Siheyuan: Shazhu Smashed the Iron Rice Bowl

In 1953, in the courtyard of No. 108 Nanluogu Lane in Sijiu City, people were coming and going on the old street with gray bricks and gray tiles. He Yuzhu's mind was groggy, and someone kept talking in his ears - "Fengzeyuan is doing a good job, why do you want to fight with others? Your job is ruined! You, Uncle Yi, met people in the steel rolling mill and are recruiting cooks in the canteen. You must seize this opportunity." Memories came in, and He Yuzhu's eyes suddenly widened: Fuck, I have become a fool? Who are the people living in this courtyard? He knows too much. But this was 1953, the ticket era had not yet arrived, and those three years were still far away.