Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

It was dark, and dinner was ready. They were divided into two large tables. Zhang Dabiao, He Yuzhu, Jia Dongxu, and Xu Damao were at one small table. They served a few dishes and each of them poured a glass. The big table next door was the main force. The women and children were very strong. In the end, they didn't even need to rinse the dishes. They were all clean.

"Old Yan, you don't know, Dongxu's cooking is delicious now. The dishes for tonight are made by him. To be honest, they are almost the same as the ones we had at the beginning of the banquet, with steamed spare ribs, shredded pork and sliced ​​meat. How come they have become so tender?" Yang Ruihua returned home, leaned back in his chair and asked Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui was eating steamed bread with his youngest son tonight. When he heard what his wife said about the dishes, he didn't want to say a word. He snorted and went out.

"Jie Di, what does your father mean?" Yang Ruihua asked his youngest daughter.

"What does he mean? He's unhappy. We two had the good food, but he didn't get to eat it. Just look at how tempting these dishes are. How can he be happy?" Yan Jiedi said.

"Let's go out for a walk. You're too full," Yang Ruihua said to his youngest daughter.

"I won't go with you. We are going to play police and robbers," said Yan Jiedi.

Seeing that his daughter didn't want to go out with him, Yang Ruihua had to go out alone.

It was getting dark early now. At nine o'clock in the evening, the whole yard was completely quiet. Even the noisy children went to rest. Zhang Dabao rested for a while. At one o'clock in the morning, Zhang Dabao jumped out of the yard. He had to go to Director Xu's house at the Red Flag Grain Station to put some things there. Zhang Dabao came and left quickly. He finished the round trip in less than an hour.

When he got up in the morning, Zhang Dabao called Zhang Cuihua to the backyard, discussed something with him, and then gave her a photo. After the two discussed for a while, Zhang Cuihua went to work.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Yang Ruihua and the other two came to the backyard again to continue the unfinished work from yesterday. "Xiao Zheng's mother, you don't look well," Yang Ruihua asked.

"Third aunt, I have a weak stomach that can't hold any oil or water. I had a good meal at Dabiao yesterday, but my stomach didn't work so well and I had to go to the toilet several times. I'm so mad," said Xiaozheng's mother.

"Sister-in-law, me too. It seems we are not destined to enjoy a good life," said Xiaobao's mother.

"It's the same for me. I can't eat good food all year round. Even the food during Chinese New Year is not as good as the one at Dabiao's house. As a result, my stomach can't take it. I'm so angry," Yang Ruihua also said.

"No, I saw Dabiao cut another piece of meat and asked Jingru to stew eggplant and vermicelli and eat rice today. Otherwise, I will go and talk to him and just eat eggplant," said Xiaobao's mother.

"Of course not. You have to eat even if you die. Get it into your stomach first. If you miss this meal, you don't know when you can eat again," said Yang Ruihua and Xiao Zheng's mother.

"I think so too," Xiao Bao's mother immediately agreed with the two.

Although they were talking, their hands were working quickly. By noon, there was not much grass left, so they would definitely be able to finish the job early this afternoon.

After going to work today, Zhang Cuihua notified her women's team and contacted Sister Chen, Sister Qin, Meng Wutong and others in the workshop. They had a careful discussion and everyone left the unit early in the afternoon.

Zhang Cuihua asked for leave from everyone, saying that she wanted to thank everyone for their help and support in her work. She wanted to treat everyone to a meal today, but the place she chose was a little far away, in an old state-owned braised pork and steamed bun restaurant on Hongqi Street. They also had offal that could be ordered a la carte. Although the price might be a little higher, the taste was absolutely authentic.

A group of more than ten people had no car, so they walked for half an hour and arrived at Hongqi Street, where they happened to meet a group of people getting off work. As they had been walking for half an hour and everyone was a little tired, they rested for a while at the door of Hongqi Grain Station.

After resting for about five or six minutes, everyone took a breath and stood up to continue moving forward. At this moment, a bald man on a bicycle came out of the grain station, singing a little tune. Zhang Cuihua coughed and nodded to Liu Mei, who also nodded to indicate that she understood.

The bald man rode over on his bike and saw a dozen people talking and laughing in front of him. He was afraid of bumping into them, so he rang the bell. Then he tried to speed up from one side to overtake the crowd. The moment he accelerated, a thin woman happened to be at the outermost side and was hit by the bike. After being hit, the woman rolled out six or seven meters and then stopped moving.

"Sister Liu..." "Liu Mei..." Her companions began to call her name.

"Get off here!" Zhang Cuihua stepped forward and pulled Director Xu, who was sitting on his bicycle in a daze, to the ground. He fell down, and the bicycle also fell down.

"What are you doing?" Director Xu was obviously a little panicked, but when he thought that this was in front of his own unit, he became more confident and began to ask Zhang Cuihua loudly.

"What did I do? You hit my colleague. How were you riding the bike? Are you blind? You didn't get off the bike after hitting someone. Are you still a human being? Who the hell do you think you are?" Zhang Cuihua started cursing directly.

"You are swearing." Director Xu did not expect that someone would scold her.

"What's wrong with me scolding you?" Zhang Cuihua cursed at him while bumping into him. At this time, the security guards of the grain station and the staff who had not returned home after get off work also came over.

"Shut up, you shrew!" The security guard was Director Xu's nephew. He kicked Zhang Cuihua as soon as he came up. It was this kick that made Zhang Cuihua retreat seven or eight meters as if she had been hit by a heavy truck, and then fell to the ground, motionless.

"Sister Hua, Sister Hua..." Her accomplice started shouting Zhang Cuihua's name again.

"Lao Kang, go call a doctor. Wutong, go call the police," Qian Ying said to the two.

After hearing the arrangement, Kang Qingquan and Meng Wutong ran away.

Director Xu and his nephew were also a little confused. Was this kick so powerful?

"Brother Xu said he had practiced it before, but I didn't believe him. But after seeing him today, I realized that what he said was true. It's incredible. It looks like this kick must have contained a force of seven or eight kilograms," said a staff member of the grain station.

"And as you said, one look at Brother Xu's body tells you he's not ordinary," said another staff member.

"Shut up," Director Xu shouted at his two colleagues. Is this the right time to talk about this? People have already called the police. Are you sure you are praising him?

"Hey, so-and-so, how's your friend?" Director Xu was a little scared now.

"If he's not dead, he'll be dead soon. Are you the bullies from the old society? You hit someone, and others couldn't ask you? You asked the security team to come up and beat them, why didn't you use a gun?" Sister Chen retorted to Director Xu.