"Okay, little brother, if you have something to do, go ahead and do it."
"However, your cooking skills are indeed great. I smell them better than those from the Eighth Building."
"In the future, if you have time, come to my hometown and help me cook a meal. As for the payment, you don't have to worry, the old man can still afford it."
Zhang Yu nodded and agreed. At first glance, this old man was not an ordinary person, nor was he as simple as an ordinary Manchu.
It is very possible that he is a descendant of the Eight Banners, and also a descendant of the upper class of the Eight Banners.
These descendants who stayed in Sijiu City have many priceless good things in their hands. Although Zhang Yu does not want anything from a certain uncle, but the uncle insists on giving it, he will have to accept it reluctantly.
"Okay, sir, I'll come when I have time."
"You old man, please go back to your house and rest. Such a cold weather is not very friendly to your body."
The uncle nodded.
"Okay, please go slower on the road."
"Hey! Sorry for your concern, I will take the first step."
Zhang Yu pushed the car out of the alley and rushed home.
When I returned to the compound, I was stopped by Yan Bugui again.
"Happy New Year, Zhang Yu."
Yan Bugui took the lead in greeting Zhang Yu.
This startled Zhang Yu and he quickly replied.
"Happy New Year, Mr. Third."
Seeing Yan Bugui sitting on the stool, shivering, Zhang Yu couldn't help but ask.
"It's such a cold day. If you don't stay warm inside, what are you doing here?"
Yan Bugui couldn't bear the cold anymore, so he stood up and stretched his muscles, and then he felt a little warmer.
"What else can I do? I'm waiting for you here."
Zhang Yu was a little confused when he said this, how could he be involved in this?
"No, third uncle, if you have something to say, just say it, don't be careless."
"The fact that you are here has nothing to do with me. I didn't ask you to be here. Don't accuse others unjustly!"
Yan Bugui knew that Zhang Yu had misunderstood, so he quickly explained.
"I didn't say anything, don't worry."
"Zhang Yu, I'm here to beg you today."
"Look, schools are now open, but I haven't received a notice to resume work."
"Isn't your father-in-law Principal Yuan? Could you please ask why I didn't receive the resumption notice?"
Oh, so that’s what happened!
"Third uncle, you'd better ask yourself about the work resumption notice."
"After all, this is one of your duties. I'm a humble person and can't ask you anything. You have to do this yourself."
After Zhang Yu finished speaking, he pushed the cart towards the backyard.
Yan Bugui grabbed Zhang Yu's handlebars.
"Zhang Yu, third uncle, please."
"You also know the situation of the third uncle's family. If we don't start work, our whole family will have to suffer from the northwest wind."
"I know that this matter has embarrassed you. It's not that the third uncle came to you because he had no choice but to ask."
Zhang Yu was also annoyed by Yan Bugui, but no matter how annoyed he was, Zhang Yu couldn't choke him out.
"Stop, stop, stop, third uncle, can you just listen to me first?"
When Yan Bugui heard that Zhang Yu had something to say, he immediately stopped fussing and stared at Zhang Yu, wanting to hear what Zhang Yu had to say.
"Third uncle, let me ask you, have you ever visited my father-in-law in person?"
Yan Bugui shook his head, and felt that there was something wrong with this question. Just as he was about to explain, Zhang Yu stretched out his hand to interrupt him.
"Don't speak yet, wait until I finish."
Yan Bugui could only shut up and continue to listen to the next words.
"Third uncle, since you didn't receive the notice to resume work, didn't you go to the school and ask?"
Yan Bugui shook his head again, also wanting to explain, but Zhang Yu didn't want to listen and continued to interrupt Yan Bugui.
"Third uncle, this position of teacher belongs to you, right?"
Yan Bugui nodded.
"Then since it's your own, and since you heard the news about the resumption of work, why did you go to the school to consult about it as soon as possible?"
"On the contrary, I feel at ease, waiting at home for the school to send you a resumption notice."
"Haven't you ever thought that since you know about the resumption of work, isn't this a notification to you?"
"As far as I know, it's been a long time since school started. You've been carrying it at home like this. Does this count as absenteeism?"
"If you are eager to resume work, you should not tell me these things here. Instead, you should visit my father-in-law at home. This is the sincerity and attitude you should have."
"In the final analysis, I am just a son-in-law. Do you think I can do his old man's job?"
Yan Bugui was silent for a while and shook his head with difficulty.
There is a difference between a son-in-law and a son. They can not speak freely about everything.
However, Yan Bugui also knows what he has to do.
"Thank you Zhang Yu, I know what to do."
As he spoke, he took out a handful of peanuts from his trouser pocket.
"Zhang Yu, you also know that the third uncle's family is poor, and he is reluctant to buy tobacco and alcohol. These are the peanuts I bought for the Chinese New Year. Don't be too little."
Zhang Yu looked at a handful of peanuts, somewhat reluctant to pick them up.
To think that with Yan Bugui's temperament, he could take out a handful of peanuts, it is considered a big loss.
He reached out and took the peanuts, not forgetting to tell Yan Bugui
"Okay, I'll keep it then."
"You'd better implement what I said as soon as possible. After all, it's not far before school starts."
Yan Bugui nodded, and Zhang Yu pushed the cart into the middle courtyard.
Yan Bugui hurried back home and rummaged through the cabinets to find a pastry ticket.
I held it in my hand and thought about it for a long time, then I made up my mind and put it in my trouser pocket.
When the third aunt saw Yan Bugui find the pastry tickets and put them in her pocket, the third aunt immediately became anxious.
"Hey, Lao Yan, what are you doing? Why are you taking pastry tickets!"
As he spoke, he reached out and took out the pastry ticket.
Yan Bugui waved his hand and knocked his wife's hand off.
"What do you want me to do? I have to go to Principal Yuan tomorrow. If I don't get something, how can I be embarrassed to come to ask for help?"
The third aunt didn't listen to Yan Bugui's explanation at all. She hadn't eaten a few pastries in these years, so she couldn't make others so cheap.
"Ouch! You can go if you want. You can't bring anything else! You have to bring pastries."
"Wait a minute, I'll cut you two taels of meat, and the price won't drop!"
Yan Bugui saw his wife pushing him and immediately became unhappy.
"Can you please stop making trouble? Do you want me to be laid off and let our family suffer from the northwest wind?"
"Don't you know that school has resumed work now? If Zhang Yu hadn't reminded me just now, I would have known that I have been absent from work for almost a year."
"If I don't get something, go and beg Principal Yuan. Do you think Principal Yuan might still want me?"
"Without this pillar of support, our whole family will starve to death just because of your stingy eldest son."
The third aunt also lost her temper. She said this as if she was not allowed to go to work.
"Why are you arguing with me? Am I the one who won't let you go back to work?"
"It's not you. You have to stay at home and wait for the school to notify you. How can you miss work for a year?"
"Since you have something serious to do, why don't you tell me angrily and I won't treat you like this?"
Yan Bugui felt that his majesty as the head of the family had been challenged.
"Look at you, just when I was about to tell you, you just kept talking."
"I've told you now, and you're still angry with me. Do you want to go hungry?"
"If you want to eat, just shut up. I will take care of my own affairs."