Siheyuan: Xu Damao's New Life

Xu Damao was a little puzzled when he heard the knock on the door. Who would knock on the door so late at night? But he still walked over and opened the door. "Who is it?"

A tall and thin figure quickly rushed into the room and closed the door. "Brother Damao, it's me, Yushui." He Yushui said in a low voice.

"Oh, it's Yu Shui. Are you here today because you've received a reply regarding your father's matter?" Xu Damao said as he invited He Yu Shui to sit on the stool beside the table.

"Yes, Brother Damao, my dad wrote back to me a week ago, but I haven't seen you come back. I've been on vacation recently and have been at home. Today, I saw you coming out of Third Uncle's house, so I followed you here." He Yushui took out a thick envelope and handed it over, "Here, it's a letter from my dad, Brother Damao, take a look."

Seeing that He Yushui had given his permission, Xu Damao didn't hesitate and shook the envelope. Several sheets of letter paper and a lot of documents fell out. Xu Damao picked up the letter paper and started reading it.

He Daqing's letter said a lot of things, expressing his guilt towards Yushui. He also said that he had misjudged Yi Zhonghai and cursed Yi Zhonghai for being a bad person. He thought he was a brother. It turned out that He Daqing found a job as a chef soon after arriving in Baoding. Because of his outstanding skills, he soon became famous. Gradually, many people came to him to cook for them. He Daqing took out ten yuan from his private money every month and sent it to He Yushui. Because he felt that Shazhu was unreliable, he asked Yi Zhonghai, who had a good relationship with him before, to collect it on his behalf.

Unexpectedly, Yi Zhonghai was such a person. He secretly withheld the money and only took out a little to help the brother and sister occasionally. When the brother and sister were in the most difficult time, they almost starved to death, but our sanctimonious uncle did not reveal the fact that He Daqing sent money.

At this time, Yu Shui cried, "Brother Damao, it turns out that my father didn't ignore me. He has always been thinking about me."

Xu Damao touched Yu Shui's head and comforted her, "Don't cry. This old man probably wants to sever the relationship between you and your son, or father and daughter. He has a crush on your brother and wants your brother to take care of him in his old age."

"Why should we provide for him in his old age? We have our own father, so why should he harm us like this?" He Yushui's face was full of anger.

"If you didn't know about this, would you hate your father? You see, the uncle usually takes good care of your silly brother, and constantly instills in your brother the idea of ​​respecting the elderly and loving the young. In the future, when you get married and leave this compound, your brother may very likely take care of him in his old age without knowing it. Of course, your brother is only a backup now, and the person who will take care of him in his old age is his apprentice Jia Dongxu." Xu Damao analyzed the future situation.

"No wonder the uncle always favors the Jia family and says that they are in financial difficulty and he wants to donate money to them." He Yushui wiped away her tears.

Xu Damao flipped through the letter again and saw that He Daqing wrote that it was the White Widow that Yi Zhonghai introduced to him; he was also the one who said that they should classify the ingredients. How could He Daqing, who could cook Tan's dishes, have a good composition? You have to know that Tan's dishes were official dishes in the past, eaten by dignitaries, and He Daqing had also cooked for the Japanese, all of which were very unfavorable to He Daqing. Yi Zhonghai also said that he might have to go to jail or eat peanuts, so He Daqing abandoned his children and followed the White Widow to Baoding to avoid the limelight.

"Brother Damao, this Yi Zhonghai is too bad. If he hadn't done such bad things, my father wouldn't have left me, and I wouldn't have suffered so much since I was a child. I want to get back the money my father gave me. I want revenge. Can you help me?"

"Of course I have to help you, otherwise I wouldn't have asked you to write a new letter to your father to ask. But the time is not right now. If you want to take revenge, you have to knock him down once and for all. You can't give him any chance to turn over!" Xu Damao looked at the remittance slip that He Daqing sent with the letter.

I started sending money in January 1952. Now it is December 1960, ten yuan a month, a total of 1,070 yuan, which was a huge fortune in the 1960s.

"Yushui, you do this for now. Continue to write to your father and ask him to send money every month as usual. Keep Yi Zhonghai stable first. I will find out the specific punishment for illegally occupying other people's property. This time, I will make sure he pays a heavy price. Also, don't let your brother know about this. I'm afraid that if he knows, he will not be able to resist questioning Yi Zhonghai, and then Yi Zhonghai will coax your brother into a private settlement. Then all our efforts will be in vain."

"Okay, brother Damao, I'll listen to you. I just want revenge and I won't tell my stupid brother. Besides, my stupid brother is still lying in the hospital."

"Hey, your brother deserves it. I just wanted to vent my anger before, but your brother beat me up a lot. After that, Yi Zhonghai kept protecting your brother and stopped me from calling the police."

"Then I'm going to go back first, Damao. I'll write a letter to my father tomorrow and tell him to continue sending money."

"Well, by the way, ask your father about the old lady." Xu Damao pointed to the north.

This old lady was praised by Yi Zhonghai as the ancestor of the Siheyuan, and she was always domineering. Bah, she also said that she had sent shoes to the Red Army and her son died in the war. This old lady with bound feet has never left the city in her life, how could she send shoes to the troops? If she is really a martyr's relative, why is there no sign of "Glorious Home" at the door! There must be something wrong with this old lady's identity.

"Well, then I'm leaving. I'll write a letter to ask my dad. He has lived in this courtyard for a long time, so he might know something." After saying this, He Yushui went straight home.

Xu Damao went back to sleep when he saw that everyone had left. He felt uncomfortable sleeping without his wife in his arms, so he decided to go to Lou Xiaoe tonight. He only stayed at Lou's house occasionally these days, and he couldn't go to his father-in-law's house every day.

The next morning, Xu Damao left the space and planned to go out to have some breakfast. As soon as he went out, he heard a commotion in the middle courtyard. Out of curiosity, Xu Damao went over to watch the fun.

It turned out that something happened to the Jia family again. The Jia family really had the final say on whether the courtyard was in a mess or not. This morning, Qin Huairu got up to make breakfast. When she went outside to get some water, she slipped and fell. It was not a big deal, but a trace of blood flowed from her lower body. Qin Huairu's menstruation was a little irregular, and with the conditions of the Jia family, it was a problem to eat, let alone eat meat. She did not have any symptoms such as vomiting, and she was only pregnant for a month and she did not realize that she was pregnant.

Jia Dongxu was still nice to Qin Huairu, but he was frightened when he saw his wife bleeding. He borrowed a cart and was about to take Qin Huairu to the hospital. Jia Zhangshi, who was standing by, had to take care of Banggeng and Xiaodang, so she didn't go with them.

When Xu Damao saw this scene, he guessed that Qin Huairu was pregnant again, Xiao Huaihua was about to come online, but his father Jia Dongxu was about to leave.

Xu Damao didn't stop and went straight out of the compound. The streets were a bit deserted, and after much difficulty he found a breakfast stall, had breakfast, and then went straight to work.