Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

When Zhang Cuihua saw that everyone had left, she pulled down her son's clothes and wanted to leave too.

"Zhang Cuihua, it seems your son is really ignorant. You told him who I am, but he didn't even come over to say hello? I really don't know who he takes after. As far as I remember, Jia Youfu is not such a person. He is very talkative, otherwise he wouldn't have tricked you into the city." Seeing that Jia Dongxu wanted to turn around and leave, Zhang Dabao retorted to Zhang Cuihua.

"Da Biao, don't meet him. He is still a child." Zhang Cuihua quickly pushed her son and explained to Zhang Da Biao.

"A child? Are you kidding? When has he ever been a child in your eyes? Is Jia Dongxu three hundred months old?" Zhang Dabao asked.

Zhang Lianhua on the side laughed and said, "Da Biao, how can you talk like that?"

"Seventh Uncle" Jia Dongxu called out awkwardly.

"Dongxu, today is the third day of the Chinese New Year, and tomorrow is the fourth day. It's not too late to visit relatives now. Come to my uncle's house tomorrow and bring your child with you," Zhang Dabao said to Jia Dongxu, acknowledging this nephew.

Jia Dongxu did not continue to go back to He's house to drink, but went straight back home, "Mom, why didn't you help me? Zhang Dabao beat me so hard?" Jia Dongxu was not satisfied with his mother's performance and asked the reason.

"Dongxu, should I help you? Have you forgotten who your seventh uncle is? How dare I mess with him? He won't stop just because I'm his sister. When he was thirteen years old, he slashed your eldest aunt with a knife and chased her around the village for a long time, determined to kill her. If your second uncle hadn't stopped Dabiao and made your eldest aunt kneel down and apologize to your third uncle, she might have been killed by Dabiao." Zhang Cuihua said here, looking at her son.

"Is he so cruel?" Jia Dongxu obviously didn't know how brave his seventh uncle was.

"That's just the beginning. Have you forgotten what your cousin Shoucheng said years ago? Da Biao almost beat him to death with his crutch. After knocking him down, he kept hitting him. It looked like he wanted to beat him to death. Your aunt was also hit several times in order to protect your cousin. And your cousin's wife was beaten to the point of vomiting blood," Zhang Cuihua continued to say to her son.

"His name is Zhang Dabao. Is he really fierce? He beats people so cruelly. Doesn't the country care?" Jia Dongxu said angrily.

"Why didn't they care? Shoucheng went to the commune to report it at that time, and then your uncle was arrested. The commune director told the villagers that your seventh uncle had a head injury. Anyone who provokes him deserves to be beaten to death. Doesn't your uncle live in his hometown house? That's why he was beaten. Don't provoke him in the future. He doesn't care about the severity of his attacks. What if he hurts you?" Zhang Cuihua also advised her son not to provoke her little cousin.

"If it wasn't for the house, would I bother with him? It's as if no one would want to mess with him," Jia Dongxu knew that the beating was in vain after hearing what his mother said, and his expression immediately became depressed.

"Dongxu, take a rest and then go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some snacks, such as a bag of peach cakes and some fried dough twists," Zhang Cuihua thought of something and said to her son.

"Mom, these things are so expensive, and they require tickets. Why should I buy them?" Jia Dongxu became anxious when he heard about spending money and didn't want to buy them.

"Tomorrow go to your seventh uncle's and aunt's homes in the backyard to pay New Year's greetings. When you go home, your seventh uncle will tell you to bring the children over tomorrow. If you don't go, he might really make trouble. If he beats you again, I won't be responsible." Seeing that her son didn't want to go, Zhang Cuihua explained the seriousness of the situation to him.

"Is this my uncle? This is an ancestor. How can I afford to buy this?" Jia Dongxu was overwhelmed when he heard what his mother said.

"Dongxu, you decide for yourself." Zhang Cuihua was a little unhappy when she saw her son's attitude, so she went to the outer room and lay down on her own small bed.

Zhang Dabao had lunch and asked Zhang Lianhua to rest at home. He came to the Red Star Supply and Marketing Cooperative, which was closest to Yard 95, and bought pots, pans, two thermoses, spittoons, some miscellaneous items, and two new clothes for Jia Jingshu. He found a three-wheeled cart from the supply and marketing cooperative, put all the things on the cart, and then went into the alley on the side of the supply and marketing cooperative. When he came out, he was holding two sets of bedding, a military coat, and two more sets of children's clothes. He thought of Qin Huairu's two children, seven-year-old Jia Geng and ten-month-old Jia Dang.

After putting down the things, he went to the alley on the other side. This time he brought out rice, flour, grain, oil, and two or three pounds of pork.

When they arrived at the gate of No. 95 Courtyard, Zhang Dabao and the cart driver made three trips back and forth before they transported all the things back home. They paid the freight and let the driver go.

Zhang Lianhua was sorting out Zhang Dabao’s new things at home, “Dabao, how much money did you spend? You bought too much.”

"We have moved to a new house, so everything must be new. Put all the food in your room. The people living here are mixed. This is not the village, and some people have dirty hands," Zhang Dabao instructed his sister.

"Is there anyone else stealing things? You have to put the things away." Zhang Lianhua was shocked to hear that there were actually bad people in the capital city. She had to put all the things away.

Zhang Dabao bought so many things and when he was moving them, some people in the yard saw it and started talking about it.

At Yan Bugui's house in front, "Old Yan, the young man who just came to the backyard is Zhang Cuihua's younger brother. Jia Dongxu got drunk and started trouble, and ended up being beaten badly," Yang Ruihua said to his wife.

"Dongxu can't speak and couldn't even recognize his own uncle, so he deserved to be beaten. I heard that Laoyi was scolded so badly that his face turned blue with anger," said Yan Bugui.

"Isn't it? I was right across from Lao Yi, his face turned blue and red. I heard that what Dongxu's uncle said made sense, Lao Yi pretends like this every day," Yang Ruihua continued to analyze.

"Don't we know who Lao Yi is? Talk to the kids and get on good terms with the guy in the backyard. You see he bought so many things, he must have some stock at home. If we get on good terms with him, maybe we can make some money," Yan Bugui instructed his wife.

"I think so too. He is really rich. Let's not talk about other things. How many tickets does it cost for two sets of bedding? And there is so much food. His family is really wealthy." Yang Ruihua was full of envy.

He Yuzhu from the Central Courtyard saw the piece of meat that Zhang Dabao brought back, "This is authentic pork belly, it's great for making braised pork. This kid seems to have some skills, he can buy such good meat at this time, it seems he has some connections, I just don't know if he can cook it, if he can't, it would be such a waste." He Yuzhu couldn't help but take a sip when he thought of this.

"Brother, are you disgusting? Your drool is flowing down, and your eyes are almost growing on the windows." He Yushui saw his brother's appearance and said something directly to him.

"Old Yi, Dongxu's uncle transferred back to this school. He seemed to have some money and bought a lot of things," Aunt Liu Cuiping said to Yi Zhonghai.

"Don't mention him, a guy who doesn't know how to respect the elderly and love the young. Just wait and see how I will deal with him in the future," Yi Zhonghai said viciously to his old wife at home after taking off his disguise.

Liu Cuiping saw her husband's expression and didn't say anything else.