Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

When "Brother Cao" Zhang Dabao saw that it was Cao Lianbiao from the police station, he quickly got out of the car.

"Da Biao, when did you come back?" Cao Lianbiao asked.

"Brother Cao, I just came back last night. How did you know I was on a business trip?" Zhang Dabao was a little confused.

"Sister Cuihua's grandson Banggeng told me that you went to Shandong and would be away for six or seven days," said Cao Lianbiao.

"When did you meet Bang Geng? Do you have something to do at the street office?" Zhang Dabao smiled.

"Go and deliver some materials, drop them off and leave. Come to our unit for dinner in the evening. We'll have chicken tonight," said Cao Lianbiao.

"Sure, I have chickens and wine in my car." Zhang Dabao accepted Cao Lianbiao's invitation without hesitation.

Cao Lianbiao was indeed very fast. He entered the street office and came out shortly after. He knocked on the window of Zhang Dabao's motorcycle. He rode his bicycle in front, and Zhang Dabao followed on his motorcycle in the backyard. Soon they arrived at the Hongxing Police Station.

"Brother Cao, I just so happen to have two Dezhou Braised Chickens and a few bottles of Xifeng in my car. Let's finish them today." After getting off the car, Zhang Dabao gave the things he had brought to Cao Lianbiao.

The food at the police station today is really good. They killed a chicken, stewed meat, fried eggs, and had some vegetables. That's four dishes and one soup. It looks like the Red Star Police Station has a distinguished guest today.

"Brother Cao, it's not a festival, is your unit having an event?" Zhang Dabia asked when he arrived at Cao Lianbiao's office.

"What activities are there? The old director has been transferred to a branch office. We kept saying we would see him off, but he was either studying or in meetings. Finally, we got a day and Director Liang went to pick him up," said Cao Lianbiao.

"Uncle Zhang went to the police station and became the director?" Zhang Dabao asked with a smile.

"I want to be the director, but Director Wang doesn't agree." Zhang Weihua pushed the door open and came in, followed by Liang Fei.

"Lian Biao, have you asked for external help to get me drinking?" Zhang Weihua asked Cao Lianbiao.

"What kind of foreign aid is Da Biao? He is not an outsider. He knew that you had a toothache these days, so he specially brought Dezhou Braised Chicken and Xifeng Liquor?" Cao Lianbiao said.

"Lian Biao, you said Da Biao knew that I had a toothache, so he brought me roast chicken. I understand it's soft and easy to swallow, but what's the point of bringing me a few bottles of Xifeng?" Zhang Weihua asked.

"Uncle Zhang, of course it is disinfected. When you drink, don't you drink it into your mouth first? Doesn't 53-degree alcohol have a bactericidal function? Isn't this a favor? It not only enhances the relationship, but also eliminates germs, killing two birds with one stone," Zhang Dabao explained.

"That's exactly what I mean," Cao Lianbiao nodded repeatedly.

"Good guy, this is for my own good," Zhang Weihua said, looking back at Liang Fei.

"Of course it's for your own good," Liang Fei replied seriously.

Then everyone laughed.

The food was ready and everyone started to eat and drink, and talked about Zhang Weihua's new job. He is now the captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, and has been promoted to deputy director. He has solved the rank problem and has real power, but he has just taken over the work and is a bit busy.

After talking about work, everyone mentioned the issue of children's education. Cao Lianbiao brought up a great joke, "Da Biao, Sister Cuihua's grandson is really amazing..."

"Brother Cao, what you said is true. He is just a child. How can you tell that he is so extraordinary?" Zhang Dabao laughed.

"I met him at the Jiaodaokou recycling station last Sunday. Guess what he was doing?" Cao Lianbiao kept the question in suspense.

"What do most people do at the recycling station? To sell things, of course. Unlike you, you go to the Jiaodaokou recycling station to find a wife," said Liang Fei.

"By the way, Jia Geng went there to sell two old hens. He said that his father fell into the water and drowned, his mother had just given birth and could not go out, and his grandmother was sick again. The family really had no other choice, so they asked him to sell the chickens and use the money for his grandmother's medical treatment. What he said was so true, and the key point is that he even shed tears. My wife believed it directly and even gave Bang Geng an extra penny," said Cao Lianbiao.

"Is this child so smart?" Zhang Weihua was obviously shocked.

"Don't they raise chickens at home?" Zhang Dabao thought of the crux of the problem.

"This is not the key point. The key point is that the information about the black market was provided by Banggeng. We haven't rewarded him yet. How about I bring him a few exercise books?" Cao Lianbiao said again.

"Of course. Is there any child who doesn't like exercise books? But how does he know the information about the black market? He can't go alone, right?" Zhang Dabao was also a little surprised.

"Someone from your courtyard had been there and saw it. When we took action, we arrested Yan Bugui from your courtyard. He bought two hens and held them very tightly. We confiscated his chickens and he actually cried," said Cao Lianbiao.

"He is heartbroken. Everyone knows that Yan Bugui from Yard 95 is a hard-headed person who values ​​every penny more than anything else." Zhang Weihua has been in the Hongxing Police Station for many years and is quite familiar with these people on the street.

"Uncle Zhang is right. Teacher Yan suffered a loss if he didn't pick up anything while walking. Whenever a manure truck passed by the gate of the courtyard, he would go over to taste the saltiness of the food," said Zhang Dabao.

"When Teacher Yan returned to the gate of Yard 95 from our place, he lay down directly. He was then sent to the hospital and spent several thousand dollars. I heard that he didn't eat for several days because of the pain," Liang Fei added.

"This old Yan..." Zhang Weihua laughed.

As the topic shifted, no one continued to talk about the chicken-selling incident, but Zhang Dabiao took it to heart.

To see Zhang Weihua off, as he was getting a promotion, they had to drink well, so Liang Fei and Cao Lianbiao drank too much, and Zhang Weihua was about to collapse, so Zhang Dabao had no choice but to help Zhang Weihua to his car and send him home.

When they returned to Yard 95, it was almost ten o'clock. Those who had come to enjoy the cool air had already gone home, and Banggeng had of course gone to bed. Zhang Dabao looked at Banggeng's room, smiled, and walked to the east wing.

"Xinsheng, are you asleep?" Zhang Dabao saw that the light was still on in Huang Xinsheng's room and knocked on the door.

"Brother, are you still awake?" Huang Xinsheng opened the door.

"Xinsheng, there is something I want to discuss with you. Are you still in touch with our comrades? I mean, those professionals," Zhang Dabao asked after entering the house.

"Brother, there are a few people you've contacted. Do you have something to talk to them about?" Huang Xinsheng asked.

"I bought a factory while on a business trip. I don't trust the people there, so I wanted to find a few of my brothers to help," said Zhang Dabao.

"Overseas? How many people are needed?" Huang Xinsheng understood a little.

"Hong Kong, but you can't tell your comrades where exactly, as it may cause trouble for them. Just say that you are doing confidential work and it is relatively dangerous. The salary can be higher, three hundred yuan a month. If you are determined to go there, you will be given five hundred yuan as a resettlement allowance. One thing you have to make clear is that you may not be able to come back for one or two years once you go there," said Zhang Dabao.