As night falls, every house in the courtyard lights up.

He Yuzhu... No, he should be called Yi Yuzhu now.

After Yi Yuzhu had dinner at Yi's house, he wiped the oil from the corners of his mouth, said to his aunt, "Mom, I'm going for a walk," and left Yi's house with his hands behind his back.

Thinking of today's meal, Yi Yuzhu was secretly glad that he had made the right choice.

Tonight, in order to celebrate Yi Yuzhu becoming a son, Auntie specially cooked an egg for Yi Yuzhu and fried a plate of peanuts.

Yi Yuzhu has only had one kind of food in the fence these days, and that is Xishui.

Xishui is to boil a large pot of water, put two small spoons of stick noodles in it, and stir it with a spoon to make Xishui not look like clear water.

Even with this kind of Xishui, each person can only get a spoonful, and they can't even fill themselves with water.

Yi Yuzhu had suffered so much for so many days. When he encountered such a sumptuous meal, he naturally wanted to feast on it, but he was full.

Wandering to the middle courtyard, Yi Yuzhu was about to join the crowd under the old camphor tree when he suddenly saw Xu Damao's house with dark lights, and suddenly felt a little strange.

Where is Qin Jingru?

In the evening, he also saw Qin Jingru chatting with her neighbors at the door of her house.

Qin Jingru has no relatives or friends in the capital, and is timid by nature. She rarely leaves home at night.

Where did she go today?

Just as Yi Yuzhu was doubting, a burst of laughter came from beside him.

"Hey, hey, tell me, when Yi Zhonghai and Yi Ma pass away, will Yi Yuzhu be their dutiful son?"

"Of course it is. I didn't see that his name is Yi Yuzhu now, not He Yuzhu!"

"Hahaha....."

Amidst the laughter, Silly Zhu felt embarrassed, curled his lips and muttered in a low voice: "You are jealous that I have become the son of a great uncle. Yi Zhonghai is an eighth-level fitter, and his salary is ninety-nine yuan a month, and all these

The house will belong to me, Yi Yuzhu, in the future, so you can be envious!"

After saying that, he hummed a little tune and left with satisfaction.

....

Qin Jingru, who had been attracted by Yi Yuzhu just now, was currently lying on the fire bed of a house in the suburbs of Beijing.

Her face was flushed, there was dense sweat on her forehead, her hair was sticky to her scalp, and she was panting heavily. It was obvious that she had just experienced a tragic war.

Beside her, Wang Weidong was shirtless, took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, lit it, took a deep breath, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Qin Jingru's strength is getting stronger and stronger. If he hadn't come up with five kung fu skills, he might not be her opponent.

Smoking comfortably, Wang Weidong stretched out his arms to hold Qin Jingru.

"You just said that Xu Damao took two more gold bars and planned to give them to the secretary named Huang?"

"Xu Damao has been doing things behind my back since he knew that I objected to his association with the man named Huang. He didn't explicitly say that he was giving it to the man named Huang, but before leaving home, he told me that he was going to drink tonight and it might be very late.

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Now only the secretary named Huang can get him to give gold bars and drink with him."

Qin Jingru said this and let out a long sigh.

Ever since Wang Weidong said that the secretary named Huang might be a liar, Qin Jingru had been trying to persuade Xu Damao not to daydream.

Qin Jingru didn't feel sorry for Xu Damao, but for the Xu family's money.

She is now Xu Damao's legal wife, and Xu Damao's money is her money.

She couldn't just watch the money being cheated away.

It's a pity that Xu Damao was crazy about becoming an official. Instead of listening to Qin Jingru's words, he started to use the gold bars left by Lou Xiao'e.

Ha, it’s really hard to persuade the damned ghost with good words.

Wang Weidong grabbed Qin Jingru's hair and smiled: "You don't have to persuade him anymore. He won't listen to you. It's best to find a way to find out the details of the person named Huang."

"The man's name seems to be Huang Renfa, and he lives in Zhuxianqiao Hutong. Xu Damao told me this once when he was drunk."

Zhuxian Bridge...Huang Renfa, Wang Weidong silently remembered this name and address in his heart.

Since Xu Damao is willing to take out those little yellow croakers, it would be better to take advantage of himself than to take advantage of this yellow croaker.

When Wang Weidong thought of this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Qin Jingru turned over and faced Wang Weidong. The two of them could feel the heat coming from the other side.

"Brother Hong Chang, you haven't heard yet, Si Zhu has changed his name."

"What? Change your name?"

Wang Weidong was a little surprised and sat up straight. As a result, Qin Jingru could only sit up as well, and the two of them spoke frankly to each other.

