Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Just when Song Chao was a little at a loss, Zou Yong, director of the third workshop, and Kang Qingquan ran over. "Song Chao, what do you want to do?" Zou Yong asked loudly.

"Director Zou, can't you see that Song Chao wants to beat me to death? I'm waiting to die. You go aside first. When I die, talk to my cousin and ask him to arrange someone to send me back." Zhang Cuihua pushed Zou Yong away and came to Song Chao.

"Are you still a man? Stop wasting time and do it now. Stop acting like a sissy." Zhang Cuihua stretched her face forward.

Song Chao was in a dilemma. He couldn't beat her. If he beat her, would he still be able to work in the factory? If he didn't beat her, he would be embarrassed because so many people were watching.

"Do you want to fight or not?" Seeing that Song Chao didn't fight back, Zhang Cuihua started to beat Song Chao herself. She bumped her head into Song Chao's stomach, knocking him down. Then Qian Ying and Liu Mei came over and grabbed Song Chao's hair. Zhang Cuihua slapped Song Chao a few more times.

"Sister Hua, please forgive him," Zou Yong came over to persuade.

"Director Zou, I must ask clearly, is Song Chao going to beat me to death?" Zhang Cuihua had no choice but to ask Song Chao.

"I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore, I was wrong." Song Chao cried. He was so angry with himself. He was so embarrassed today. He was bullied to death by three old women.

"You are not a man at all. Your words don't keep your word." Zhang Cuihua stood up and looked around. The onlookers quickly lined up. The entire third canteen was in order and no one cut in line.

The entire Third Canteen was very quiet during lunch, except for the sobbing coming from Song Chao.

The employees finished their meal, and Zhang Cuihua and other three also left. Zou Yong, the workshop director, pulled up Song Chao who was still sitting on the ground and said, "Get up, everyone has left. Eat something, it's time to get to work."

"Director" Song Chao burst into tears when he saw Zou Yong.

"Song Chao, why do you want to offend them? I can't afford to offend any of the four of them. Kang Qingquan, who called me here, is the brother-in-law of Deputy Director Liu. Tell me, can you afford to offend any of them?" Zou Yong asked Song Chao.

"I didn't offend anyone. I just wanted to cut in line and get a meal," Song Chao said aggrievedly.

"Don't cut in line in the future. Now Deputy Director Chai has asked the four of them to maintain order in the cafeteria. It seems that this is the intention of all factory leaders. It is better to follow the rules in the factory," said Zou Yong.

Song Chao nodded. He was not stupid. He understood that he was being used as an example because the woman called out his name right away. Their purpose was to kill the chicken to scare the monkey. He was the chicken and the employees were the monkeys.

He stood up and went to the window to get his meal. Since it was the last one, the cafeteria staff gave Song Chaosheng a full lunch box, which was at least twice the usual amount.

"Okay, okay, it's not too much or too little. If it's too much, you'll be given more. If it's too little, don't complain it's not enough. Today is just the right amount to give you more. Have a good meal and don't be sad." An auntie who was serving food looked at Song Chao with sympathy and comforted him.

"Thank you." Song Chao felt the warmth from his colleagues.

Zhang Cuihua and others became famous in the third canteen. At noon in the third canteen, they beat Song Chao, a well-known gangster employee in the factory, to the ground and forced him to admit his mistakes in person. The news quickly spread in the factory.

During the post-shift meetings of each workshop, the directors emphasized that people must queue up to get food in the canteen. The factory now attaches great importance to the order in the canteen. They sent strong staff to rectify the situation, and emphasized that Song Chao was beaten and admitted his mistakes. They also whispered the background of the people who maintained order. The employees nodded one after another, saying that the order in the factory must be maintained and that people who jump the queue would never coexist.

Zhang Cuihua and three others returned to the office for a lunch break, and then had a chat with tracer bullets in the afternoon. They summarized today's battle situation in the third canteen and further improved the plan. They will continue to work in the third canteen tomorrow to maintain today's results.

When the four people were leaving after get off work, everyone, whether they knew them or not, nodded to them. Although the four people were confused, they still nodded politely in return.

"Sister, did you beat Song Chao today?" Zhang Lianhua asked her sister Zhang Cuihua after picking up the child.

"Yes, how did you know?" Zhang Cuihua was a little puzzled.

"Now almost everyone in the factory knows about it. The news of you four people beating up Song Chao in workshop three and maintaining order has spread everywhere," said Zhang Lianhua.

"Will my cousin know?" Zhang Cuihua felt a little embarrassed.

"How could he not know? I saw him when I got off work today, and he said you did a good job," Zhang Lianhua said with a smile.

"That's right. I have strong working ability. I'm not like that bastard Jia Dongxu. He has worked in the factory for seven or eight years but has no good reputation at all. He is a negative example. Just wait and see how I'm going to deal with him today." Zhang Cuihua remembered her colleagues' evaluation of Jia Dongxu.

"Okay, Dongxu is so old now, and he doesn't work in the factory anymore. He is a postman now, and Liu Haizhong in the yard doesn't beat children anymore," Zhang Lianhua advised.

After hearing what her sister said, Zhang Cuihua forced herself to suppress her anger.

Jia Dongxu finished his task early again today. When he returned home in the afternoon, the cement in the backyard was still not dry. His seventh uncle told him to wait three days before going in, but every time he passed by here and looked through the window, he felt particularly happy.

Today Zhang Dabao slept until noon. Not long after he finished his meal, Jia Dongxu came back. Seeing Zhang Dabao basking in the sun, he took a stool and sat next to Zhang Dabao.

"Dongxu, you seem to be in a good mood. Is working in the post office better than working in a steel mill?" Zhang Dabao asked his nephew again.

"It's so good. I have freedom at work and no one controls me. Director Shi is nice to me and never says anything to me. Sometimes he even sorts letters with me. My colleagues don't laugh at each other. After sorting the letters, everyone delivers their own things, eats and goes home. The steel mill is not good. If you don't do your job well, they will laugh at you. And you can't go home early either." Jia Dongxu said a lot, saying that the job of a postman is good.

"Didn't your mother say last time that Xiaodang's birthday was coming soon? Have you chosen the date?" Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu.

"Do children need to choose a date for their birthdays?" Jia Dongxu actually said such a thing.

"Don't you have common sense? Ask your mother when she comes back, and ask her to notify the relatives there. It's better to keep the scope small. Everyone is in a difficult situation now, and it's best for us to live together as a family," said Zhang Dabao.

"I can't make the decision on these things. Go back and ask my mom. Seventh uncle, I have more time now. I can't always play at home. How about I go fishing with my third uncle? A little fishing can improve our family's life," Jia Dongxu asked Zhang Dabao.

"Dongxu, listen to my advice, don't go; you have no affinity with fishing, and you've never been in trouble. Your mother only has you as her son, don't let her worry about it" Zhang Dabiao glanced at Jia Dongxu, how can you keep your bad habits? Still want to catch fish?

The spring breeze blew on people's faces, making them feel warm. After a while, Zhang Dabao felt sleepy and went back to the house to take a nap. Jia Dongxu also felt sleepy and fell asleep in his room.