When approaching the courtyard, Zhang Yu found a dead end and took out the things he wanted to take home this time from the system.
There was very little fresh pork at this time of the year, so in order not to attract attention, he took out two pieces of bacon weighing about 5 kilograms each, two kilograms of sausages, about ten pieces, and two old hens.
Zhang Yuzhi was able to take out these two chickens. He could say that when he was watching TV series before, he was too impressed by the scene Xu Damao did.
These cured meats can be said to have been made by the villagers when they were killing pigs many years ago, and they have been kept until now.
I took it out because I needed money.
Maybe it's because he wants to grow taller during this period. He has been feeling cramps in his legs recently, so he took out a small bucket of milk. There are many people in the family, so they can definitely drink it in one day. After drinking the milk, the bucket is still there.
Can be used to put other things.
Zhang Yu returned home with large and small bags of satisfaction. This purchasing task finally gave him a reason to subsidize his family.
When someone asked, they said that they found someone to exchange them in the countryside. Nowadays, the inspections are not so strict, and exchanges are still allowed.
"Auntie, I'm back."
The door was not closed, and my sister-in-law was sitting at the door waiting for him. When she saw him, she stood up quickly.
"What are you doing? You're back so late." Zhang Guifang felt relieved when her nephew came back.
"Auntie, Angkor took me to the countryside temporarily today to participate in the procurement task. Because time was tight, I didn't have time to tell you."
"You've only been working for a few days, why are you going out shopping with me?"
"This purchasing task is relatively simple, so Angkor wants to take me to see and learn." After Zhang Yu said that, he handed the things in his hand to Zhang Guifang: "Auntie, please take the things in my hand.
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Looking at his large bags and two cages in his hands: "What are you carrying? So many?"
"After today's procurement task was completed, it was still early, so Angkor and the others went to find people to buy and exchange things. I thought it was idle to be idle, so I went with them. This is what I gained today." Zhang Yu said.
Then he showed Zhang Guifang what he was holding.
Zhang Guifang saw something protruding from his hand, and quickly pulled him into the room together with the things in his hand, and then quickly closed the door.
Just now he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he asked in disbelief: "Did you buy these in exchange?"
"Of course, sister-in-law, look at how good these two pieces of bacon and sausage look. They only smell fragrant and have no other taste." As he spoke, he put the bacon in his hand towards the tip of Zhang Guifang's nose.
Zhang Guifang smelled it carefully, and found only the aroma of meat and aniseed. You must know that knowledge in this era was not circulated enough. Unlike the Internet in later generations, a lot of knowledge would be circulated online, so people in later generations felt that this knowledge was not a big deal.
In this era, secret recipes are still taken very seriously. Many secret recipes are passed down from male to female, from inside to outside, and they would rather be lost than spread casually.
The method of curing cured meat in many places is usually very simple, just add salt and hang it, so there will always be some cured meat that is not well cured and smells strange.
My sister-in-law touched and touched everything Zhang Yu brought back, thinking about where it went.
The two hens received the best treatment. My sister-in-law urged her uncle to fix the chicken coop with wooden boards overnight, and made a food basin for it from an old bowl that she had never been willing to discard. Zhao Wenzhuo was a little exaggerated at first, but after the third
The next day I saw the two eggs I picked up from the nest, and they smelled really good again!
Only half of the bacon and sausages were left, and the rest was going to be used for the hothouse banquet, which they and their families were planning to do together.
I was still worrying about what to cook, but now I have not only the main dish, but also a few meat dishes for the rest.
As for the milk she brought back, Zhang Guifang was not willing to take it out, but divided it among Zhang Yu and the other children.
In Zhang Guifang's eyes, milk is a good thing.
Since the supply has been reduced, the milk provided on the streets has often been intermittent, and the amount is much less than before.
Zhang Guifang originally thought that her nephew was not in good health and left some more for him, but Zhang Yu refused on the grounds that it was hot now and he would not be able to drink it until tomorrow.
In order not to waste anything, everyone drank milk until they were full. Then they held their stomachs with great enjoyment and discussed how to make hothouse wine, how many people to invite, how many dishes to cook, and who should be invited and who should not be invited.
Zhang Yu had a day off tomorrow, so he also participated and put forward his own opinions on which chef should be invited to take charge.
"Sister-in-law, I heard that He Yuzhu from the yard next door has started working as a chef. He is now working as a chef in the cafeteria of the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. Otherwise, please contact him." If you get in touch with him more and build a good relationship, you can ask some questions about him and the people in their yard.
