Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

After drinking tea with the old man for a while, "What's your name, uncle?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Yan Jingkai, I gave you the name Yan Ming. They wanted to arrange you in my store and announce to the public that you are my nephew. I didn't expect that you arranged yourself. You are really different from those people," said Yan Jingkai.

"I'd better call you uncle. I will definitely come to see you often in the future. You have to tell me where your hometown is and some information about your family," said Zhang Dabao.

"Let's have lunch here today. I'll cook and let you taste authentic hometown food," Yan Jingkai said.

"Don't do it yourself. I'm a semi-professional chef. You tell me where your hometown is. I'll make it. I know a lot," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"Can you make pancakes? My hometown is Linyi, Yimeng Mountain, have you heard of it?" Yan Jingkai said.

"Who doesn't know that this is an old district? Are you from Yimeng?" Zhang Dabao asked again.

"Have you really heard of it? Do you know Yishui?" Yan Jingkai asked again.

"Uncle, I'm too familiar with this place. It's not a question of whether I can make pancakes, but that I can make them too well. If they don't taste good, just scold me. By the way, do you have any green onions?" Zhang Dabiao was happy. We are really destined to eat pancakes. Don't you know that I grew up eating pancakes in my later life? After my parents passed away when I was fifteen, I would make some pancakes every time I went to school and came home. To be honest, after I came to the capital, I ate a lot of pasta, but I didn't eat pancakes much. Now, after hearing what Yan Jingkai said, I really wanted to eat them.

"Good boy, it's up to you. Go to the steps outside and do it. There's not much space inside." Yan Jingkai took out the pancake pan and honeycomb coal, and also took out flour, a small bucket, a scraper, and most importantly, the oilcloth with starch on it.

"Pure white flour? No cornmeal or something?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Good boy, you have so many problems." Yan Jingkai took some more cornmeal.

Zhang Dabao began his performance on the steps.

In fact, after the pancake pan is heated, pancakes are made very quickly, one after another, and soon a pile of pancakes are ready.

Zhang Dabao took out the honeycomb coal from under the pot, put it in another stove, and began to cut the potatoes that Yan Jing had washed.

At this time, a car stopped in front of the hotel and a well-dressed old man walked over.

"Young man, are you selling the pancakes you make?" the old man asked.

"Uncle, judging from your accent, you are also from Shandong?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Yes, I've been here for 46 years, and it's been fourteen years. To be honest, I haven't eaten the pancakes from my hometown since I came here. When I saw you making them here, I wanted to try a bite," said the old man.

"I'm from Shandong too. Come and try it. Let's eat here at noon. My uncle has gone to wash the green onions. I'll stir-fry some shredded potatoes. You can roll them up and eat them as is," Zhang Dabao invited.

"Are you from Shandong too? Where are you from?" The old man sat down when he heard that we were fellow villagers.

"I'm from Linyi, Yishui, how about you?" Zhang Dabao asked the old man while cutting vegetables.

"I am also from Linyi, but from Ju County. We are real fellow villagers," the old man said excitedly.

"Isn't it? In this damn place, when fellow villagers meet, their eyes are filled with tears. Let's add another dish to lunch today, scrambled eggs with green onions." Zhang Dabao was also very happy. It was not easy to meet fellow villagers in Beijing, let alone in Hong Kong.

"Uncle, a fellow villager is here, please bring out some eggs," Zhang Dabao shouted into the house.

Yan Jingkai heard Zhang Dabao's shout and came out, taking out four or five eggs and some green onions.

After a while, Zhang Dabao finished cooking the dishes. The old man didn't want to take advantage, so he took two bottles of foreign wine from the car. The three of them ate pancakes with scallions, drank foreign wine, and spoke their hometown dialect. When they talked about the emotional parts, the two old men burst into tears.

They had a meal together and did not even ask the name of his fellow villager from Ju County. As the saying goes, there is no need to know each other before meeting. In the afternoon, Zhang Dabao left with the address given by Yan Jing.

The curfew in Hong Kong was lifted tonight. Due to the HSBC case, the curfew had been in place for three consecutive days. There is still no clue in the HSBC case, but the curfew has caused dissatisfaction among all sectors of society, so Hong Kong's nightlife started again today.

Having got a new property, Zhang Dabao of course had to go and see it. It was almost ten o'clock when he left home. Yong and his mistress lived by the sea. When the car was almost reaching the seaside, Zhang Dabao saw a familiar car driving past quickly. It was the car of the old man who had eaten with him at noon today. His car was in front, and there were three cars chasing behind, and the people in the back cars were shooting with pistols.

There are too many bends at the seaside. The car in front accidentally drove onto the beach and could no longer move forward. The old man and the driver in the car got out and started running to the other side. The people chasing behind parked the car on the shore and got off the beach to chase.

At this time, Zhang Dabao also rushed over. Seeing that his fellow villagers were about to be caught up, he took out a Zhongzheng pistol from the car and started shooting at the people chasing his fellow villagers. Because he didn't know what was going on, Zhang Dabao didn't kill them, but hit their vital parts. After five shots, five people were shot in the legs and fell on the beach. Seeing this, the others lay on the ground.

"Old man, come here," Zhang Dabao called out to his fellow villager on the shore. The old man looked up and saw Zhang Dabao, knowing that he had shot him to help him. He and the driver ran to the shore where Zhang Dabao was. After getting ashore, one of the people on the beach wanted to stand up and chase him, but Zhang Dabao shot him in the thigh again. Everyone fell down again.

"Uncle, get in my car." Zhang Dabao asked the two men to get in the car, and first went to the place where the group of people parked their cars. He shot and damaged their tires, then turned the car around with the two men and drove towards the city.

"Little brother, thanks to you this time," said the old man.

"We are all fellow villagers. How can I help them if I don't help you? Who are the old man and the others?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"The people hired by my competitors want to force me to sign a contract and take over my company," the old man said angrily.

"Is there no one taking care of this?" Zhang Dabao was a little confused.

"The British and Mao Zedong don't care about our life or death. Everyone who sets up a company has to pay taxes, and it doesn't matter to them who pays. This Yong Heqi used to collude with the Japanese, and now he is colluding with the British and Mao Zedong. This kind of person will not have a good end," said the old man.

"Uncle, you just said a name, who was it?" Zhang Dabao heard a familiar name.

"Yong Heqi, have you heard of him?" the old man asked.

"Have you heard of the Heqi Group? They moved here from the Japanese and they have the big boss," Zhang Dabao confirmed the answer.

"This Yonghe first joined the revolution with the team, and then followed the Japanese. He was no longer popular with the Japanese, so he flattered the British. He is very scheming and a despicable man," the old man was still indignant.