Siheyuan: Full of Love

The next morning, Zhang Dazhuang got up early and practiced Vajra Kung Fu several times before the sun rose.

People in the yard got up one after another, smoke from cooking began to rise, and a beautiful day was about to begin.

Yes! Not bad! I feel comfortable all over!

Go into the kitchen and cook.

"I said so much to Shazhu last night, but I don't know if I can change He Yuzhu, who has been oppressed all his life!"

Zhang Dazhuang took a bite of the steamed bread and said expectantly, "Hey! I'm starting work today, and I'll have a stable job from now on."

. . . . . .

Yi Zhonghai tossed and turned all night and couldn't sleep. He wanted to go and counsel Sha Zhu again in the evening, but when he saw that the light in his room was not on, he gave up the idea.

"I wonder what this idiot Zhu is thinking!" Looking at Yu Shui who was having dinner with an old lady, Yi Zhonghai fell into deep thought.

"A great uncle! A great uncle!"

Hearing the shouting outside the house, Yi Zhonghai quickly got up.

"Zhu Zi! Where did you go last night? We were so worried." Yi Zhonghai said hypocritically.

"Brother! What did you do last night?" He Yushui was chewing on a steamed bun.

It seems that the auntie has put in a lot of effort, and the little girl is at least not so noisy anymore.

"Well, I had something to do last night, so I came back a little late." Sha Zhu said vaguely to his sister.

"Auntie, I want to discuss something with uncle. You and Yu Shui can eat first." After saying that, she pulled Yi Zhonghai out.

"Okay! Zhuzi, go and help your uncle." The aunt agreed and looked in surprise at the two people who were pushing each other to go out.

It was not until they reached the corner outside the courtyard gate that Sha Zhu let go of Yi Zhonghai.

"Zhuzi! Zhuzi! What's the matter? Why are you so anxious?" Yi Zhonghai asked knowingly. He was a little excited, thinking that there must be some progress in the matter of the job.

Sha Zhu smiled at Yi Zhonghai and said, "Uncle, last night you told me about giving up your position, and I thought about it!"

"What do you think, Zhuzi? I am also thinking about you. We are from the same courtyard. I watched you grow up. How could I cheat you?" Yi Zhonghai said quickly.

"Heh!" Looking at Yi Zhonghai who was somewhat excited in front of him, Sha Zhu thought, you want to kill me!

"Okay! Uncle, as you said, I've thought about it and I can give up my position, but I want 500 yuan!"

"Five hundred yuan!" Yi Zhonghai calculated quickly in his mind.

Apprentices make 18 yuan a month, 216 yuan a year for 12 months, a little more than two years, and even more if they become regular employees during this period. Well! 500 yuan is the normal price.

Although he calculated for a long time in his mind, he still frowned deeply: "Zhu Zi! Five hundred yuan is a bit too much! How about three hundred yuan!"

"Uncle, five hundred yuan! I won't give up this position even if you give up one more person!" Sha Zhu refused to give in.

"Well, Zhuzi, don't worry, I'll go ask for you!" Seeing that Sha Zhu refused to give in, Yi Zhonghai wanted to slow down.

"Uncle, you have to tell me something today! Otherwise, I will take your place!"

"Okay! Wait for me!" Yi Zhonghai entered the compound and went straight to the Jia family.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai's figure, Sha Zhu sneered: "Brother Da Zhuang was right, it really is Jia Dongxu!"

Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu entered the compound one after another, one ran to the Jia family and the other ran to the backyard.

"Da Zhuang! You really got it right! It's Jia Dongxu!" Seeing Zhang Da Zhuang eating, Sha Zhu started yelling.

"Brother Zhuzi, keep your voice down! Have you eaten? If not, have a bite of the steamed bread here."

"Hey! How can I have the appetite to eat steamed bread? After this matter is over, brother will make delicious food for you every day." Sha Zhu said carelessly.

"Yi Zhonghai went to discuss it with the Jia family. I guess this is almost true!" Zhang Dazhuang said affirmatively.

"The Jia family is so rich? Can they come up with 500 yuan?"

"The Jia family has 500 yuan. The death compensation for Jia Dongxu's father alone should be 500 yuan! But the Jia family won't pay!"

"Why?" Sha Zhu was puzzled.

"Mrs. Jia Zhang is not confused. When it comes to money, she understands it better than anyone else!" Zhang Dazhuang said, "Brother Zhuzi, it's almost time. I should go to work. You go find the old lady."

"Okay! I'll go to the deaf old lady and sell my face!" Sha Zhu laughed.

"Brother Zhuzi, let the deaf old lady help you, be sweet in your mouth, and don't talk about this in front of an old lady!" Zhang Dazhuang warned.

"Alright, alright! I'm not a kid, you told me enough last night!" Sha Zhu waved his hand: "Go do what you need to do!"

"Okay! Brother Zhuzi, I'll wait for your good news."

. . . . . .

Just when I was wondering how to watch Sha Zhu's show, I ran into Xu Fugui and his son at the door.

"Uncle Xu! Brother Damao!" Zhang Dazhuang greeted them.

"Hehe! Are you going to work at the steel rolling mill? Wait for me, brother will go with you!" Xu Damao said with a smile.

"But are you sure you don't want to think about it? There's no future for a stevedore!"

"You are just an apprentice, yet you still talk about other people's affairs!" Xu Fugui scolded.

"I think it's great! It's all about serving the people!" Zhang Dazhuang laughed.

"Hey! You're really good, kid!" Xu Damao said in surprise.

Xu Fugui raised his eyebrows.

"Da Zhuang has a high level of ideological awareness. Damao, you have to learn from Da Zhuang!" Yan Bugui walked over with a bag.

"Uncle, let's go to school!" Zhang Dazhuang called out.

"Yes, go to school! Damao, your ideological awareness is not as good as Dazhuang's!" Yan Bugui said as he walked.

Xu Damao curled his lips. "Come on, Third Uncle, you don't even carry anything, so you don't know how hard it is for a stevedore! Okay, Dazhuang, don't wait for me, I'll go after I finish my meal."

"Okay, Brother Damao! Uncle Xu! Uncle Third! Goodbye!"

Zhang Dazhuang glanced at the Jia family's house and walked out of the courtyard.

Walking on the street, Zhang Dazhuang felt the simplicity of this era and the confidence and vitality on people's faces. Looking at the slogans "Long live the great leader", he couldn't help but walk lighter.

“The East is Red! The Sun is Rising!”