Siheyuan: Fighting against the beasts under the pressure of the system

"With no other options, Jia Zhang had to cultivate her own land in order to survive. Although the income was not much, it was enough to survive."

Xu Damao gesticulated as he described Jia Zhang's recent situation. Through Xu Damao's narration, Zhang Minghui also understood Jia Zhang's tragic experience.

Jia Zhang's current situation is that no one can help her, and no one is willing to take care of her after she went to the countryside.

The older generation of relatives are all gone, and the new generation of relatives are indeed a little distant from her.

If Jia Zhangshi had a better personality, maybe she would have given him some food to eat. But with her personality, anyone who dared to provoke her would be afraid of being entangled by Jia Zhangshi and unable to get away.

Jia Zhang, who had been lazy and unwilling to work for half her life, finally tasted the bitter fruit. Being old and frail, she did not want to end her life so easily.

She hasn't lived enough yet!

She had no choice but to support herself and start working in the fields again.

Well, people are forced to do things. No one in her village thought that Jia Zhang, who was so old, could still work in the fields, and she did a good job.

The villagers originally wanted to wait until winter was over to collect Jia Zhang's body, but unexpectedly, two winters had passed and Jia Zhang was still alive and kicking.

Much tougher than those old men and women in Murakami.

Jia Zhang, who made a simple living, had a bad habit in the village: foul mouth. Whenever people in the village passed by her door, she would curse them.

Even the village's dogs avoided her doorstep, for fear of angering Jia Zhang.

The villagers were so angry that they wanted to punch the old woman and sew her mouth shut.

It was just that the crackdown had just ended, and countless criminals had been dealt with by the public security organs in accordance with the law. These villagers were not stupid, and it was not worth it for them to sacrifice themselves for the sake of Jia Zhangshi, a shrew.

At worst, just stay away from her.

Listening to Xu Damao's description, Zhang Minghui seemed to see Jia Zhang working hard under the scorching sun with her white hair on her head, mumbling a lot of irrelevant words.

Alas, Jia Zhang, who had never suffered in half her life, finally ushered in her happy life in her later years.

The hot dishes made by Cheng Siyu were served. She sat at the table and listened to Xu Damao introducing the people and things in the courtyard one by one.

"Brother Minghui, let me tell you something else that will make you happy. Our Xu family finally has the next generation. Last year, Jingru finally gave birth to a big fat boy for me."

Zhang Minghui looked at Xu Damao in surprise. When he came back two years ago, he hadn't heard that Xu Damao had a child. He thought Xu Damao would be the same as in the TV series.

No one will take care of you in your old age and see you to the end of your life!

I was just about to raise my glass to wish Xu Damao the best.

Unexpectedly, Xu Damao cried out "boo" and burst into tears. He cried so hard that he couldn't stop crying. He spoke incoherently.

"Brother Minghui! I, Xu Damao...finally...finally...have a successor."

"Brother, I have had a miserable life! There are three types of unfilial behavior, and the worst is to have no descendants. Before my parents passed away, they never saw the next generation of our Xu family."

Cheng Siyu hurried into the house and took out a towel. After handing it to Xu Damao, she comforted him softly.

"Brother Damao, this is a great joy! The incense of your Xu family can be passed on. Your parents' spirits in heaven must be blessing you!"

Xu Damao wiped the tears from his face and put the towel on the table. He spoke with a choked voice.

"Thank you, sister-in-law. You don't know that for many years, the neighbors have been talking about me behind my back, saying that our Xu family will never have an offspring. They are all waiting to take advantage of our Xu family!"

"In the past few years, I couldn't even stand up straight when I spoke outside. I was afraid that others would talk about my children."

"It's good now. Our Xu family finally has the next generation. Let these grandchildren gossip about me behind my back. When my son grows up, he will deal with these bastards one by one."

Zhang Minghui quickly raised his glass and clinked it with Xu Damao's, saying auspicious words and wishing Xu Damao the birth of the next generation.

After Xu Damao finished drinking, his tongue became swollen and he spoke with a dazed look in his eyes.

"Minghui, I heard you were back, so I came here to tell you the news. We have had some unpleasant experiences over the years, but I know you have always given in to me."

"I did something wrong in the past, and I am here today to make amends and apologize to you."

Just as Zhang Minghui was about to stand up and say something, Xu Damao grabbed Zhang Minghui's arm and pushed him back into his seat.

Xu Damao stood up shakily, picked up the glass of wine, and spoke in a high-pitched voice.

"Brother Minghui, I only have this one son. He is your eldest nephew. If I am gone in the future, I hope you can help me take care of your eldest nephew."

"Just don't let him get bullied."

Zhang Minghui quickly raised his glass and clinked it with Xu Damao, then said with a smile on his face.

"Brother Damao, I'm being polite. I can't control other people's children, but your son, Xu Damao, is my nephew. I will never let anyone bully him casually."

When Xu Damao heard this, his wrinkles on his face were all smiling, and he drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. The big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. His son now had a backer.

Xu Damao knew that Zhang Minghui was no ordinary person. Xu Damao remembered everything that happened in the hospital in the past few years. He had long been afraid of Zhang Minghui and did not dare to provoke him easily.

This time, he used his son as an excuse to find a backer for his son and reconnect with Zhang Minghui. The waters in the city are too deep, and there is no telling who his son will offend in the future.

Xu Damao, who was prepared for a rainy day, had already used all his connections to pave the way for this little guy.

The drinking was very enjoyable, Zhang Minghui even wanted to ask Xu Damao to stay at home for a while and leave after he sobered up, but Xu Damao refused with a smile.

"Minghui, this...this...liquidity...is nothing. It's...not even a problem."

Xu Damao pushed his bicycle to the gate and waved to Zhang Minghui. He glared at him for several times before getting on his bicycle and riding away.

Zhang Minghui came to his senses and closed the door. When he entered the room, Cheng Siyu had already taken down the table and was wiping it with a rag.

Seeing Zhang Minghui enter the room, Cheng Siyu suddenly said something.

"Minghui, let's go back to the courtyard after the New Year! That courtyard has left us with so many memories. I miss that courtyard."

Hearing Cheng Siyu's words, Zhang Minghui smiled faintly and said meaningfully.

"Okay, after the New Year, let's all go back and visit our old neighbors and take a closer look at them. Otherwise, we might not see them again someday."