What is his relationship like, who might be jealous of him, who might frame him...
"He Yuzhu, who is it?"
"It's the one who lives in the main house next door and lives with a girl." Zhang Yu reminded.
"Oh, you're talking about Silly Zhu. I'm used to hearing Silly Zhu shout out his name, and I still can't react for a while."
Zhang Guifang patted her forehead and continued: "I just know that his father He Daqing is good at cooking, especially Tan's cuisine, but I don't know how many levels he has learned?"
"I think it's okay. I've eaten his food several times in the cafeteria and it tastes okay." Zhang Yu is still very confident in He Yuzhu's craftsmanship.
"Okay, I'll go look for him in the yard next door later and ask him if he'll take the job."
After discussing the banquet in the greenhouse, Zhang Yu turned the topic to the courtyard next door. To be honest, he was always a little curious about the courtyard next door.
"Sister-in-law, I always feel that the courtyard next door is weird. Can you tell me about it?"
"You are still young, why are you asking about this?" Looking at several pairs of expectant eyes, Zhang Guifang sighed: "Forget it, you have reached the age where you should take charge of your own affairs, so I might as well tell you something to avoid being plotted against.
But if you know some things, you are not allowed to talk about them casually."
"We promise not to tell anyone. Sister, tell me quickly." In order to please Zhang Guifang, they also made a pot of tea and brought it to her.
"Actually, only a few old neighbors who have been living here know about this. Take Silly Zhu just now, for example, why did his father run away in the first place? He really liked the white widow, so why not just marry her? He also ran away with others.
Protect the city!"
Zhang Guifang took a sip of water and continued: "You must know that Tanjia cuisine is one of the official dishes. Tanjia cuisine is the family banquet of Tan Zongjun, a bureaucrat in the late Qing Dynasty. Because it was the second best dish in the second year of Tongzhi, it is also known as the "No. 2 dish." There are many ingredients and they are very precious.
Ordinary people can't afford it. Think about it, did He Daqing only make banquets for ordinary people before the founding of the People's Republic of China?
It’s not just for ordinary people, but who does it do for? So before dividing the ingredients, he ran away with the widow, leaving a good ingredient for He Yuzhu.”
“Several of the elders in the courtyard were established by the sub-district office and various courtyards in the early years when police resources were insufficient.
In the beginning, it was to prevent enemy agents. At that time, anyone who walked around the house would be stopped and interrogated. Inside the compound, you could not see anyone without looking up. It was more convenient to have a management steward in each compound.
Some trivial family matters can be resolved in the hospital, saving police resources.
I stayed here after that, but the one in the courtyard next door is a little special." Zhang Guifang's eyes were full of strangeness when she thought of some of the strange things that had happened in the courtyard next door over the years.
"The most troublesome one is the Jia family. After the man in his family died in an accident, Jia and Zhang organized a group of people to go to the factory to cause trouble.
In order to look good, the factory not only lost money but also kept the job to Jia Dongxu. But in fact, the man from the Jia family did not die on the job at all. He died because he took a private job halfway.
And his original job was also taken over by his uncle's family. After his uncle's accident, the children at home were young, so Jia Dongxu's father could only take over.
Before taking over, it was agreed that the child would be sent back when he was old enough, but as you can see, now it is Jia Dongxu who takes over. His uncle's children came and made trouble several times, but in the end, the factory coordinated and gave another point.
Zhang Yu listened to a lot of past events, and his mind was attracted by these. He hastily laid down some noodles, washed up and went to bed.
Lying in bed thinking about what my sister-in-law said, it was really eye-opening.
In the past, when I watched TV, I just felt that something was wrong in Qingman Courtyard, but I didn't expect that there were so many unknown things hidden in it.
In particular, the affairs of the Jia family gave him a lot of knowledge. It stands to reason that after Jia's father passed away, because Jia Dongxu was still young, the street once arranged manual work for Jia Zhang, and he could earn at least more than ten yuan a month for doing it.
But she refused. Every time she handed in a job, she was procrastinating, and the quality was not good. Gradually, she stopped taking jobs. The vacant jobs were naturally assigned to people who needed them more.
Moreover, what puzzled him in the original drama was that Jia Zhang was not registered in the city. You must know that when the plot started, she had been in the city for many years.
