Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Where is the old man going?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Banshan, Ah Xing was pointing the way to Xiao Ming. Remember Brother Yan called you Xiao Ming, right?" the old man asked.

"My name is Yan Ming, strict Yan and bright Ming," Zhang Dabao replied with a smile.

"My name is Zhong Daohe, this is Wang Xing." Lao Du introduced himself and his driver.

"Uncle Zhong, those who live halfway up the mountain are all rich people. Doesn't that Yong Heqi live here?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"He doesn't live here. He heard that someone over there wants to kill him. This place is easy to hide, so he doesn't dare to come back to live. Now he lives in his home by the sea every day," said Zhong Daohe.

"It seems that he has done a lot of bad things." Zhang Dabao said nothing else. He went to Zhong Daohe's villa, chatted with him for a few words, had a midnight snack, and then said goodbye and left.

"Axing, what do you think of my fellow villager?" Zhong Daohe asked Wang Xing.

"You can tell at first glance that he is a specially trained soldier. He has accurate shooting skills and uses a regular rifle. He can shoot one person per person within a hundred meters, all in the legs. This level of skill is not something that ordinary soldiers have. He uses a standard rifle, has a car, and wears unusual clothes. He doesn't live with his uncle, which means he has his own place to live, which means he comes from a well-off family. From these, we can judge that he came from Taiwan. People from the mainland don't have this condition," said Wang Xing.

"What is he thinking about coming to Hong Kong?" Zhong Daohe asked Wang Xing again.

"It's hard to judge. They should be a wealthy family who want to build a business," said Wang Xing.

"You said he is so skilled in martial arts, can he help us..." Zhong Daohe made a cutting gesture.

"It should be possible. He has a good impression of you because you are real fellow countrymen. You will feel close to him from the bottom of your heart when you see him in a foreign country. He wants to do something, and since he is new here, we can help him, such as starting a company, doing trade, or speculating in land. As long as things can be done, we are not afraid of him setting conditions," said Wang Xing.

"You're right. Let's find out where he lives tomorrow and go visit him. Yong Heqi thinks so highly of me, it would be inappropriate if I don't reciprocate," said Zhong Daohe.

At the steel rolling mill's family compound, Zheng Jiechun's mother had been discharged from the hospital. However, after she came to the compound, she found that the neighbors were very cold to her and almost ignored her. When her two grandsons and one granddaughter saw her come back, they quickly hid away, which made Mrs. Zheng very puzzled.

The steel rolling mill sent Mrs. Zheng back from the hospital, and her son Zheng Jiechun was not aware of this. When Zheng Jiechun saw his mother at home in the evening, the smile on his face disappeared immediately.

"Mom, please come home tomorrow." These were Zheng Jiechun's first words when he returned home.

"What did you say? Let me go back?" Old Mrs. Zheng couldn't believe her ears. Her son had never said harsh words to her before. Even if he didn't want to, he would never say it. This was the first time.

"If you want, you can leave now. This is my house in the steel rolling mill. I can't keep you here since you don't have a letter of introduction. Of course you can make a fuss or bang your head against the wall," Zheng Jiechun said with a cold face.

"Jiechun, what are you talking about? I am your mother." Old Mrs. Zheng felt that something was wrong with her son.

"You are my mother. I didn't say I wasn't. No matter what, you raised me. But you can't take the lives of our entire family just for the sake of your own son. I owe you, but my wife and children don't owe you anything," said Zheng Jiechun.

"Jiechun, what does biological child mean? Aren't you my biological child?" Old Mrs. Zheng didn't know what to say.

"Don't hide it from me anymore. I know everything. You adopted me, and later you gave birth to a younger brother and a younger sister. But to be fair, I have done nothing wrong to you. Our family is in such a difficult situation now, and the second child doesn't care about you at all. Did I say anything? But what about you? You want to starve my three children to death for the sake of your grandson. Is that something a human being would do? I can support you, and I should, but why should I also support your grandson?" Zheng Jiechun said excitedly.

"Jiechun, who told you this? This is a rumor," said Old Mrs. Zheng, furious.

"Your grandson is a child? Aren't my children children? I tell you today, no one can come to my hometown. We can't live like this anymore. We might as well all die. If those three beasts come, I will kill them all on the same day. No one will survive," Zheng Jiechun said to his mother with red eyes.

"Jiechun, you are my biological son, these people are spreading rumors." Old Mrs. Zheng didn't know how to speak now.

"I don't care whether it's a rumor or not. I know what's going on. I've said this and let's do it this way. There is no other way. You leave early tomorrow morning, and I won't lose a penny of your retirement food and money. I will go back with you and ask the village chief to write a maintenance agreement. I'm the eldest brother, so I'll get more, and the second oldest will get less. If he wants to not give a penny and try to take advantage of you, it's impossible." Zheng Jiechun slammed the table.

The atmosphere in the Zheng family was particularly depressing today, and Old Mrs. Zheng was so angry that she didn't eat. In the past, Zheng Jiechun would have brought the meal to her room long ago, but this time, Zheng Jiechun seemed not to have seen it. Not only did he bring it to her, he didn't even leave any in the pot.

Early the next morning, Zheng Jiechun asked his wife to ask for leave for him and took his mother to Zhengjia Village.

"Jiechun, ask your third uncle if you are my biological son." When they arrived at Zhengjia Village, Old Mrs. Zheng was eager to prove the fact and thought of Zheng Jiechun's third uncle.

"Sister-in-law, when you and your elder brother brought Jiechun back to the village, he was already three years old. I was not outside with you, so how could I prove this to you?" Zheng's third uncle said he could not prove it.

Old Lady Zheng went to the village to ask the elders for proof. They all said the same thing. The two of you worked as farmhands outside. When you returned home, the child was three years old and his father was dead. You were the only one who knew about it. How could others prove it for you? Besides, who doesn't know that you favor your youngest son? How could people believe you?

Not getting the answer she wanted, Old Mrs. Zheng fell into panic. If this misunderstanding could not be resolved, Zheng Jiechun would definitely not be on the same page with her. She just thought that his life would be better in the city, and her younger son at home was having a hard time, so she wanted the eldest son to help the second son, but why did he end up like this.

"Sister-in-law, please don't run away. The commune has sent people to talk to you. If you don't have a letter of introduction to go to the capital, you will be arrested as a vagrant," the village chief said to Old Lady Zheng.

"No, I..." Old Mrs. Zheng was speechless.

Witnessed by the village chief, Zheng's third uncle and two clan elders, Zheng Jiechun and his younger brother Zheng Jieqiu signed a support agreement. Mrs. Zheng lived in her hometown, and Zheng Jiechun gave her 15 kilograms of food and two yuan a month; Zheng Jieqiu gave her 15 kilograms of food but no money; if there were any medical expenses, any expenses exceeding two yuan would be divided equally between the two brothers.

Zheng Jiechun gave his mother food and money the next day, and the Zheng family returned to peace.