Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

When Zhang Dabao heard what Zhiyong said about today's events, he went to the security department to inquire about it. Then he broke out in a sweat, thinking that his eldest nephew would finally not have to be hung on the wall because Xiao Lu died for him.

Without waiting for Li Huaide, Zhang Dabao looked at the time, took out a basket of steamed buns from the space, put them in the lunch box, took it to the hospital, and got a bowl of porridge from the hospital cafeteria. Looking at Jia Dongxu wolfing down the buns, Zhang Dabao felt for the first time that Jia Dongxu was a little cute. He thought to himself, Dongxu, you fell well, it's a wonderful way to fall. It doesn't matter if you hit your balls or get pneumonia, but your life is saved.

"Seventh Uncle, the buns are so delicious, and they are filled with meat. I have never eaten steamed buns like this before." After eating ten buns, Jia Dongxu wiped his mouth and said.

"There are many things you haven't eaten. There will be plenty of time for you to eat them in the future. How do you feel? Are you feeling better?" Zhang Dabao didn't want to argue with him today. Let him have a happy day as a celebration of his new life.

"It's okay, I feel better. Why don't we go home this afternoon? It's a waste of money here," said Jia Dongxu.

"Stay one more day. If you don't have a fever tomorrow, we'll go back. What shall we eat tonight? How about roujiamo?" Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu.

"Uncle Qi, what is Roujiamo?" Jia Dongxu asked.

"You don't even know what roujiamo is? You are so ignorant. It's made by roasting the meat until it's golden brown and crispy, then cutting it in the middle with a knife, chopping up the braised pork, and then putting some chili and coriander on it. It tastes amazing. It's a Shaanxi specialty," said Zhang Dabia's Jia Dongxu.

"The farthest place I've been is my grandpa's house. There's no place farther than that. I've never even heard of it. How could I know if Seventh Uncle is delicious?" Jia Dongxu's drool was flowing, and he wiped it with his sleeve.

"You'll know in the evening. If it's okay, you can stay here alone. I'll eat, take a shower, and have a good sleep," said Zhang Dabao.

"Seventh Uncle, I'm fine. I think it's okay to be discharged from the hospital now. Please ask Huairu to bring me a pair of pants. I just peed a little," Jia Dongxu said with his head down.

"I really want to beat you to death, you bastard. Are you disgusting? I'm going home and will come again in the evening." Zhang Dabao raised his hand and scared Jia Dongxu so much that he lay down directly.

After Zhang Dabao left in the morning, a fellow patient came to Jia Dongxu's ward. He was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. His wife, who was in her forties, did not dress like an ordinary person and must have worked in a government agency.

After Zhang Dabiao left, the woman asked Jia Dongxu, "Young man, is that your uncle? So young?"

"Is he my uncle? He's my mother's younger brother, from my third uncle's family. He's five years younger than me. What's wrong with you, uncle?" Jia Dongxu was also a little bored, and it would be best if he had someone to chat with.

"Just like you, he had pneumonia caused by a cold. You are almost recovered, but he still has a fever. Was that meat buns your uncle gave you just now? Do we have those in our hospital?" the woman asked again.

"Probably not. My seventh uncle is very capable. He has many comrades-in-arms, and his elders are all leaders. He has wide connections. He should have bought it from some private convenience stores. He also brought me roujiamo in the evening. I haven't eaten it yet. I wonder if it tastes good?" said Jia Dongxu.

"How can it not taste good? We are from Shaanxi and have been in Beijing for more than ten years. The number of times we have eaten roujiamo can be counted on ten fingers," said the woman.

"Is it sold in Beijing? Why haven't I seen it before?" Jia Dongxu was a little surprised.

"Of course there is, otherwise how could your seventh uncle buy it for you? There used to be a shop selling it in Dashilan. It was delicious, but it has been closed for more than a year," said the woman.

"I'm sure he was selling them secretly at home." The smart Jia Dongxu thought of the answer.

"Young man, you seem to have a kind heart. Can you ask your seventh uncle to bring one for us? My husband is sick and he just wants to eat the food from his hometown," the woman said sadly.

"Okay, if my seventh uncle brings me two, I'll give you one each," Jia Dongxu agreed to the woman's request.

"Thank you so much. In the past, when doing favors in Dazhalan, it was 2.5 cents per person and you also needed a meat ticket. I'll give you one dollar per person, but I don't have a meat ticket," said the woman.

"No need. Just ask my seventh uncle when the time comes. But he doesn't care much about money. He has money. At the beginning of the year, he went up the mountain alone and caught 19 wild boars and sold them to the factory. He made a lot of money," said Jia Dongxu.

"Catching nineteen wild boars, so brave?" The woman was surprised.

Jia Dongxu began to talk about the glorious deeds of his seventh uncle.

Zhang Dabao returned to Yard No. 95 and unexpectedly saw Yi Zhonghai, who was walking towards home with a hunched back.

Zhang Dabao thought that it seemed that Yi Zhonghai was also frightened by this incident. He was quite nice to Jia Dongxu and really taught him the techniques, but Jia Dongxu just couldn't learn. As for other apprentices, Yi Zhonghai was not so attentive, so his senior apprentice was not as good as Liu Haizhong, a seventh-level apprentice.

Yi Zhonghai raised Jia Dongxu as his son, but his desire for control was too strong, and he always wanted to control everything. Jia Dongxu, who was heartless, didn't care, and He Yuzhu, who was careless, didn't care either. But why not ask others to agree with your point of view? Isn't it better to put yourself in their shoes? You have to use tricks, as if Yi Zhonghai is the smartest person in the world.

Sometimes being too smart is not a good thing. My cousin Zhang Dasong is a smart man, but his life ends up being a mess.

"Da Biao, is Dongxu feeling better?" Zhang Cuihua thought of her sick son.

"He's much better. He doesn't have a fever anymore. Let him stay for another day to consolidate his condition. If he doesn't have a fever tomorrow, he'll be fine. This time his cold caused pneumonia," Zhang Dabao explained to Zhang Cuihua.

"This bastard Dong Ding just wouldn't listen when I told him not to go into the water. What good could come of him going into the water that time? I beat him up the first time. Last time he went fishing and fell into the water, it took Old Yan to pull him out, and he caught a cold, which cost fifty cents. Five dollars may not be enough this time. If he goes into the water again, I will beat him to death," Zhang Cuihua said angrily.

Zhang Dabao smiled but said nothing, thinking that if Dongxu hadn't gone into the water and hadn't been hospitalized with a fever, he would definitely have gone to take the exam. Maybe you would be the one howling at home now, so be content!

Zhang Cuihua saw her brother smile, but she didn't quite understand what he meant. She wanted to ask about changing Dongxu's position, but before she could ask, Dabiao left first.

"Old Yi, what did you say?" Aunt Liu Cuiping was terrified after hearing Yi Zhonghai's analysis.

"What did I say? Didn't you understand it all? Fortunately Dongxu took a leave. If he had gone, I really don't know what I would do," Yi Zhonghai said with a long sigh.