He Yuzhu is the head chef at the steel mill cafeteria. The people in his courtyard call him “Silly Zhu.”
He isn’t actually stupid. He’s just been honest and straightforward since childhood, always willing to lend a hand when anyone is in trouble.
No one knows that inside this thirty-year-old body lives a soul from the twenty-first century.
In 2000, twenty-year-old He Yuzhu, a culinary school graduate, woke up to find himself lying in a rundown room in a Beijing hutong in 1951.
His father had run off, his little sister was only seven, and he had just a few coins in his pocket.
He had never watched that TV drama: it wouldn’t air until 2015, and when he transmigrated, there wasn’t even a script. So he didn’t know Qin Huairu or Xu Damao, and he had no idea what would happen between him and Lou Xiao'e, the daughter of a capitalist.
All he knew was this: in this era, it’s hard to be a good person, but someone has to do it.
He has memories of a previous life, but no script for his fate.
He knows how everyone else’s story ends, but can’t predict his own.
Courtyard Life: Growing Toward the Sun, a life longer, warmer, and more human than the original story.
The original intention of writing this book was simple - I felt suffocated watching the original drama. Silly Pillar is too good, so good that there is no bottom line, so good that the audience feels wronged for him. So I let a time traveler live in his body, with memories of past lives and a sense of boundaries for modern people, but I haven't read the script. He won't predict the plot, but he knows that this era is not easy. He helps the Jia family, but does not let Qin Huairu control his money; he waits for Lou Xiao'e, but does not delay his life; he quarrels with Xu Damao when he should, and saves when he should. This is the kind of silly column I want - kind, but not stupid. Some people may say that a short-lived family is too plain, but I think the real power is hidden in those daily things - an iron box, a bowl of braised pork, and a person who can't wait. This book may not be cool enough, but it's true enough. First of all, I would like to thank all the food and clothing parents ❤️