other. He Daqing poured a glass of wine for Yi Zhonghai first, then poured one for himself, tilted his head back, and drank it first.

Yi Zhonghai seemed to be thinking about something, "White Widow?" He asked He Daqing tentatively, meaning that whether the White Widow was troublesome.

He Daqing nodded, then shook his head, poured himself another glass, and picked up the glass.

"Brother Siheyuan is close to you. There have been a lot of things going on recently. I don't know what to do. I can only ask my brother for advice. After all, you are Captain Zhang of the Military Control Commission. You can still say a few words."

Yi Zhonghai clinked glasses with him, took a sip and said, "Don't say that. It's fine if it doesn't violate the principles. Captain Zhang is different from us. He doesn't tolerate any injustice."

He Daqing hesitated for a moment, but still said, "The White Widow is one thing. She has no objection to that, but she has children to take care of. As for Shazhu and Yushui, it's a bit more difficult. I didn't dare to tell them that I couldn't marry them into the family."

He Daqing took a bite of beef, took a sip of wine, and hesitated for a while, "That's right, that's right..."

Yi Zhonghai frowned and looked at He Daqing, "What's so hard to say, is the White Widow pregnant?"

"No, no, yes, this is a general survey. I heard that they will check three generations."

"Yes, Captain Zhang specifically said that we need to check three generations, determine their background, and do a good job of distinguishing between the enemy and us. Yes, these are the original words."

He Daqing sighed and drank the wine in one gulp. "My grandfather's master was a royal chef in the palace. He has a name and an official position. He should be able to find it in the archives of the Forbidden City."

Yi Zhonghai was shocked. How could he define his class status? Would he write "feudal remnants"? Then he thought again, that shouldn't be the case. The imperial chef also served people.

I consoled him, "It shouldn't be that serious. The imperial chef is also a servant and is also oppressed. You think too much. I'll go and check it out for you when I have a chance."

He Daqing's eyes lit up, "Thank you, brother. Please help me ask."

"What are you going to do, Mrs. White? Marry her?" Yi Zhonghai asked.

"Let's talk about it later. Let's drink." He Daqing started drinking with Yi Zhonghai.

Backyard backyard

Aunt Li Cuilan walked into the house, set the table and took out the bowls and chopsticks.

He called out softly, "Godmother, it's time to eat."

In the room, the deaf old lady slowly stood up and walked out.

Li Cuilan fetched some water and handed over a towel.

The mother and daughter sat down to eat and cleaned up after the meal. Li Cuilan was not in a hurry to go back.

The deaf old lady looked at her, and Li Cuilan told her about He Daqing and said she would go back later.

It was also said that it seemed like it wasn't just about the White Widow, there was also something about determining one's background.

The deaf old lady was shocked. It was the first time she heard about the matter of determining the composition of the class. She would ask Yi Zhonghai about it later.

However, the deaf old lady whispered to Aunt Li Cuilan, "He Daqing is going to fail."

Li Cuilan looked at the old lady in shock.

(End of this chapter)