Chapter 311 Some are happy and some are sad

Coming out from the militia station,

He Yuzhu couldn't help but laugh when he thought that the leader of the military region was actually this guy Li Yunlong.

Then he planned to buy some vegetables and bring two bottles of sweet potato wine to visit the military district in a couple of days. He thought that he would not be kicked out by Li Yunlong like Ma Yongqiu.

Having made up his mind, He Yuzhu walked towards Fengze Garden.

As soon as he passed through Zhengyang Gate, he once again felt the prosperity of Qianmen Street, which was unusual compared to other places in Peking City.

People on the street were crowded with people, coming and going in every corner of the street, and from time to time they went into various shops of all sizes on both sides of the street to buy their favorite goods.
The owners and employees in the shop were also shouting and promoting their own products.

In some of the more famous

There are more than 10 traditional retail stores, such as Dayou Grain Store, Daoxiangcun Food Store, Tongrentang Chinese Medicine Store, and Liubiju Soy Sauce Factory.
Not only is the original sign hanging on the door lintel, but the company's joint venture logo is also hung on both sides of the gate.

They were the first batch of joint venture pilot units that the Beiping Military Control Commission had already decided on before the State Council promulgated the "Provisional Regulations on Public-Private Joint Ventures in Industrial Enterprises" in September this year.

The main reason for this was their influence in Beijing.

They plan to use these time-honored brands to carry out publicity and promotion of public-private partnerships.

Unlike the employees and apprentices who became masters almost overnight, the private managers of these time-honored brands also had smiles on their faces.

But there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

But whether it is the guys in the store or the customers coming in and out, no one cares too much about these businessmen.

Keep going forward,

When He Yuzhu arrived at the intersection of Qianmen Street and Zhushikou Street, he saw that the area near the overpass further south was very busy.

Along with the cheers of men and women, the melodious sound of an organ was heard from the crowd.

Then, He Yuzhu saw two old men walking towards him from the overpass, cursing, so he asked curiously,
Hearing his authentic Beijing accent, the two old men shouted angrily,

"My dear, please judge for me.
In the past, there were all kinds of artists on our Tianqiao side, including opera singers, street performers, wrestlers, and crosstalk artists.

Ever since those old Russians came, well, everything has become a shaman dance.

And the Russian dances, men and women arm in arm, I've had enough of them."

After hearing the two old men's complaints, He Yuzhu knew why it was so lively ahead.

It feels like a bunch of young people are dancing with those Russian big brothers.

So he smiled and replied,
"Uncle, this shouldn't be possible. Those Russian guys aren't bad people. They're not bothering anyone by singing and dancing on the overpass.
If you want to listen to opera, then listen to opera. If you want to listen to crosstalk, then listen to crosstalk.
Just don't disturb each other."

Just as he finished speaking, he saw the two bosses turned around and pointed at the overpass.

"Listen, listen, their broken piano is so loud, how can we hear others singing opera or crosstalk?
If I could hear it, I wouldn’t go home at this time.”

"Yes,
The loudest sound on the entire overpass is from their organ, which can be heard everywhere.

I'm telling you, boy.
Don't learn from them in the future. The stuff the Russians have is far inferior to what our ancestors passed down.
I don’t know why those young people like it so much.”

It doesn't matter if it's the old Russians now or the Mi Lijians sixty or seventy years later,
Strictly speaking, the songs and dances they brought over can actually be considered a form of cultural invasion.
He Yuzhu actually didn't like it very much. Hearing the two old men complain that the sound of the instruments was too loud and disturbed them, He Yuzhu thought about it and guided them a little.
"My dear gentlemen, the sound of their organ is not that loud. It is far inferior to the suona played at weddings and funerals in Beijing.
Are you right? "

When they heard He Yuzhu praising their ancestors' suona, the two old men immediately raised their heads with pride.

"Of course not. Suona is the national treasure of our Great Xia.
No matter whether it is a wedding or funeral, no matter how lively you make it, if there is no suona to liven up the scene, everyone will always feel that something is missing.

This is something that no other instrument can compare to.”

"It's Xia Xia Yingtao, the old man from our alley.
That suona player is just amazing. If he comes to the overpass and plays a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, he will beat these old Russians."

As the two old men talked, their eyes became brighter and brighter.

Then he stopped paying attention to He Yuzhu and walked towards his home while discussing, apparently he had some ideas.

Looking at the backs of the two old men, He Yuzhu nodded with a smile.

Then he no longer cared about what was happening on the overpass and turned around and walked towards Fengze Garden on Meishi Street.

Although it was still some time before dinner time, there were not many customers eating at Fengze Garden.

However, the employees are still busy preparing for business as usual.

As soon as He Yuzhu walked into the gate of Fengze Garden, a service staff from the lobby came over to greet him. As soon as he said welcome, Luan Xuetang, who was looking at the account book at the counter, also looked over.

Then he shouted with some surprise,

"I thought there was a guest coming so early today, it turns out it's you, Zhuzi.

When your father came to work just now, didn't he say that you would come in the afternoon?
Have you dealt with the militia matters?"

Seeing that Luan Xuetang was still reading the account book in his original position, He Yuzhu smiled and nodded and said,

"Yes, Manager Luan, the militia's affairs have been dealt with, so I rushed over without stopping.

Fengzeyuan has developed quite well in recent years, with so many new comrades."

Hearing He Yuzhu mention the development and growth of Fengze Garden in the past few years, Luan Xuetang, who had placed deep feelings on He Yuzhu's half-life's hard work, nodded continuously.

I am quite proud of my decision to stay in Fengze Garden.

"Haha, Zhuzi, let me tell you, our Fengze Garden is now the undisputed number one restaurant in Peking.
The Badalou, Badachun and Badaju are now far behind our Fengzeyuan.

I wonder how many people are proud to work in Fengze Garden.”

At this point, Luan Xuetang patted his forehead and said with a little annoyance,

"Oh my, look at my memory.
You are still calling me "Zhuzizhu" here. I have to call you Manager He now, right?"

Hearing Luan Xuetang mention this, He Yuzhu quickly said modestly,

"Shopkeeper, please stop saying that. You watched me grow up. Just call me Zhuzi like before."

(End of this chapter)