Siheyuan: Rebirth of the Silly Pillar, with incredible understanding

"Aunt Zhang, you can start getting food."

After He Yuzhu got all the pots and spoons ready, he nodded towards Aunt Zhang.

After hearing this, several aunts also waved their hands and started getting pickles for the refugees.

In the past, the employees at these relief sites didn't have much interest in these pickles. At most, after they finished serving the refugees, each person would pack a little of the remaining pickles and take them home to eat with their families.

But today we haven't picked up the food yet, and the aunts in charge are all drooling.

The pickles fried here are different from those in later generations.

They are all unknown wild vegetables or very cheap ingredients on the road.

As for the taste, it was cooked by several chefs before this, and that’s what it is.

It's more than enough for the refugees, but it's not a rare item for ordinary city dwellers like them.

Judging from the age, at this time, although everyone's family was not rich and the food was not particularly good, they could at least have enough to eat. They did not need to be like the refugees, so naturally they were not that interested in pickles.

If a few years later, we encounter disasters and have to pay off debts, then life will become truly miserable.

Not to mention pickles, any vegetable that is edible is a good thing and can save lives in critical moments! !

The refugees started getting food, and He Yuzhu also sat on a stone pier aside to rest for a while.

Of course, he was not tired. After all, compared with the workload in the back kitchen of Hongbin Building, this amount of work was just for health.

Just by frying pickles, his cooking skills have improved by a hundred or so points.

The weather had not completely warmed up at this time. He Yuzhu saw these refugees, most of whom were wearing ragged clothes, lining up one after another and receiving pickles. Their faces could not be said to be lifeless, but at a glance, most of them seemed numb.

Nowadays, everything is new, and most people are facing the sun in their hearts. They speak and do things with a flaming enthusiasm. However, there are still a small number of people, but their lives are not rich, otherwise they would not be rich. There is no need to leave home thousands of miles and end up becoming a refugee in these forty-nine cities.

I traveled back through time, and if I didn't have a golden finger and started like this, the ending probably wouldn't be any better than these people.

Thinking of this, He Yuzhu's eyes flashed slightly.

The country's prosperity is the result of the hard work of several generations.

In the era when he traveled through time, materials were abundant, and eating and drinking were no longer things that people worried about, and these were all created by these enthusiastic ancestors.

He Yuzhu considers himself not a great person, but the blood flowing in his bones gives him a sense of belonging to his family and country.

On the basis of ensuring his own living conditions, he will contribute his own contribution to the development of this prosperous country. These are some of the things He Yuzhu is willing to do when he travels to this era.

Of course, in your own way.

"Now I'm just waiting for the college entrance examination to resume next year. After I'm admitted to university, I can better utilize my abilities."

When He Yuzhu was feeling emotional, Qin Huairu came over at some point.

"Zhuzi, your fried pickles are so delicious. I didn't expect you to be so good at your cooking skills at such a young age."

Qin Huairu's eyes were bright, looking at the pillar, she couldn't help but say.

Just now, she took advantage of the break to get food and asked an aunt to get herself a small bite of pickles.

After tasting it, Qin Huairu felt like he had found a treasure.

She ate too many pickles in the countryside.

That's the running water of the table noodles and the iron-clad pickles.

With three meals a day, everything may be lacking, and this pickle plate must be as unshakable as if it were nailed to the table.

In rural areas, people generally have three meals a day.

This is not about being wealthy in the countryside, it is all about doing farm work. Unlike these people in the city, people will really starve to death if their stomachs are not full.

But even after eating pickles for such a long time, Qin Huairu was stunned by Zhu Zhu's mouthful of pickles.

If we could eat this every day, how could we live in heaven?

He Yuzhu glanced at Qin Huairu and smiled softly.

"Sister Qin, whatever I do, it's all taught me well by the master at Hongbin Tower."

Qin Huairu's eyes even brightened when he mentioned Hongbin Tower.

"That pillar, Sister Qin, I want to ask you, working in Hongbin Building, the salary is not low, right? How does it compare to that...Brother Dongxu?"

Qin Huairu was not married yet, so she thought about the title and said.

"salary?"

This woman's shrewdness has been evident since she was a child.

She hasn't even married into the courtyard yet, but she already knows her own situation.

Although Yardang knows that he works in Hongbin Building and eats well every day, no one knows the details of his salary.

After all, as long as he doesn't tell anyone, no one can know.

Naturally, He Yuzhu wouldn't be able to hold on until he was full. He told everyone how much he was getting paid.

The neighbors in the courtyard estimated that He Yuzhu's salary was only ten or two hundred thousand a month.

After all, he is only fifteen years old and has not worked in Hongbin Building for many years. With such a salary, it is not low.

But they don't know that the comprehensive value of He Yuzhu's current salary plus subsidies plus the free food he can bring every day makes even Yi Zhonghai, a senior worker, not as good as him!

"My brother Dongxu is an apprentice now. When he becomes a full-time employee next month, his monthly salary will be at least 170,000 to 80,000 yuan, right? And he will be a regular worker in the factory, and his life will only become more and more prosperous."

He Yuzhu did not directly talk about his income. Instead, he helped Qin Huairu analyze Jia Dongxu's situation.

After hearing this, Qin Huairu couldn't help but smile.

Isn’t that what you said?

She has finally found a good family.

Not only did she marry in the city, but she also arranged a job for herself. In addition, the man was also a formal worker in the factory. With this condition, he would be considered a respectable person when he returned to the village in the future.

"Zhuzhu, look at what you said, aren't you married yet? Wait until next month, then you can come and have fun too."

This is what she thinks in her heart, but Qin Huairu is still a young girl after all, and she still has a little bit of reserve.

After hearing Qin Huairu's words, He Yuzhu subconsciously glanced at her belly.

Lively and lively?

Your house will indeed be quite lively from now on.

I just don’t know if the butterfly effect caused by my time traveling will affect Jia Dongxu’s death.

People here were chatting with each other, and the refugees were also receiving the pickles one after another.

As for the taste... It can be seen from the way these people devoured it that there is really no choice in this pot of pickles today.

Including the aunts at the rescue station, after finishing their work, they would get themselves a bite of pickles as soon as possible.

Take a taste, ha! Those who couldn't help but narrowed their eyes.

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