Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"When I wear this skirt, the color seems brighter," Wang Xiuqin said, raising her head again.

"Aunt's color is not bright at all, but it will definitely look good on her. If anyone says it doesn't look good, I will beat him up immediately." Zhang Dabao shook his head quickly after hearing this.

"Really?" Wang Xiuqin asked again.

"I never lie. Everyone knows that Zhang Dabao of Red Star Steel Rolling Mill is an honest man. Thousands of colleagues call me honest and reliable Zhang Dabao. Auntie, it will look great on you. I swear." Zhang Dabao said seriously. If Wang Xiuqin didn't believe him, he could swear immediately.

As a person of the new era who has received Internet education, Zhang Dabao knows that no matter what era, no woman is willing to admit that she is old. As a young person of the new era with ideals, morals and culture, what's the big deal if he tells a little lie and deceives his elders?

"Da Biao, Xiulan's martyr status has been approved. I'll give you the certificate and the plaque." Putting down her clothes, Wang Xiuqin became sad again and took out a plaque and a certificate from the drawer of her desk.

"Aunt, don't be sad. My mother's sacrifice was valuable. She made contributions to the revolution. It is because of the sacrifice of a large number of people like her that we have the wonderful life we ​​have now," Zhang Dabao comforted Wang Xiuqin.

Wang Xiuzhen also participated in the revolution, so she certainly knew the truth. However, she was very sad about the sacrifice of her relatives, no matter how others tried to persuade her.

Zhang Dabao had lunch with Wang Xiuqin at noon, gave some gifts he brought back to Lei Huanian, Ji Denian, Zhang Weihua and others, and then returned to No. 95 Courtyard.

When Wang Xiuqin got off work, she happily returned home with the new clothes given by Zhang Dabao. Qiao Yongqian had just returned home, as his wife Huang Ruofan was on duty today.

"Mom, you bought so many clothes? Isn't it such a waste? The key is that the colors are so bright, is it okay for an old lady like you to wear them?" Qiao Yongqian took the bag of clothes, looked through it, and made a comment.

"Qiao Yongqian, this was bought for me by Jia Dabao. You are already 28 years old this year, have you ever bought a piece of clothing for your mother?" Wang Xiuqin was immediately angry.

"What clothes should I buy for you? Doesn't your company distribute work clothes? Anything to wear will do. This skirt is too bright and doesn't look good." Qiao Yongqian didn't look up and continued to comment on the new clothes.

"Is it very beautiful?" Wang Xiuqin asked again.

"Of course, if you don't believe me, ask my dad." Qiao Yongqian looked at Qiao Baozhong.

"Yongqian, don't talk nonsense. As soon as I saw this dress, I knew it would look good on your mother. I feel it is especially suitable. Dabiao is so thoughtful that he went on a business trip to buy a gift for your mother, and he has such good taste," Qiao Baozhong said immediately.

"Old Qiao, you have good taste. Da Biao also brought you gifts, including a lighter and foreign cigarettes," Wang Xiuqin said happily.

"Tsk, you guys are really old. What are you looking at? Cousin, did you and I bring any gifts? I like smoking too." Qiao Yongqian approached his mother.

"Bring you a gift? Is it because you are shameless? Have you ever brought gifts to others? Not only do you not care about others, but you also make comments. I think you are itching for trouble." Wang Xiuqin said as she picked up the chicken feather blanket and opened it towards Qiao Yongqian's back.

"Mom, you have such a bad temper, Dad, you don't care about it." Qiao Yongqian was beaten to the gate of the yard.

"You deserve it. It's your fault for not being able to speak." Qiao Baozhong not only did not stop him, but also added fuel to the fire. He was also worried about his son with low emotional intelligence.

Seeing his mother furious, Qiao Yongqian had no choice but to go to the yard.

"Brother Yongqian, would you like to come out and bask in the sun?" Minister Chu's youngest son Chu Ming had just returned from get off work and asked Qiao Yongqian with a smile.

"Xiao Ming, are you sick? It's so hot now, why should I bask in the sun?" Qiao Yongqian said to Chu Ming angrily.

"Brother Yongqian, how old are you? You will be an adult after you get married. You can't make Aunt Wang angry anymore, okay?" Chu Ming made fun of Qiao Yongqian for a while before returning home.

But after a while, a burst of beating and scolding was heard from Minister Chu's house, "Where have you been? How many days have you not been to work? I asked you to lie." Chu Ming was also beaten out with his head in his hands.

"Xiao Ming, you can still get some sun here. I'll save a spot for you," Qiao Yongqian smiled happily.

Chu Ming came to Qiao Yongqian and squatted down. He waved his hand, said "huh", and then fell silent again.

"Where have you been? Tell me, don't worry, I will never betray you," Qiao Yongqian asked Chu Ming.

"Can you believe what you say? You like to lie so much. No one in the whole hospital knows that person." Chu Ming despised Qiao Yongqian.

The two brothers fell silent again.

Yan Bugui reported Bang Geng in order to gain points with the principal. However, not only did he not gain any points, but he was also given the impression in front of his superiors that he did not investigate matters and jumped to conclusions. The principal scolded him, and this made Yan Bugui's chance of becoming deputy director, which already had little hope, even more distant.

Because he wanted to make progress, Yan Bugui did not leave early, but waited until school was over before going home.

Back at Yard 95, Yan Bugui was in a bad mood, frowning. His wife Yang Ruihua noticed it and asked, "Dad, has something happened?"

"Isn't it? My deputy director position is in danger," Yan Bugui said to Yang Ruihua with a sigh.

"Have the personnel been decided now?" Yang Ruihua asked.

"It's not decided yet, but the principal scolded me today. I didn't have much hope in the first place, and now I have left an impression of being incompetent in front of the principal. It's all Zhang Dabao's fault. Why did he bring tropical fruits to the Jia family? Can't Jia Geng eat well at home? He had to bring them to school to eat, and ate them in the toilet with his classmates. The fruit was yellow, and I thought they were eating shit. So I went to tell the principal, and it turned out that they were eating real fruit. How can the principal not blame me?" Yan Bugui said.

"What can we do? Zhang Dabao likes to give gifts to others. He even gave us a bag of fish fillets, which looked like good stuff. Today he went out with several bags of things, it seems he went to give gifts. Old Yan, why don't we give the principal some gifts? Most of the people in the 95th Institute are leaders now. Even Zhang Cuihua is a section-level cadre. Jia Dongxu, who has been a first-level worker for ten thousand years, is now a team leader. Although Liu Haizhong cleans the toilet, he is also a team leader and is in charge of three people. You have been a teacher for so many years, who doesn't know that you are a good teacher? In terms of seniority, the principal is not as good as you. I think the reason you didn't become a cadre is that you have no one above you, and we don't give gifts." Yang Ruihua analyzed the situation to Yan Bugui.

"What you said makes sense. Poor me, Yan Bugui, who is well-versed in poetry and books, but no one appreciates it. I am forced to be like these villains and have to give gifts. Alas! It's all for a living. I accept it," Yan Bugui said with a long sigh.