Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Old Mrs. Zheng passed away just like that, the Zheng family’s problems were solved, and the family compound returned to peace. Section Chief Zhao Lan, who was already working at the trade union, could not figure out why Zheng Jiechun had such a drastic change of attitude before and after. Someone must have told him something, right?

In fact, it was not that someone told Zheng Jiechun something, but that he heard something. Because when Zheng Jiechun was at work or on his way home, after entering the family compound, there were always a few co-workers or neighbors pointing at him and showing sympathetic expressions.

"Yumin, have you heard anything about me?" Zheng Jiechun asked his good friend.

"Brother Zheng, I do have something to say, but it's hard to say," Zhang Yumin said with difficulty.

"Is there anything that we can't talk about? Just tell me directly about me," Zheng Jiechun said anxiously.

"Brother Zheng, have you noticed that your mother is partial?" Zhang Yumin asked.

"I can feel it. She treats the second child better than me. It has been like this since the second child was born. She also treats her younger sister better than me," said Zheng Jiechun.

"Your family is living in difficult circumstances. Doesn't your mother know that?" Zhang Yumin asked again.

"Yumin, how could she not know? If you have anything to say, just say it directly, don't beat around the bush," Zheng Jiechun said.

"Brother Zheng, it is now rumored that you are not your biological son, and your mother wants to starve your three children to death and raise her own grandson," Zhang Yumin said.

"I'm not my biological child. Who said that?" Zheng Jiechun was stunned. He didn't expect there would be such rumors. No wonder others were pointing fingers at him.

"I don't know who said it, but everyone said it, and it sounded very convincing. They said that your parents didn't have any children back then, and they were afraid of leaving the family extinct, so they brought you back from other places. But later they gave birth to your younger brother and sister, so you were not that important anymore. And then you went to the city to earn money in the Loujia factory, and after liberation you became a worker. All she asked of you was money, and she refused to let you take care of your children, let alone provide you with material support," said Zhang Yumin.

Zheng Jiechun is an introvert. After talking with Zhang Yumin, he began to wonder, "I am the eldest son, why is my mother so mean to me? Others always have the eldest son as the heir apparent, why is it different for me?"

His mind was in a mess, so he went to the village alone and found his third uncle.

"Uncle San, do you still remember when I was born?" Zheng Jiechun asked his uncle.

"You were not born in the village. You were born when your elder brother and his wife were working as farmhands in other places. You were already three years old when you returned to the village." The words of the third uncle struck Zheng Jiechun deep in his heart. Was I really picked up?

"Uncle San, don't the second brother and I look alike?" Zheng Jiechun asked again.

"Jiechun, no matter what others say, you are the eldest son and grandson of our branch, and we only recognize you. But you should also think about it carefully and live a good life." The third uncle knew that the eldest sister-in-law was partial, so he advised his eldest nephew.

"Uncle San, tell me the truth, was I picked up?" Zheng Jiechun went straight to the point.

"Don't listen to their nonsense, Jiechun, you are the eldest grandson of our branch, and no one can change that. Don't listen to these gossips, I don't believe them at all," said the Third Uncle seriously.

Zheng Jiechun understood that such words were also heard in the village, and his uncle also heard it.

Zheng Jiechun said goodbye to his third uncle and came to his father's grave and cried. He understood his mother's behavior. She wanted to sacrifice her own family to save her own son's family. You raised me, and I should take care of you in your old age, but you can't do this to me. Thinking of his two sons and seven-year-old daughter, Zheng Jiechun's tears flowed and dried, flowed again, and dried again on the way back to the city. When he arrived home, his tears had dried and he had made up his mind.

So as soon as his mother was discharged from the hospital, he stopped protecting her, returned to the village, and signed the agreement.

The Zheng family’s problem was solved. Zhang Cuihua went to comfort Zheng Jiechun’s wife and then reported to the factory.

The steel mill appointed Xu Sinian as the chairman of the trade union. After the report was submitted, the Metallurgical Bureau had no attitude, neither saying yes nor no. However, the workpieces that Xu Sinian would be in charge of were determined by the middle-level cadres of the steel mill. He was also officially in charge of the Women's Federation, the Youth League Committee, and the trade union.

Since Section Chief Zhao Lan was transferred to the trade union, Zhang Cuihua's direct superior now became Xu Sinian. "Director Xu, Zheng Jiechun's mother has returned, and Zheng Jiechun and his brother have signed a support agreement. The villagers and elders in their village have witnessed it, and the commune staff have also notified the village. She will not come to the family compound to make trouble again," said Zhang Cuihua.

"Old Mrs. Zheng has gone back? Isn't she a difficult person?" Xu Sinian asked curiously.

"She's a difficult one, but it was her son who asked her to go back. Zheng Jiechun is her support in the city. Now that she has lost her support, what is she doing here if she doesn't go back?" Zhang Cuihua said with a smile.

Xu Sinian praised Zhang Cuihua and let her go. After a while, he came to the office of Deputy Director Li Huaide. Now it was time for him to return the favor. "Director Li, Zhang Cuihua did a good job in handling the Zheng family's affairs. This is her promotion report. Please sign it," Xu Sinian said.

"Si Nian, you are the person in charge now. You sign and then ask the factory director to sign. This is the correct procedure. Where should I sign?" Li Huaide put down his pen, stood up, and said to Xu Si Nian with a smile.

"Really? You forgot. Then I'll sign it and find the factory director, and then give it to Section Chief Hu." Xu Sinian smiled awkwardly and left Li Huaide's office.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the radio of the steel mill sounded again, "Zhang Cuihua, a female employee of the Women's Federation of our unit, is 1960 years old and joined the factory in March 3. Since Zhang Cuihua entered the factory, she has worked conscientiously and meticulously, has progressive ideas, unites colleagues, respects leaders, and has strong hands-on ability. She is now appointed as the office clerk of the Women's Federation..."

After three consecutive broadcasts, the news that Zhang Cuihua had become an official spread throughout the steel mill.

Xu Damao was in the Propaganda Department. When he heard the news, he was stunned. Whose ideology was progressive? Wasn't it Zhang Dicuihua? Didn't she often greet other people's ancestors on the street? She would say "the whole family is ruined" and "fuck you" when she was silent? She often called Jia Youfu and asked him to take everyone away? Is this also called ideological progress? Who set the standard? Come out, I promise I won't beat you to death, at most I will beat you half to death.

She is really good at hands-on work. She is the best in the factory at taking off people's clothes and looking at melons. No one can deny this. But is this the standard for promotion? Should she go back and practice how to take off clothes quickly? Xu Damao's heart was broken.

Zhao Lan and Tian Qiming, who were both in the labor union, had been Zhang Cuihua's leaders. They looked at each other and thought, who the hell is talking nonsense? Did Zhang Cuihua respect that leader? We are her direct superiors, did she respect us? She is good at scolding people every day, and of course, she is good at doing things. Both of them have seen Zhang Cuihua beat people. Tian Qiming saw Zhang Cuihua beat her colleagues; Zhao Lan saw Zhang Cuihua beat the old lady of the Fan family. She was quick and standard in her movements, but is this the standard for promoting people in the steel mill? People's hearts have changed. It's easy to know the hearts of old friends, but it's easy to change the hearts of old friends.

When Zhang Cuihua’s former colleagues heard this, they started cursing. How could she unite her colleagues? She beat us and scolded us every day. Are you lying with your eyes open?