Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

In the morning, Zhang Dabao came out of the backyard and left the No. 95 compound. He had agreed to have a family dinner in the evening, so he went out to the market to see if he had any ingredients. Even if he didn't, he had to pretend. Otherwise, how would you explain the source of your canteens? The No. 95 compound in Nanluoguxiang, Hongxing Street, was full of hidden talents. Although Liu Haizhong, who liked to report others the most, was in jail, and another Xu Damao was his good brother and went to Hong Kong, the others should not be underestimated. The most shrewd and calculating third uncle Yan Bugui was still in the compound.

Zhang Dabao felt that Yan Bugui should be the smartest person in the No. 95 courtyard, at least much better than Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong. He never took the lead in anything and always hid behind others. He was the first to withdraw when encountering danger and always wanted to have a share of the benefits when he saw them. You say he is rich, but his family has to count the pickles when they eat them. You say he is poor, but in the original book he has a bicycle, a radio, and a TV. When Yan Jiecheng and his wife opened a restaurant and borrowed money from him, he could always give them money.

Now the question is, where did he get his money from? Everyone knows that he is very frugal, but everyone forgets that the most basic element of being rich is not saving, but increasing income. If a poor man has only ten yuan on him, can he become a rich man by being frugal? Obviously, it is impossible.

Everyone was deceived by his frugality, but Yan Bugui was not as simple as he seemed.

"Da Biao, are you going out?" Yan Bugui was sorting something at the gate of the courtyard.

"Teacher Yan, you are too hardworking. Every time I see you, you are busy with something. You never have a moment to rest." Zhang Dabao stopped and started talking to Yan Bugui.

"We are a poor family in Dabiao, so as long as things are usable, we have to repair them. It would be a shame to throw them away. Can you stay for two more days this time?" Yan Bugui put down the work in his hands.

"I will leave in a few days. There are too many things to do. Teacher Yan, some things should not be obsessed with them after they have passed. Do you think the world will change again?" Zhang Dabao changed the subject and asked Yan Bugui a question.

"Da Biao, what are you talking about? It's spring already. Spring is short here and it will get warmer soon," Yan Bugui said stutteringly.

"Teacher Yan, you should know what I am saying. To be honest, I admire you very much. At least you are all loyal people. But times have changed. Didn't the eldest lady of the old Yi family pass away? Jie Di is a really good kid, and Jie Kuang is also okay. Don't delay them. No matter how deep or secretive a person hides, he won't be discovered, right? Li De..." After saying this, Zhang Dabao walked out of the yard, rode his motorcycle, and left.

At this time, the large group of people going to work came out. They greeted Yan Bugui, who was in a daze at the gate of the yard, and left the yard one after another. Yan Bugui was now confused and stood there at a loss. He understood what Zhang Dabao meant, and Zhang Dabao had discovered his other identity.

Today is not a day off, so Yan Bugui also has to go to work. He came to Hongxing Primary School and sat in the office for a while. He still felt uncomfortable, so he asked for leave from his leader and returned home.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Yang Ruihua asked.

"I have a headache. I just need to lie down for a while. You can go out and do some work," Yan Bugui said to his wife.

"If it hurts a lot, go see a doctor. Now our family's income has increased, and I can make some money from handicrafts," Yang Ruihua said as he walked outside.

Yan Bugui did not answer his wife's question. His wife did not know the real situation at home. Could his family really be without money? Now Yan Bugui had a question that he could not figure out: how did Zhang Dabiao find out that he was wrong?

He is the third uncle in the courtyard, but he is the last one in charge. He usually doesn't take care of things. Yi Zhonghai handles all the matters. The identity of the uncle in charge is enough to make most people in the courtyard respect him. In addition, he is famous for being calculating and thrifty. Even if he has some money, people will only think that he has saved it, and he doesn't spend a lot of money in normal times. The biggest expense now should be the job he bought for Yan Jiefang, but isn't it normal to have a few hundred dollars at home?

Yan Bugui couldn't figure it out. He knew that Zhang Dabiao was not easy to mess with, so since Zhang Dabiao came to the hospital, he never messed with him. Even when his eldest son Yan Jiecheng wanted to report him, he tried his best to persuade him, but Yan Jiecheng didn't listen. He was arrested, and then participated in the bank robbery, and beat Lao Yi seriously. Of course, he was also punished. He went to the northwest for reform, and there is no news until now, and no one knows whether he is alive or dead.

I can't stay in No. 95 Courtyard anymore, I have to leave. The question now is whether I should leave alone or take my family with me. From what Zhang Dabao said, he still prefers Jie Kuang and Jie Di, so I should let him go, and when he comes back, I can go talk to him myself.

An unknown amount of time had passed, Yan Bugui was still lost in thought, when suddenly he heard the sound of a motorcycle outside the door. Zhang Dabao had returned. Yan Bugui quickly got up, went to the gate of the yard, and helped Zhang Dabao move things.

And they moved to Zhang Dabao's house. They moved back and forth twice. Zhang Dabao smiled and asked Yan Bugui to sit down.

Yan Bugui closed the door and returned to Zhang Dabiao's living room. "Dabiao, what's my question?"

"Teacher Yan, do you think I am lying to you? The place where you often go every day happens to be able to see the street intersection. There is a dead mailbox there. You must know it, right?" Zhang Dabao said it all.

"How do you know? That mailbox hasn't been activated for ten years. To be precise, it has never been activated once. We haven't received any task assignments after liberation, and Lao Yi's wife is the user of that mailbox," said Yan Bugui.

"Teacher Yan, the children should not know about your situation, right? I don't know why you joined them. You have also seen that our country is becoming stronger and stronger. You should be powerless to change the situation. Like Lao Yi, apply to go to a remote place to leave a way for your family and children. To be honest, someone in your group has been arrested, and I don't know how you contacted them, but as long as you are in Beijing, there will be more chances of exposing your tracks," Zhang Dabao said to Yan Bugui.

"Da Biao, once you enter the world, you have no choice. I have lived in fear every day for the past ten years, afraid that someone would come looking for me," said Yan Bugui.

"Teacher Yan, are you a fox?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Of course not. I was just supervising Yi Zhonghai's wife. I only paid attention to the mailbox when something happened to him. If she was still in the yard, I would not pay attention to the mailbox at all. I would just pay attention to her," said Yan Bugui.

"Who else are you supervising? A supervisor cannot supervise only one person," said Zhang Dabao.