"Yes, his name is Yi Yuzhu now and he has become Yi Zhonghai's son. It is said that in a few days, Yi Zhonghai will hold a grand ceremony to adopt his son. At that time, he will definitely invite all the residents of the compound to come. You go

?"

"Go, of course, I want to see the difference between Yi Yuzhu and He Yuzhu..."

Wang Weidong was also stunned by Shazhu's cool moves.

In order to become someone's son, he even changed his surname. The bottom line for a fool in this world seems to be lower.

....

Time is like a man in his thirties, getting shorter and faster.

In a blink of an eye, the day came for Yi Zhonghai to adopt his son.

This time, Yi Zhonghai put in a lot of effort to completely tie Fuzhu to him.

The invited guests include not only the residents of the courtyard, but also factory leaders and street office officials.

Of course, Yi Zhonghai has other little plans. Since he is going to hold a big banquet today, these people must not be empty-handed when they come. As long as they are smart in their calculations, they will definitely make a lot of money.

Speaking of calculations, Yi Zhonghai knew that he was not as noble as Yan Bugui, so he entrusted the banquet to Yan Bugui.

Of course, this kind of commission is not free.

Yi Zhonghai needed to pay Yan Bugui 50 cents for his labor, and allowed Yan Bugui to take his family to eat and drink for free at the banquet, and also allowed Yan Bugui to take the remaining meals home.

Yan Bugui was naturally overjoyed and accepted the task. After Huang Xiaocui became pregnant, his family's expenses were too high. Every fish he caught went into Huang Xiaocui's mouth. Yan Bugui and the third aunt had not had any fish for half a month.

I need a feast to enjoy myself, and I can also get paid.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others, Yan Bugui can be considered to have professional ethics, and he quickly helped Yi Zhonghai plan the details of the banquet.

First of all, there is the issue of gifts. In this era, the gifts given by neighbors for weddings and funerals are usually 1 yuan. Yi Zhonghai feels that this amount of money is a bit small, but it is just enough to cover the cost of the banquet.

He also pointed out that he could make a lot of money by hosting banquets!

At this time, Yan Bugui came up with a good idea, put it in Yi Zhonghai's ear, and muttered it for a while. Yi Zhonghai's eyes widened with excitement, and he praised Yan Bugui on the spot for his shrewd calculation.

The second is the issue of banquets. When hosting banquets in this era, people usually go to a state-owned hotel to set up a few banquet tables, and everyone has a lively meal.

But as a result, the cost will be relatively high, and a banquet will cost at least ten yuan.

There were no big round tables in this era, and restaurants had square tables that could only seat six people. Even if they were squeezed together, they could only seat ten people. It was just too round, and the Yi family couldn't make any money at all.

Of course Yi Zhonghai was unwilling to adopt this approach.

So Yan Bugui came up with an idea: he could invite the cook to the courtyard and then prepare a banquet himself.

If it were all vegetarian dishes, a table of dishes would cost only one yuan and fifty cents.

Although Yi Zhonghai wanted to make more money, he thought that there were also factory leaders and street office officials participating this time, so he shouldn't go too far, otherwise it would have a bad impact on him.

So we decided to add a meat dish to each table, and the cost was two yuan.

Even if there are six people sitting at a table, he can still earn four yuan.

....

Since Si Zhu was the protagonist of this feast and was not suitable for the position of cook, Yan Bugui had no choice but to invite Nan Yi from the machinery factory.

Moreover, I took several children at home to buy vegetables and meat from the vegetable market.

After working hard for a few days, today Yan Bugui was finally able to set up a table in front of the courtyard and start collecting gift money.

Early in the morning, a resident came back from outside and saw Yan Bugui sitting there, and asked curiously: "Third uncle, what are you doing!"

"Today is the day when Lao Yi accepts his son, and there is a banquet to be held." Yan Bugui said, pointing to a few 1-dollar bills placed next to him: "Did you see it? The gift is 1 yuan for each family."

1 yuan is a normal price. The residents originally thought that Yi Zhonghai would take advantage of the opportunity and bite off a piece of meat from their bodies. But now that they saw that it only cost 1 yuan, they didn't hesitate much.

"Third uncle, write down my name."

After handing over 1 yuan, the resident asked casually: "Where is the banquet held? Quanjude or Donglaishun?"

"What are you thinking about? You only have 1 yuan, and you still want to go to a big restaurant?" Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses frame and said seriously: "Now that domestic materials are scarce, the higher-ups advocate diligence and thrift. In order to respond to the call from the higher-ups,

Uncle Yi decided to hold a banquet by himself in our compound."

"Do it yourself..." The resident's face instantly turned ugly, and he muttered in his mind: Why are you responding to the call from above? It's obviously to save money.
To be continued...