Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Dabao," Master Huo from the east wing called Zhang Dabao out from the world of books.

"Master Huo, let's go inside." Zhang Dabao looked and saw that the sun had already set. The elementary school children had all returned, and those who worked nearby had also returned.

"Da Biao, are you still going to buy a house?" Master Huo asked this question as he sat down.

"Buy a house? I don't quite understand what you said, can you explain it in detail?" Zhang Dabao was stunned by the question.

"I have two houses to sell. My son has given birth to a grandson for me, so they have three children now. My daughter-in-law cannot take care of them alone, so they want us, old couple, to move over. So I applied for a transfer. Now the transfer procedures have been completed. I don't know when I can come back after going to the Northeast, so I want to sell the house. It is a private house and I have the procedures," said Master Huo.

"How much do you want to sell it for? If the price is right, I will buy it." Zhang Dabao understood what Master Huo meant.

"I have two rooms, the market price is about 450 yuan. If you want to buy it, yuan will be enough. We are neighbors, so you are helping me," said Master Huo.

"Let's just say 500 yuan. You can't take the furniture with you, so just leave it all behind. I'll see you off tonight and we'll handle the formalities tomorrow," said Zhang Dabao.

"It's not appropriate. Let me treat you to a meal. You and your sister and Xiao Huang have been in the hospital for quite some time, and I haven't held a welcome party for you yet," Master Huo quickly declined.

"There's nothing inappropriate about it. Maybe I'll go to the Northeast to visit you one day. It's settled. I just bought a roast chicken and I'll cook two more dishes. You just go back and ask Aunt Huo to come over." Zhang Dabao originally planned to share the happiness with his family, but after inviting Master Huo's family, there were even more happy people.

"It's settled. My second sister and Xinsheng will be here soon. You should get ready now." Seeing that Master Huo was still hesitating, Zhang Dabao asked him to go home and call his wife.

"Da Biao, they all say that you have a bad temper and are difficult to get along with, but I think you are the easiest person to get along with." Master Huo was a little touched.

"They have a lot on their mind, I don't think about this or that," Zhang Dabao smiled.

Master Huo did not refuse anymore. He left Zhang Dabao's house and went back to call his old friends.

"How about it, do you want Zhang Dabao?" the old man's wife asked hurriedly when she saw Huo Yusen coming back.

"Zhang Dabiao is so kind. He took it and gave us 500 yuan and asked us to leave the furniture. But how much can furniture be worth? He also wanted to see us off tonight with chicken and meat. It makes us feel uncomfortable," Huo Yusen said to his wife.

"I'm so sorry. When you left, I was afraid that Zhang Dabao would beat you. I didn't expect..." His wife also sighed and said.

"Take the wine my daughter gave me. They are sincere to us, so we can't be stingy. When you leave tomorrow, just take the luggage and leave the rest to Da Biao," Huo Yusen said.

"I listen to you. It seems we misunderstood him." The old man was also a little touched. What period is it now? There are chickens and meat. They are treated as guests of honor.

Zhang Dabao can't cook, he just doesn't like to cook. How could he survive living alone for more than ten years without knowing how to cook? In a short while, stir-fried pork with green onions, scrambled eggs, spicy and sour potato shreds, and fried peanuts were ready. Together with the roast chicken he bought, it should have been a very sumptuous meal in 60s.

"Brother, what's going on? There are so many dishes." Huang Xinsheng came back.

"Master Huo from next door has been transferred. Let's see them off. Have you washed your hands? After washing your hands, bring the dishes to the table. Then go call Master Huo and his wife. I'll steam the rice," Zhang Dabao said to Huang Xinsheng.

"Okay," Huang Xinsheng got busy.

Zhang Lianhua also came back with her daughter, "Da Biao, are there any guests?"

"Master Huo next door has been transferred to the Northeast, let's see them off. Aunt Huo should come too, let's eat together," Zhang Dabao explained to his second sister.

The old couple Huo Yusen, Zhang Dabao, Huang Xinsheng, Zhang Lianhua and Jia Jingshu sat at the table, drinking the Xinghuacun drink that Huo Yusen brought. They had finished less than half a cup when Jia Gongxu came in with a bowl of food.

