Chapter 128 The Age of the Working Class

arrive home,

He Yuzhu and his sister poured water from the stove to wash their faces, while Widow Bai couldn't wait to pull He Daqing aside to ask about the results.

"What do you think, Lao He? What did Zhuzi say? Does he agree with you teaching Qingshan the craft?"

Seeing how anxious the White Widow was, He Daqing immediately started to boast about his achievements.
"Zhu Zi originally disagreed.

It took me a lot of persuasion before he agreed to teach Qingshan the craft.
But he said he would wait until you give birth to the baby, and then give it to him along with the title deed to Qingshan."

When the White Widow heard that she was going to give birth to another child, she became very angry.
But she hid it well.

He Daqing was standing right in front of her but he didn't notice anything at all.

Seeing that the father and son were so strict in their conditions, Widow Bai couldn't help but waver for the sake of her son's future.
Looking at her slightly troubled face, He Daqing continued to increase his stakes while the iron was hot.
"Zhu Zi said Qingshan is not young anymore. If you get pregnant, send him to Lao Yan's school in the second half of the year to learn how to read and write.

Once you learn more words, you will be able to learn skills faster in the future."

Widow Bai didn't care whether Li Qingshan was educated or not. Her husband was a technician at a steel mill, so he was educated enough. But he still died in an accident.

It's better to be a cook like He Daqing.

It's a bit rough, but it's safe.
Anyway, she had never heard of any chef being killed by a pot.

However, the White Widow agreed that knowing more words would help her learn a craft, and finally gritted her teeth.
"Okay, you keep your word."

Seeing that the White Widow agreed, He Daqing nodded frantically.
"Of course, you'll give him brothers and sisters, and Zhuzi will have nothing to say when the time comes."

Upon hearing this, the White Widow glared at him.
"Bah! Stop using your son as a shield. I don't know what you are thinking."

Seeing the White Widow's posture, He Daqing felt as if his bones had lightened. If He Yuzhu and the other two were not still in the room, he would have wanted to have sex with her right there and then.

Seeing the two interacting,

Although He Yuzhu didn't hear what they said,
But when I saw He Daqing's stupid look, I knew there was a reason why there had been no news for half a year after his marriage.

As for whether the White Widow gave birth or not, he was too lazy to care. He Daqing was enjoying it, so what could he say?

The next day, Fengze Garden began trial operation.

But the effect was not very good, which made Luan Xuetang sigh.

"Hey, those high officials in the city are either dead, escaped, or imprisoned.

We are not familiar with the new military control committee cadres who have come to the city.

I don’t know what they like to eat.
When will Fengze Garden's business be able to return to its former glory? "

Seeing Luan Xuetang sigh, He Daqing and the other chefs said nothing.

As for apprentices like He Yuzhu,
No right to speak.
After Luan Xuetang finished sighing, he began to solicit everyone's opinions.

"Master Guo, Master He, tell me what we should do next. Should we host a banquet for the cadres from the Outer Districts 1 and 2 to build some relationships?"

Seeing Luan Xuetang asking, Master Guo and the others said,
"Boss, we have more or less come into contact with all the bigwigs in Beiping, both in the black and white worlds, and we still have some connections with them.

But the military control committee officials had only been in the city for a short time, and we didn't know any of them.
There is no way to build relationships.”

"That's right, boss. There's really nothing we can do about this. We don't even know the person."...

Seeing several chefs talking about their difficulties, He Daqing subconsciously glanced at He Yuzhu. Seeing his son shaking his head at him, he kept his words to himself.

Then he also complained to Luan Xuetang.

Seeing that no one was able to do anything, Luan Xuetang was also at a loss and had to let everyone go off the early shift again.

On the way home, He Daqing looked at He Yuzhu with some confusion and asked,
"Zhu Zi, the comrade Lin Zheng we met that night seems to be the leader of the Public Security Bureau who shot Han Qingkui two days ago. Comrade Li Hongying is also the director of our street government.
Why didn't you let me tell the shopkeeper?

If it is good for Fengze Garden's business, the shopkeeper will definitely not forget us."

Seeing that He Daqing was so depressed that he left the house, he asked,
He Yuzhu smiled and explained to him,
"The shopkeeper didn't know the military control committee officials and didn't know they weren't keen on enjoying themselves.

I will not accept invitations to dinner or try to establish a relationship with him.

Dad, you have had some contact with the cadres of the Military Control Commission. You now have the same idea as the shopkeeper.
The shopkeepers had been dealing with officials from the Beijing government for many years.

Isn't this idea more deeply rooted in our minds than in yours?
And this is what I fear,

If I go to invite Brother Lin and Director Li, what do you think of me? If I can't invite anyone, will the shopkeeper think that we are not doing our best?
We should not get any benefits but end up eating the spoils instead, which makes us lose out on both sides.”

After listening to He Yuzhu's statement, He Daqing could not help but nodded.
“That’s right. Our family has finally established a connection with the cadres of the Military Control Commission, so we certainly can’t let the business of Fengze Garden be ruined.

But Zhuzi, you are being too absolute.
Whether it is the headquarters or the military control committee, there are always corrupt officials, more or less problems. "

Although he knew that what He Daqing said was right, He Yuzhu didn't want to argue with him about this discordant issue.
"Anyway, I don't know such a person, let alone invite him."

When we returned to the courtyard, we found that it was just like the New Year. The workers from Yi Zhonghai's steel rolling mills were all smiling from ear to ear.

"Hey, what's going on today? Whose family is having a big happy event?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw He Daqing and his two sons coming back, and Liu Haizhong, who was obsessed with power, immediately showed off.
"Old He,

You don't know,
Today we received a notice to go to the steel mill,

As soon as we reached the gate, the soldiers on guard saluted us!"

At this point, Liu Haizhong himself gave a not-so-standard military salute, recreating the situation at that time.

"like this,
It scared us at the time.
I thought to myself, no matter if it was just a small life or those soldiers in the superior’s office, there is no reason for a soldier to salute us peasants.”

But as soon as he finished speaking, Yi Zhonghai scolded him.
"Old Liu, pay attention. What soldiers are they? They are PLA comrades, soldiers of the people.
You think they are those former soldiers."

Perhaps he was in a good mood. When he heard Yi Zhonghai scolding him, Liu Haizhong not only did not get angry, but he happily admitted his mistake.
"Yes, yes, yes, I said the wrong thing, I said the wrong thing."

After Liu Haizhong admitted his mistake, Yan Bugui said with some jealousy,

"Old He, you don't know yet,
When Lao Yi and his team came back just now, they were carrying over 100 kilograms of millet, saying it was relief food given to the workers by the factory.

I went to Lao Yi's house and saw that Xiao Mi was really nice."

On the other side, Jia Zhang's face was also full of smiles.

"Not only that, not only is there relief food, Dongxu also has a salary now. Our family has finally established a firm foothold in the city."

(End of this chapter)