Chapter 47 Jia Zhang is insane
Hearing Jia Zhang scold Yi Zhonghai for being shameless,

Jia Dongxu, who had just returned from giving the gift to Yi Zhonghai, knew that she was afraid that the son of the White Widow would compete with him for the property in the future.

Li Qingshan is not only Yi Zhonghai's godson in name,

He is the stepson of He Daqing.

Even if the deaf old lady changes her mind and leaves the property to Yi Zhonghai, Li Qingshan will have a much greater advantage than himself.

It would be strange if Jia Zhang’s defense wasn’t broken.

But Yi Zhonghai is still my master. If outsiders knew that I had framed him like this, I would be in big trouble.
So Jia Dongxu had to persuade him against his will.

"Mom, don't talk nonsense. When I became his disciple, my master never agreed to let me take care of him until his death.

Isn't it written in the deed?

After leaving the master's house, he followed the disciples as they pleased, leaving the cold and heat, disasters, and disasters to fate, fleeing south or north, without asking the master for anything."

Hearing Jia Dongxu's words, Jia Zhang also felt a little aggrieved.

In her opinion, her son was definitely the most filial son in Maoer Hutong, not to mention in the whole Shichahai.
At least he is much more filial than that idiot He Yuzhu who split up the family next door.

I said it so bluntly at the beginning.

But for some unknown reason, that damn Yi Zhonghai just wouldn't agree to let his son take care of him in his old age.

If we had decided on the name earlier,

She was not afraid that the opportunity to eat the old man Yi Zhonghai would be snatched away by her nominal godson.
Now look what happened, this kind of trouble has happened out of nowhere.

But Jia Dongxu is also right.

The most important thing for their family now is to become a master. Once they become a master, they will become formal workers.
Only with wages can my family regain a foothold in the city.

Otherwise, I can go back to the countryside to farm.
Either he would lie on the side of the road or be thrown into a mass grave like Gao Shigui and those bastards.

When she thought of this consequence, Jia Zhang couldn't help but tremble.

Then he cursed and put He Yuzhu on the spoon.
"That damned Gao Shigui, who beat my old Jia to death, deserves to be shot and eaten by wild dogs in the mass grave.
……

That stupid boy Zhuzi is really lucky.
I just got three big tiled houses last month. After only being an apprentice for a year and a half, I can cook in the kitchen.

Those people in Fengzeyuan are really blind.

Poor my Dongxu,

I was about to graduate, but now I have to start all over again with Master Yi."

When Jia Zhang said this, his mind was opened up, and he suddenly said to Jia Dongxu,

"Son, I think Zhuzi's luck started after that little bastard Xu Damao hit him on the head with a rock.

Otherwise, I will throw a stone at you.
Smashed.

You can also be as lucky as Zhuzi,
By then, not to mention eating out the family of Old Yi, we might even be able to eat out the family of the old lady in the backyard."

Seeing that Jia Zhang was so mad that she wanted to hit herself on the head with a stone, Jia Dongxu was overwhelmed.
For the sake of his own life, he hurriedly advised,
"mom!

What are you thinking? What's the point of throwing stones at me? That's what Uncle He and Aunt He deserve for serving the old lady.

We haven't done anything at home.
Even if you throw a rock at me to death, the old lady will never give me the house."

When Jia Zhang heard her son say the word "death", she finally came to her senses.
You know, they have had many children over the years, but they only raised this one.
Just as Lao Jia passed away, something bad happened to Jia Dongxu.
She couldn't survive.

"Eh,

Forget it, Lao Yi should just accept him as his godson.
The most important thing for our family right now is to keep our jobs.
It would be right to wait until you become a regular worker, then get married and have a few big fat boys.
If you are like the old lady and have no descendants, then no matter how many houses you have, they will belong to other people.”

Seeing that Jia Zhang had returned to normal, Jia Dongxu also breathed a sigh of relief and then promised,

"Don't worry, Mom. I will serve my master and his wife well and strive to become a master as soon as possible. Then I can marry a wife and have a son."

the next day,
He Yuzhu got up from bed early and went to the vegetable market with He Daqing to buy vegetables.
The vegetable market at this time was as depressed as other places in Beijing.
The scattered shops and stalls and the sparse customers all tell of the harm that soaring prices have done to the economy and ordinary people.

The market was too depressed, and the vendors all looked very sad.

The father and son bought 4 chickens, 3 large pork elbows, 5 jin of pork belly, 2 carps, and vegetables such as cabbage, cucumber, tomato, eggplant, loofah, and potatoes.

Then he returned to the courtyard.

On the way home, He Yuzhu saw that the materials he bought today were different from those from Fengzeyuan yesterday, so he asked a question.

At this time, He Daqing explained,

"Zhu Zi, a good cook should be able to make good dishes no matter what ingredients are at hand.

Of course, soup stock is not static.

The guests of Fengze Garden are all well-known figures in the city, so naturally they have to use a variety of ingredients such as old chickens, old ducks, elbow bones, etc. to make the soup.

When we make home-cooked meals at home, chicken and pork elbows are enough.

Oh, there is one more thing you need to remember.
Pork cannot be used in halal dishes, and it is best to use only chicken and duck when making soup.
In other words, we don’t have a secret recipe to remove the fishy smell, otherwise we could learn from the chefs in Niujie and use mutton and mutton bones.”

After hearing He Daqing's explanation, He Yuzhu nodded, indicating that he understood.

After breakfast, the water on the stove was ready.
He Yuzhu picked up a kitchen knife, caught an old hen and started killing it for soup, while He Daqing rummaged through the drawers and prepared himself to go find the White Widow to get the certificate.

"Zhuzi, stay home and watch out for the rain. I'm going to go find your Aunt Bai. We'll have to move after we get the certificate.
Don’t forget to make lunch.”

Hearing what He Daqing said, He Yuzhu raised his head and smiled.
"I understand, Dad. You should take it easy. Ask the neighbors to help Aunt Bai move, and then hire a car.
Don’t hurt your back.”

Hearing this, He Daqing glared at his son, then walked out humming a little tune and shaking his head.

After taking a look at He Daqing's back, He Yuzhu also started to get busy.
Not long after, Xu Damao, Liu Guangqi and others came running over from the backyard, squatting beside the big wooden basin with drooling eyes, looking at the old hen in his hand.
"Zhu Zi, are we having chicken tonight? Boiled or braised?"

"Hey! Hey! Be careful,

My mouth is watering!"

After teasing a few people, He Yuzhu smiled and said,

"As for what to eat, ask my father when he comes back. Uncle Xu and Uncle Liu have already given gifts, so yours will definitely be included.

Oh, I remember today is only Friday.
Why are you staying at home instead of going to school? Did you commit some serious mistake and get expelled from school? "

Xu Damao rolled his eyes and retorted,

"You were just expelled from school.
The teachers at our school went out to the streets to hold banners, so they didn’t have time to look after us today, so they just let us be.”

Hearing that the teachers from the school were on the street again with banners, He Yuzhu took a special look at the front yard and asked with a smile,

"What's going on?

There hasn't been anything that has angered the people recently, right? Why would you go out on the streets with banners?

"Has Uncle Yan gone?"

(End of this chapter)