After so many years, it was impossible to have a chance to transfer to the city's registered permanent residence. Only now did he know part of the reason.
It turns out that from 1949 to 1953, rural household registration would allocate land, and each person in the household registration would have a share of land. In order to take advantage of this, the Jia family gave up converting their household registration to urban household registration. At that time, only Jia's father transferred his household registration.
Later, the commune system was implemented in the countryside, where the working people collectively owned and managed the food collectively. The Jia family received food from the countryside, but in the final analysis, they were still too lazy to participate in labor.
However, urban residents are subject to food rationing, and only one person in the Jia family can receive food. At this time, it is difficult to change the situation.
What makes him even more strange is that many people have the impression of a master, but as far as he knows, an eighth-level fitter is a very powerful existence nowadays.
When he graduated in later generations, he once wrote a paper, "On how good is the eighth-level fitter?", so the status of the eighth-level fitter is relatively clear.
When he checked the information, he found that before the 1990s, there were not many people with the title of eighth-level fitter.
It was not until the 1990s that a large number of eighth-level fitters appeared.
This is related to the national economic policy at that time. In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, we learned from the division method of the former Soviet Union. An eighth-level fitter represented the national technical elite.
Moreover, this industry requires the most hard work and talent. Most people may not reach this level after working hard for decades.
But now, through his work at the Red Star Rolling Mill these days, he has discovered that being an ordinary fitter is already a very respectable and enviable job.
Take the grain ration as an example. The general ration is 23 kilograms for residents, 26 kilograms for cadres, and 32 kilograms for middle school students. However, the basic rations for workers at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill can reach 45 kilograms for processed grain.
There are various indications that being a fitter in this era was a great job.
On the basis of ordinary benchwork, level eight fitters must master the machining performance, cutting performance of various metal materials and the production and repair of various cutting tools.
In the age before computers, practical problems could be solved solely by relying on your own brain, a pair of hands, a hammer, a wrench, a vise, a hacksaw, and a file knife.
The manufacturing of our country's first-generation submarine, first missile, first atomic bomb and first space satellite would not have been possible without the hard work of the eighth-level workers.
You know, in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, level eight fitters made atomic bombs by hand. The most awesome level eight fitter, Senior Li, loaded uranium balls into the atomic bomb.
In addition, the salary of level 8 workers is also very enviable, 108 yuan per month, which is several times that of level 1 workers.
With his status as a level 8 fitter, a big man cannot be the villain that some people describe him to be.
Thinking about it, with the slightest doubt, Zhang Yu slowly fell into sleep. If he couldn't figure it out, let time solve it.
"The system starts signing in today."
"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully signing in. You will receive two yuan in cash and fifty meters of oil paper."
Seeing the oil paper obtained by signing in, Zhang Yu immediately thought of its use.
He didn't know if plastic sheets were available now, so he didn't dare to take out the plastic sheets he used to sign in. Now that he has oil paper, he can grow vegetables in winter.
I took it out and looked at it. It is very resistant to folding, has good waterproof performance, and has good light transmittance.
He planned to build the edge of the flower bed with adobe bricks to a height of about 1 meter in late autumn, insert some bamboo on top, and cover it with two layers of oil paper.
On top of the oil paper, lay a layer of felt made of straw to create a simple greenhouse.
In winter, it would be best to plant some freeze-resistant vegetables such as leeks.
Before he finished thinking, there was a knock on the door. He Yuzhu came early in the morning to check what dishes were available at home, and planned the menu in advance based on the vegetables and meat available.
"Brother Yuzhu, drink water."
"I'm not thirsty. I came after breakfast. You don't have to work anymore, Xiaoyu. I came here to see in advance what dishes you have prepared? Let's discuss what dishes to cook?" He Yuzhu stopped Zhang Yu's hand from holding the cup.
"Brother Yuzhu, I don't know much about this. It's all up to you to make the decision today."
He Yuzhu was very happy for the trust of Zhang Yu and his family, and patted his chest: "Brother Xiaoyu, don't worry, I will definitely use my best skills and will never lose your face." Since He Daqing left, he has been very happy.
I haven’t had a banquet in a long time.
Many people think that he is too young and do not believe in his skills and experience. Today he must make a name for himself.
The greenhouse banquet was successfully completed with the cooperation of He Yuzhu.
According to the quality of the relationship, gifts are given, and Uncle Zhao records the gifts given by each at the door. With these records...