Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 79 Buying a shop

"Kaku..."

The video tape slowly turned, and Shazhu sat on the bench in front of the TV and watched intently.

"Cuihualou is actually the back kitchen of Cuihualou."

Seeing a three-in-one courtyard house that appeared on TV, Sha Zhu was so surprised.

What he recognizes in this place is Cuihualou.

By the way, now it has changed its name to Capital Restaurant, but it has just changed its name, and nothing else has changed.

When he went to Cuihualou to apply for an apprentice, the master inside didn't want him, which made him very angry and he held a grudge for several years.

I didn’t expect that today, I could actually see the kitchen of Cuihualou.

Sha Zhu was secretly happy. He had to learn all the signature dishes of Cuihualou.

He looked back at He Xiao, and he carefully hid two stacks of money under the bedding, then took out the book from the drawer, called He Xiao and walked out.

When he had enough food and drink, he rode Little Suzuki and headed straight to No. 13, Xiaoxi Hutong.

The third uncle is much more concerned about this video hall than him.

"Comrade Xiao He, you came so early? You can enter the house first, I will be done in a while."

...

The third uncle was a little strange when he saw He Xiao's dress.

When he woke up again, it was already dawn. He got up and took a look at the room, but he didn't see Sha Zhu.

Afraid that he counted wrongly, he took it and counted it again. It was confirmed that it was five hundred pictures, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Now he doesn't need to urge him. Every day when he wakes up, it won't take long for the third uncle to come over as soon as he wakes up.

Shaking his head, he pulled his bag and put five thousand dollars in it.

He Xiao could no longer sleep, so he pulled his clothes and started wearing them neatly.

"Ahem, Master Third, wait for me for a while."

He was a little worried, and He Xiao was afraid that Qin Huairu would fool Sha Zhu and continue to cook and sell food.

After glanced around, he saw that nothing was wrong, so he opened the door and welcomed the third uncle in.

Hiss, it’s terrible to think about it. This cannot make the Jia family make money.

He Xiao didn't rush into the yard. He walked around the yard until Teacher Zhao finished washing up and then followed him into the house.

...

Without saying nonsense, He Xiao opened his bag, took out two stacks of money from it, and handed it over directly.

The fried dough sticks on the stall were a little bit bad, so he ate one and stopped eating it.

"Bah, eat what is in the bowl and look at what is in the pot, be careful not to catch both ends."

He tore a piece of paper from the notebook, took a pen and wrote a receipt, then took out the key, and handed it to He Xiao.

After closing the small suitcase, he pushed it under the wooden bed again.

After asking the third uncle a few words, He Xiao pushed Xiao Suzuki out of the yard.

After washing up in the yard, he returned to the house, pulled out the small suitcase from under the wooden bed and counted the money.

Two houses in the courtyard, a street shop, and a bunch of Huanghuali furniture, may be worth a small goal in another twenty years.

Teacher Zhao squatted in front of the faucet and was washing up. When he saw He Xiao coming, he hurriedly greeted him.

Thinking about it, He Xiao was also a little shocked. How long has it been before he almost spent 10,000 yuan.

"You are busy, don't worry about me."

"He Xiao? Are you getting up?"

"That's good."

Teacher Zhao's eyelids twitched. These two big stacks of money were really shocking.

When riding a little Suzuki, when passing by the entrance of the alley, there was a stall selling breakfast. He stopped to taste it.

"The money is correct, I'll give you the key to the house. Wait for me for a while, and we'll go to the Housing Management Bureau now."

"You turn off the sound, I'm going to sleep, don't call me halfway through."

Sha Zhu was happy to see it, and He Xiaoke, who was standing behind, became depressed.

"He Xiao, I'm carrying my bag, are you going out?"

"Bang, bang, bang."

I took a look at the small leather bag. The 10,000 yuan that Lou Xiao'e gave him had already spent almost the same amount, and only some foreign exchange coupons were left.

Sha Zhu's craftsmanship is very good. If he accumulates some regular customers, they might be able to open a small restaurant in the courtyard.

"Ahem."

He Xiao was a little helpless. The third uncle was diligent enough and really regarded him as a place to go to work.

But the money is not spent in vain.

"Don't worry, you can't disturb you."

...

Teacher Zhao asked for 5,000 yuan for the house at the entrance of the street, which was 500 yuan. He worked hard for a while and counted two thick stacks.

The more he thought about it, the more wrong he was. Was this videotape handed to Lou Xiao'e personally with Sha Zhu?

He always felt that Sha Zhu’s thoughts were not on this video tape.

After being polite, Teacher Zhao walked to the desk and counted one by one.

He Xiao turned his head and looked at Sha Zhu, and looked at him with a bit of contempt.

But tofu is good, he was not satisfied with one bowl, so he ordered another bowl.

"You count."

"Split, sprinkle, sprinkle."

"Well, I have something to do today. Third uncle, please continue to collect tickets in the house. Please trouble you."

His hands were trembling a little, so he took it carefully.

"Xiao He, you sit down first."

"I went back so early, and I don't know if he still cooks in the afternoon."

After working hard for a while, he counted all of them. These two stacks were not much or less, and it was exactly five thousand yuan.

After yawning, He Xiao climbed onto the bed and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

Today is really tiring.

Teacher Zhao didn't have a bicycle, so He Xiao had to ride a Suzuki to carry him.

"I'm in a hurry to use that house. Isn't there anything from you?"

"No, this house has been used as a warehouse. After I returned it to me, I have never seen it. There is no one in it."

Teacher Zhao sat behind the motorcycle and sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)