Siheyuan: Sizhu starts blindly and takes a new path

Jin Dachui took the opportunity to see Xu Damao in such a pity and wanted Shazhu to cook him a good meal. This was a special meal for a section-level cadre, and it would be very prestigious if he told others about it. Zheng Xi also wanted to have a meal. Since Shazhu had a child, Zheng Xi had asked him to drink several times, but he either didn't see him or had something else to do. This time, Jin Dachui suggested that Shazhu didn't have a substitute chef that day, so he cooked a few dishes in the kitchen of the second canteen with the mountain products that Jin Dachui had just seized from Xu Damao, and the three of them had a drink.

After drinking, Zheng Xi and Sha Zhu sent Jin Dachui home. Zheng Xi said to Sha Zhu: "You should have less contact with Lao Jin in the future."

"what happened?"

"Old Jin is collecting a lot of mountain products through the projectionists now. The workers often see him leaving the factory with a bunch of things. How can they not have some thoughts? You are now a role model in the factory. If you always fight with him, the workers will think that you are friends with him. Then, will you say one thing in public and another in private? This will have a bad influence on you." Zheng Xi expressed his thoughts.

Sha Zhu hugged Zheng Xi's shoulders and said, "Thank you, brother! I'm so busy now that I can't even see you very often, and I don't have time to talk to Lao Jin, so you don't have to worry."

"Okay, I'm relieved that you know what's going on." Zheng Xi nodded. "We have a role model among our brothers. It will be a great honor for us to tell others about it. You really can't get into trouble."

The closer it gets to the end of the year, the faster the days seem to go. A month passed quickly, and Banggeng went home again. On Sunday morning, he took time to go to Mr. Ouyang's house. Although the old man had some complaints about him for stabbing someone before he saw him, after seeing him, he still asked him how he was doing in the new school, whether he had united with his classmates and respected his teachers. He also asked him to read more, because reading could calm him down, and make him understand the importance of patience and the necessity of persistence. Banggeng nodded obediently, but only he knew how much he remembered.

Coming back from the old man's house, they happened to see Zhao Erga on the road. Banggeng thought it was a rare opportunity, so he followed him all the way, ready to find a secluded alley to hit him with a black brick, and then beat him up to vent his anger. But Zhao Erga didn't take the alley all the way. There were always people coming out of the courtyards on the road. It seemed that Zhao Erga was going home, and he should be at their courtyard soon.

Bang Geng couldn't help it any longer. He looked around and saw that there was no one in the alley he was walking on. So he went up and hit him with a brick and then ran away without covering his face. So he grabbed the brick he picked up on the road and ran over quickly to hit Zhao Erga on the back of the head, but because he was anxious to catch up with him, the noise of his feet was too loud. Zhao Erga was walking and heard someone running behind him. He wondered if he would be hit by the person coming later, so he turned around to see where the person was so that he could make way for him. Then he saw a dark shadow rushing towards him. He subconsciously dodged his head, tilted his shoulders, and turned his waist to avoid it. Because he had already twisted his waist backwards, he was still too slow to make new movements. Bang Geng hit him on the shoulder with a brick. With a "bang", the brick broke into pieces. With a "wow", Zhao Erga's screams echoed in the alley. People from the courtyards of the alley ran out to see what was going on. They saw a young man running out of the alley in panic, and another young man lying on the ground with his shoulder covered.

Mother Zhao supported Zhao Erga, whose arm was in a plaster cast, and came to the Red Star Courtyard. Several middle-aged women from their courtyard followed behind them. After inquiring about the Jia family's residence, they ran to the middle courtyard. Mother Zhao kicked open the Jia family's single-leaf door and shouted, "Jia Geng, come out to me. Qin Huairu, if you can't take care of your child, I will help you. But if I beat him to death, don't blame me."

It was the first time that Banggeng had seen such a fierce woman. Having been spoiled by his grandmother and disciplined by his mother since he was a child, Banggeng had a feeling of both love and fear towards women. He didn't know how to treat this fierce woman, so he had to hide behind Qin Huairu.

Banggeng didn't know what to do, but Mrs. Jia knew. With her many years of experience as a widow, she knew that Banggeng had caused trouble outside and the enemy had come to attack her. Regardless of who was right or wrong, first of all, she couldn't lose in terms of momentum. Once she was not as powerful as the enemy, she would have to pay a lot of money. She had only paid 300 yuan, so she didn't have the money to pay the enemy. She could only act tough and act like a rogue. So, she cursed, "Who the hell are you? You kicked my door and yelled at me. Get out of here, or I'll beat you to a pulp."

Mother Zhao was not angry at all, but when she heard someone was going to hit her, she decided to endure it. She slapped Mrs. Jia on the face first, then grabbed Mrs. Jia's hair with her other hand and slapped her in the face. Then she grabbed her hair with both hands and slammed her against the door frame. Her movements were smooth and flowing. She was an old hand.

Banggeng watched from behind and cheered in his heart. He would follow this step in the future, and the switching between near and far would be smooth. It was not until he heard his grandmother shouting for help that he woke up and realized that his family was beaten. He quickly pushed his mother Qin Huairu to help, and finally rescued Jia Pozi. At this time, Jia Pozi's forehead was already bruised, and a closer look showed that there were several lumps slowly rising.

The first and second uncles heard the noise and ran over. The middle courtyard was also full of neighbors from the front and back yards. Shazhu was out cooking. Yu Li had seen everything that happened because she was washing Liuyi's diaper. Lou Xiao'e, who came to visit the courtyard, was standing under the He family's porch holding Liuyi to watch the fun. Xu Damao, who led Qin Jingru to the middle courtyard, saw Lou Xiao'e holding Shazhu's son and thought: Bah, shameless bitch, running here to hold children and act as a nanny all day long, how much do you want to be someone's concubine, bitch. As he was cursing, Xu Damao had another sinister idea slowly forming in his mind.

Seeing the steward of the courtyard coming, Mrs. Jia immediately became much bolder and shouted, "This crazy woman who came from nowhere kicked doors and beat people when she came. You stewards have to take care of her. We can't let her bully the people in our courtyard."

"You are the crazy woman. I went to find Jia Geng. He beat my son. It is only natural for me to beat the adults in his family who are ignorant and don't educate their children. You are his elder. This is called the child causing trouble and the adults are responsible." Mother Zhao is not only good at beating, but also very good at talking. She pulled Zhao Erga over and said in front of everyone, "This afternoon, my son did not provoke anyone. On the way home, Jia Geng, a scoundrel from the Jia family, hit him with a brick from behind. Fortunately, my son was alert and looked back to avoid it. Otherwise, he would have been hit on the head. Wouldn't he have been hit on the head?"

She pointed at Zhao Erga's arm in a cast and said, "My son dodged his head but not his arm. His shoulder was fractured. We just came back from the hospital. He had to have stitches, stitches and a cast on his shoulder. It was all caused by this bastard." As she spoke, Zhao's mother burst into tears.

Chao Tiangang, a young worker watching the excitement in the front yard, interrupted: "Is your son Zhao Dahong?"

"That was my eldest son, and he was also killed by that damned Jia Geng," Zhao's mother cried, "Now he is trying to kill my youngest son again. Is this fair?"