Transmigration: On the Gossip Front
Chapter 851 - 852: 1960s Quadrangle Courtyard 100

Chapter 851: Chapter 852: 1960s Quadrangle Courtyard 100

Who to look for? At first, Zhang Yu didn’t understand, but soon she caught on.

She reached out to ruffle the little girl’s hair, "Don’t worry, when I look for a partner in the future, he must be good to you."

"And we must investigate his family background. If it’s like Lady Jia Zhang’s, or someone as hypocritical as Yi Zhonghai..."

Even though Yi Zhonghai no longer deals with the affairs of the Siheyuan, everyone still remembers what he once did.

"Also, when I go out to meet friends, I will definitely let you have a say."

"If you don’t like the person, I definitely won’t marry him," Zhang Yu said with certainty.

Ah, when Zhang Li heard this, she was truly stunned, staring dumbfounded at Zhang Yu, "Sis, you don’t have to do this, the important thing is that you like him."

"I must. When others get married, they seek their parents’ approval, but in our case, since our parents are no longer with us, of course, I need to get your agreement first."

"After all, we’ll be living under the same roof. If you don’t like him, or he doesn’t like you, just thinking about it gives me a headache."

"There would be a lot of trouble then."

"Rather than spending energy dealing with these issues, it’s better to focus on studies and work."

"That’s true," Zhang Li said cheerfully, "So sister, do you have someone in mind?"

Although the sister always said she wasn’t of the age to marry yet, it was still possible to start looking around now, to interact with suitable men.

A target? "No." She had no thoughts about it before because she didn’t know whether those people would get involved; naturally, she wouldn’t consider them.

Now that the matter has been settled, but it has also led to a subsequent reaction – everyone is still quite wary of her.

After all, she was the one who burst the bubble. Even if some people benefited from that, they still worry, worried she might turn on them one day.

And most importantly, she’s just too fierce, and not many men can tolerate that.

"No rush. After all, what’s mine will be mine, and what’s not, no amount of scheming will help," Zhang Yu busied herself with processing the fish at home. It would also be sun-dried, but after some simple pickling, the flavor would be even better when sun-dried.

"When winter comes, we can have the pickled fish."

And in winter, it would be good to grow some plants indoors. Not only would it add a touch of green to make things less monotonous, but it could also improve the meals.

Otherwise, in winter, it would either be cabbages or radishes, or sauerkraut would dominate the table – truly sickening from overeating.

Oh, right, when autumn comes, according to Sichuan’s pickling method, we should make some pickles to improve the meals.

As for drying vegetables, it’s not even under consideration – the supply of vegetables is just enough as it is, and drying them would stretch it too thin.

Next year, we could grow vegetables and such in the yard and on the terrace at home, really saving a lot of money.

Zhang Yu remembered Third Master standing at the door, just waiting to cash in on various benefits, pity that the harvest wasn’t much.

Despite having flowerpots and managing flowers well at home, why not plant some scallions, ginger, and such?

She had considered that Yan Fugui’s flowers looked good and the sculpting was nice, wondering whether they could be monetized.

But then she thought, now most people are worried about their next meal, who has the time to consider flowers and plants? The wealthy might think about it, but Yan Fugui couldn’t connect with that circuit.

Zhang Yu went up to the terrace prepared to collect the previously sun-dried fish. Otherwise, who knows who would profit from them at night.

Standing on the terrace, she saw a group of people talking, while Third Master was still attending to his prized flowers.

"Teacher Yan, how come you only thought of planting flowers? Didn’t it cross your mind to plant some onions, ginger, garlic or something? Even growing some green vegetables would do."

Zhang Yu stood on the balcony and called down, "This way you’d have a good harvest throughout the year, which is surely better than just standing at the doorway."

Yan Fugui was taken aback by Zhang Yu’s words. Could this really be done?

Third Auntie snapped back to reality and rushed up to Yan Fugui, "Ah ah ah, you think you’re so clever with your calculations, how could you not have thought of that?"

"Do you realize how much you’ve missed out on?" The thought of the money they could’ve saved on vegetables instantly upset her.

Yan Fugui was also endlessly annoyed, "Right, how did I not think of that?"

"If only I’d thought of it earlier, sigh." At the very least, it could have meant saving more money.

There’s no helping it, with four kids at home, three of them boys, how else are we supposed to get by without being thrifty?

"It’s alright, starting now is just as good. Do you think Lady Jia Zhang wouldn’t have had her eyes on it if you had grown veggies before?"

"She’s famously petty and thieving."

"We already planted scallions and stuff in the garden flowerbed at our place, and we’ve never gotten to eat any of it; it’s always taken by Lady Jia Zhang."

Better not to distress Yan Fugui and his wife so they can’t rest well for a few days. They’re really not from the same world. This couple is truly a perfect match.

And then their kids are also all about scheming. Sigh, it’s a good thing that Yan Fugui is a retired teacher; he gets a decent pension, plus living in such a prime location, they can sell the house and live quite comfortably in retirement.

"I was thinking that after setting up fences, I could plant some vegetables in the yard, over these ten years?" Zhang Yu explains why she had set up the fences in the first place – this was her intention all along.

Everyone listening to Zhang Yu’s explanation just smiled wryly. They weren’t fools; did they not know why she did it?

But since she put it that way, they could only laugh it off; no one wanted to be so blind as to argue with her.

Fierce in a fight, as a newcomer, she had stirred up such a storm at work; they admit they were really no match for her, so it’s better to go along with her.

They are now considering that Lady Jia Zhang has gone to get her "free meals", and even when she gets out, she won’t stay in the courtyard houses. If they want to grow vegetables, they won’t have to be constantly worried.

As for Bang Geng, another one who’s hands aren’t clean, they are really not worried. A brat that size, they can certainly deal with him.

Not to mention that Yi Zhonghai isn’t managing the courtyard houses anymore, and even if he was, no one would do as he wishes.

Everyone feels that this could be considered, "Pity that summer is almost over, otherwise we could’ve planted some loofah or something."

"No rush, we can plant next year."

"And then some eggplants."

Everyone more or less knows which plants yield more. As for whether they will get tired of eating the same thing, they really aren’t considering that.

After all, having enough to eat is already pretty good; why be picky?

"Let’s plant some scallions and stuff for now." After all, these are needed, and buying them would cost money.

Everyone looked up towards Zhang Yu’s family’s balcony, "Her balcony is actually quite spacious. You could grow quite a lot of veggies there."

The people around nodded in agreement, "Right, right, with just the two sisters, how much can they eat? "

That’s what they say, but they also know that no matter how much she grows, Zhang Yu won’t give them any. To ask would mean their relationship isn’t great.

"I’ll go buy some flowerpots and seeds tomorrow." If there’s no advantage to be had, then it’s time to think about what to plant for oneself.