Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

There really was millet in the warehouse, and a considerable amount of it. In addition to millet, there were also some other supplies, which looked like food, and some mutton, whole sheep meat, of which there were at least one or two hundred.

"Brother Hu, there are a lot of things," said Zhang Dabao.

"Brother Zhang, I have a lot of things, but I don't want to give them to you. I also want your military coat and car," Hu Lai said with a sneer.

"You want the car too? Then what about the people?" Zhang Dabao noticed something was wrong as soon as he entered the warehouse. Seven or eight big men were holding wooden sticks and looking at him with ill intentions. It was obviously a shady shop.

"What to do with the person? It's not easy. We have no choice but to bury you. Who made you have such a thing?" Hu Lai said, and then signaled the big men to take action.

At this time, Zhang Dabao reached into his arms, took out two pistols, and fired immediately. He emptied the magazines of both guns, then replaced the magazines and continued to call the roll and reload the guns of the people in the warehouse.

"Hu Lai, if you want to rob other thieves you have to check your own strength. Do you have the strength?" Zhang Dabao said to Hu Lai, who died with his eyes open. Then he put all the supplies in the warehouse into the space. Outside the warehouse, there was still half a yard of coal in the yard. Zhang Dabao didn't hesitate and collected them all.

Hu Lai and the others received the body in their space, and when they went into the mountains tomorrow, they would just find a random place to bury it. Didn't he like burying people? He must also like being buried.

Zhang Dabiao was very happy when he returned to the guesthouse. He had gifts for Beijing. He had 20,000 kilograms of millet and a hundred or so sheep. Who wouldn't be happy to give them to? Moreover, he had so much coal, at least several hundred tons. He would have to use it for heating the kang for a hundred or two hundred years.

I was in a good mood and slept well. I slept until dawn. After getting up, I ate something. According to the address given by my comrade-in-arms, I first asked the waiter, then asked two people on the street, and set off and headed straight for Meijia Village at the foot of Liuling Mountain.

The further we got to the edge of the mountain, the more desolate it felt. It was the end of the year and people should be busy with the New Year celebrations, but there was no hint of the New Year atmosphere here. Not to mention being busy with the New Year celebrations, there was not even a single person to be seen on the road. After driving for about two hours, we saw from the map that we were almost there. Zhang Dabao wanted to find someone to ask, but there was no one on the road, so he could only go to the village to ask.

Fortunately, there was a sign at the entrance of the village, which was the village office. It was Niujia Village, so where was Meijia Village? Zhang Dabiao walked to the village office.

"Hello, fellow villager, where is Meijia Village?" Zhang Dabao lit a cigarette for the middle-aged man in the village office.

"Meijia Village? It's just three miles ahead. There's a big archway at the entrance of the village, and a big persimmon tree." The middle-aged man was not very enthusiastic, but he also told the information about Meijia Village.

After leaving the Niujia Village Office, Zhang Dabao found the archway and the big persimmon tree at the entrance of Meijia Village. This is also a mountain village. The road into the mountain is not accessible to cars and winds upward, but you can see the houses in the village by standing on the side of the road.

"It's too hard to find." Zhang Dabao got out of the car, parked it on the side of the road, then took a bag from the car and walked into the village.

Meijia Village is different from Niujia Village. This village seems to be more lively than Niujia Village. At least, there are people on the roads in the village.

"Brother, how do I get to Xin Zhongyuan's house?" Zhang Dabao stopped a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit, who looked like a cadre.

"Xin Zhongyuan? What do you want to do with him?" the middle-aged man asked Zhang Dabao.

"I am Xin Zhongyuan's comrade-in-arms. I am passing by here on a business trip and came to see his mother." Zhang Dabao took out a cigarette and lit it for the man.

"I thought so. Xin Zhongyuan died a long time ago. How could anyone look for him? Where are you from?" the man asked as he lit a cigarette.

"I'm from Beijing and came to Shanxi on a business trip. Who else is in the letter?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"We have an old mother and a younger brother named Xin Zhongfang. They have a small surname and they are the only family in our village," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"He has a younger brother. Okay, I'll go over and see where his house is?" Zhang Dabao asked again.

"You brought a lot of things?" the middle-aged man asked again.

"What does what I bring have to do with you? You look like a cadre, and you serve the people in this way. You are not a high-ranking official, but you pretend to be so arrogant." Zhang Dabao got angry and started to scold the man, speaking in a sarcastic tone, asking what kind of person he is.

"Boy, you have guts. Xin Zhongyuan didn't dare to scold me when he was alive, but you, an outsider, dare to do so. You really have guts," said the middle-aged man.

"Fuck you, can't I find me without you? What the hell?" Zhang Dabao sneered at the middle-aged man and turned to walk towards the village.

The folk customs of this village are quite unsimple and unsophisticated. After asking five families, no one could get the answer until he saw two thatched houses at the entrance of the village. Zhang Dabao thought that the people here are so unfriendly. The Xin family is a small family and they will definitely exclude them. This family at the entrance of the village might be one of them. So Zhang Dabao came to the thatched house at the entrance of the village, and it turned out to be the Xin family.

"Young man, are you Xin Zhongyuan's younger brother?" Zhang Dabao saw a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old in the yard.

"I believe in the Chinese side. My brother died in the army," said the young man.

"It's good that you believe in China. My name is Zhang Dabao. I'm from Beijing. I'm on a business trip to Shanxi and came to your home to visit my mother in Zhongyuan," said Zhang Dabao.

"Zhang Dabao? I've heard of you. My brother wrote to me and said that you are the company commander and are very good at looking for trouble." The letter originally asked Zhang Dabao to come into the house.

"Chinese side, who is it?" asked an old lady's voice.

"Mom, my brother's comrade-in-arms is here to see you. He is Zhang Dabao." In the letter, Fang helped his mother up from the bed.

"Zhang Dabao? Captain Zhang? Aren't you from Beijing? Why did you come all the way here?" Xin Zhongfang's mother struggled to sit up.

"Auntie, you are sick?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"I'm fine. Please pour some water for Captain Zhang. Captain Zhang, we have nothing to treat you," said Xin Zhongyuan's mother.

"Aunt, why is the family in such a state? Is there any pension for Zhongyuan's sacrifice? It was all spent when something happened." Zhang Dabao saw that Xin's family was in such a mess. There was not a single decent piece of furniture in the house, and the house was just a thatched house.

"That bastard Mei Liangxin claimed the money falsely. The commune director is his brother and the postman is his nephew. After he received the money, he said that my brother misappropriated the money when he was alive, and his pension is not enough, and they deduct some from us every year when we distribute food rations. If they deduct again this year, I will fight them. I will die anyway," Fang said in the letter.

"Chinese side, what's going on? Who is this Mei Liangxin?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Mei Liangxin is the village chief. He used to be a bully. His brother was an opportunist. After liberation, he became a commune cadre and made Mei Liangxin the village chief. As a result, the village became a mess. People would snatch anything good from other families. He has many relatives, so no one in the village dares to say anything," Fang said in the letter.