Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Factory Director, cousin," Zhang Cuihua came in and greeted the two of them.

"Cuihua, who is the village chief and party secretary of Zhangjia Village, which is your mother's hometown?" Yang Weihua asked.

"It's my fourth uncle Zhang Zhiling. He is my father's cousin and from my second grandfather's family," said Zhang Cuihua.

"They are still your family. How about this, you and Si Nian go back to your hometown tomorrow. The whole country is in a difficult period now. There was a severe drought this year and the autumn harvest was not ideal. Dabiao is your younger brother, and you know what kind of person he is. He is very sentimental and cares a lot about the people in your hometown. Huaide and I have discussed it, and the factory plans to make Zhangjia Village a counterpart support unit and provide some food aid free of charge," said Yang Weihua.

"Thank you, factory director, thank you, cousin, thank you, director." Zhang Cuihua bowed quickly to the three of them. She also came from the countryside and was starving last winter. She knew that the situation in the village was not good this year. She was grateful for the factory's behavior from the bottom of her heart, and she admired her cousin Zhang Dabiao even more. Dabiao was so kind and righteous, and he would never forget his fellow villagers.

Xu Sinian and Zhang Cuihua agreed to set out as soon as work started tomorrow. Then the factory directors went to the canteen, and Zhang Cuihua reunited with her sisters.

After get off work in the afternoon, Zhang Cuihua and her sister Zhang Lianhua picked up Jingshu and walked home. "Lianhua, I have to go back to the village tomorrow. Do you have anything to do?"

"Going back to the village? Whose family has something going on?" Zhang Lianhua asked. She thought it was something going on in her mother's family, such as a wedding or funeral.

"I came home for business. Da Biao knew that the harvest this year was not good and was afraid that the villagers would go hungry, so he asked the factory director for help. The factory now plans to make Zhangjia Village a counterpart assistance unit and said that they would provide a batch of food. Director Xu and I will go there tomorrow," said Zhang Cuihua.

"Was it Dabiao's suggestion? You have to tell your fourth uncle to let everyone remember Dabiao's favor. Without Zhang Dabiao, no one would know about Zhangjia Village. There are many villages that are more troubled than Zhangjia Village now," said Zhang Lianhua.

"I think so too," said Zhang Cuihua.

"Dongxu, take out the clothes that Dabiao brought me last time he was on a business trip. I have to go back to the village tomorrow," Zhang Cuihua said to her son while eating.

"Mom, it's mid-October now. Wouldn't it be a bit cold to wear a skirt?" Jia Dongxu asked.

"How about I wear a leather vest?" Zhang Cuihua said again.

"Mom, that's made of wool and I feel too hot," Jia Dongxu advised.

"This won't work, and that won't work. I only have these two decent sets of clothes, and I finally have a chance to go back to my parents' home..." Zhang Cuihua was a little anxious.

"Didn't you go back without these clothes? How old are you? You are 47 years old. An old lady can wear anything. If you go back wearing a skirt, won't those old women laugh at you?" Jia Dongxu said.

"Jia Dongxu, you fucking bastard. I've worked like a slave in your Jia family for so many years, and you've ever bought me a piece of clothing? These two sets of clothes were given to me by my younger brother from my mother's side. How can you say such things? Are you still a human being? Tell me clearly now, who is the old lady? Are there any old women in the village who are laughing at me?" After hearing what Jia Dongxu said, Zhang Cuihua put down her bowl and chopsticks and rushed over.

So Jia Dongxu ran in front and Zhang Cuihua chased him from behind, and chased Jia Dongxu out of the yard.

"Dongxu, are you playing games with your mother again?" He Yuzhu came back and asked Jia Dongxu happily after seeing this scene.

"Are you sick? Are you still a good brother? Please persuade my mother," said Jia Dongxu.

"Who is your good brother? I am your uncle. Ha." After saying this, He Yuzhu never looked at Jia Dongxu again and left.

"Uncle, Zhuzi, Shazhu, damn it, please help me talk to him, I haven't eaten yet." Jia Dongxu shouted at the door. He Yuzhu looked back, but went into the yard and could no longer see him.

"Why is this?" Zhang Lianhua came out.

"Ask this bastard," said Zhang Cuihua.

After listening to Jia Dongxu's account of what happened, Zhang Lianhua angrily slapped Jia Dongxu twice. "Dongxu, when you have nothing to do, read more books and learn how to speak well. How can it be so hard to accept every word coming out of your mouth?" Zhang Lianhua said.

Jia Dongxu was confused. Wasn't everything I said true? Why did my aunt want to hit me too?

"Sister, you don't look like an old lady. You look best in work clothes. When the villagers see you, they will think you are a worker. That's amazing. Tell them that you are not a worker, but a cadre, an officer of the Women's Federation. Who wouldn't be envious?" Zhang Lianhua persuaded Zhang Cuihua to leave.

"Lotus, can you wear work clothes?" Zhang Cuihua obviously heard it.

"Of course they can. They have money to buy leather vests and flowery skirts, but can they buy work clothes for the steel mill? This is the symbol of our workers," said Zhang Lianhua.

"That makes sense. I'm just wearing work clothes. Do you think I should buy some clothes to go out? I don't have leather shoes either. Now all the cadres wear leather shoes," Zhang Cuihua asked her sister again.

"Mom, leather shoes are uncomfortable to wear. Don't you know how to make shoes? You can take some time to sew some soles. The shoes you make yourself will not only fit well but also be cheaper," Jia Dongxu interrupted again.

"Get out!" Zhang Cuihua shouted loudly.

Jia Dongxu ran to the backyard dejectedly and continued eating.

In the evening, Zhang Cuihua packed three small bags, which contained a bottle of wine and a can of food, which was given to her by Zhang Dabao. These were gifts for her three uncles. Her six younger brothers also prepared a pound of bacon each.

The Jia family was running out of meat, and Jia Dongxu felt very distressed, but he didn't even dare to ask now.

"Look at how ugly you are. Have you forgotten the time when you went to your uncle's house to eat and drink for free? Now that your life is a little better, shouldn't you give something back? Get out. I'm angry when I see you like this. You follow Da Biao every day, but you haven't learned any of his generosity?" Zhang Cuihua saw Jia Dongxu on the side and started scolding him.

"I can't learn from my seventh uncle. I don't have his abilities. It's not that I feel sorry for the things. I'm just wondering why you come back to Zhangjia Village during such a busy season," Jia Dongxu said against his will.

"I'm on a business trip, you know? The steel rolling mill is going to provide counterpart assistance to Zhangjia Village. Director Xu and I went to go find my fourth uncle. I never brought anything for my uncles when I went back to my mother's home before. You see, I'm a cadre now. Isn't it appropriate for me not to bring something?" Zhang Cuihua said proudly.

"You're right, you are a section-level cadre. I am only a class leader, and our team leader is a section-level cadre," Jia Dongxu said enviously.

"You still want to be a section-level cadre. Is that something that most people can do? Have you ever made any merit? At most, I made three merits in a month, and I received 50 yuan in bonuses and ten kilograms of food coupons. Have you ever distributed anything?" Zhang Cuihua asked.

"Our unit also distributed five apples and two mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn Festival," said Jia Dongxu.

"That unit doesn't give out gifts for the Mid-Autumn Festival. You don't get as much as Huairu, and it's nothing." Zhang Cuihua stopped looking at her son and continued to pack the things she needed to bring tomorrow.