"Seventh uncle, aunt and you guys are ready to eat. I'm inviting my master to dinner today and I've brought you a dish." Jia Dongxu put the dish on the table.

"It seems that you have made progress. Put it down, second sister. There are still some peanuts and other things in the pot. Take them back to Dongxu as a snack," said Zhang Dabia.

"Uncle Huo and Aunt Huo are here too," Jia Dongxu saw the other two people at the table.

"Dongxu, your uncle Huo has been transferred. Dabao would like to invite us to dinner and have a drink together?" Aunt Huo said to Jia Dongxu.

"No, auntie, my dishes are all ready, and my master and Zhuzi are still there." After Jia Dongxu said this, Zhang Lianhua came back after serving the dishes and gave the bowl to Jia Dongxu.

"Master, Uncle Huo from the backyard is leaving." Jia Dongxu, Yi Zhonghai, and He Yuzhu also sat down, poured wine, and started drinking.

"Old Huo is leaving? I haven't heard about it. When did it happen?" Yi Zhonghai was a little surprised.

"I was just at my seventh uncle's house, seeing them off. He should be going to his son's place. I heard that his Xiaogang had another son." Jia Dongxu analyzed the reason.

"Now that Old Huo is gone, what should we do with his house?" Zhang Cuihua discovered the problem.

"The Huo family's house is private, so it should be sold. The market price of two rooms is about 500 yuan," said Yi Zhonghai.

"Mom, why don't I give my seventh uncle some money to buy it?" Jia Dongxu turned around and asked Zhang Cuihua.

"Fuck you, what are you going to pay back? You don't even have five yuan, and it's hard for your family to eat, and you dare to borrow 500 yuan." Zhang Cuihua put down the shoe sole in her hand and started scolding her son.

"It's not that my seventh uncle is rich," Jia Dongxu wanted to explain.

"The money your seventh uncle has is his, not yours. You borrowed it, when can you pay it back? I've seen clearly that you just want to cheat your uncle of his money. You're such a bastard that you even cheat your own uncle." Zhang Cuihua became more and more angry as she spoke, and she hit Jia Dongxu twice.

"Grandma, my dad is not a bastard, he is the egg you laid, and you are not a bastard." Bang Geng on the side noticed that what grandma said was wrong and quickly reminded her.

"Puff" a mouthful of wine spurted out of He Yuzui's mouth, choking him and making his face red and painful. "Banggeng has been smart since he was young, I can see that," He Yuzhu said after coughing a few times.

"Do you need to tell me how smart Banggeng is? The child will take after me, not those bastards from the Jia family," Zhang Cuihua said proudly.

"Grandma, my last name is also Jia," Banggeng raised his head and corrected Zhang Cuihua's words.

"Puff" Yi Zhonghai's snot spurted out, he ran to the door and coughed violently for a while, almost suffocating him to death.

"Sister-in-law, Dongxu is grown up now. Don't scold or beat him at every turn. He will feel embarrassed," Yi Zhonghai persuaded Zhang Cuihua after he came back.

"Does he still want face? Face is something you have to earn yourself. Just like you, Old Yi, when you go somewhere, people have to call you Master Yi, out of respect for you being an eighth-level technician. When Zhuzi goes out to help people cook, they also call him Master He or Master He. When Dongxu goes out, what do people call him? The son of Jia Youfu? The apprentice of Yi Zhonghai? Then the next sentence is, he is still a first-level worker after almost seven years. I wonder how Yi Zhonghai taught him? Is this a glorious thing? Can people give you face?" Zhang Cuihua asked several questions.

"No, sister-in-law, Dongxu knows how to make progress, so he worked very hard today," Yi Zhonghai quickly explained.

"He knows how to make progress and has some conscience. This bastard makes me so mad. When he goes out to quarrel with others, they always use his inability to advance to the next level as an excuse. It makes me so mad," Zhang Cuihua continued.

"He has a great chance of advancing this time," Yi Zhonghai quickly tried to smooth things over.

Zhang Cuihua stopped talking about her son and picked up the shoe sole and started working again.