Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Zhang Dabiao got up early, thinking of the 70 to 80 kilograms of meat he still had in the kitchen, and wanted to smoke it. But he had authentic smoked meat in his own space, so it was totally unnecessary to smoke it, so he decided to share it with everyone.

Give five or six kilograms to the He family and Zhang Cuihua's family, then go to my aunt's family, my cousin's family, Xing Baoguo, Niu Kewu, You Zhiyong, Hu Chunfeng, plus Zhang Weihua, and Lei Huanian and three others. Each family has five or six kilograms, and there is basically nothing left.

When he went out, he saw Jia Dongxu who had just returned from the hospital, and Zhang Dabao called him.

"Dongxu, come here," Zhang Dabao called him.

"Seventh Uncle, do you want to buy buns again?" Jia Dongxu walked over happily.

"What kind of buns do you want? If you want, make one for yourself. I'll cut some meat for you." Zhang Dabao went to the kitchen and cut a piece of meat for Jia Dongxu, then cut another piece, "One piece for your mother, and the other for Zhuzi."

"Give it to Sha Zhu?" Jia Dongxu was a little unhappy.

"He will be your uncle from now on, hurry up," Zhang Dabiao said to him straight in the face.

"I don't call him uncle. This bastard has called me brother for twenty years. Now he thinks he is my elder," Jia Dongxu muttered as he walked.

"Silly Zhu, this is given to you by my seventh uncle." When Jia Dongxu arrived at the He family, he had nothing nice to say. He just put down the meat and left.

"Da Biao gave it to me. What does he want to eat?" He Yuzhu didn't care about Jia Dongxu's expression.

"He said he wanted to eat buns, but the ones sold outside are not tasty. How about you make some big buns?" Jia Dongxu immediately turned around and asked He Yuzhu with a smile.

"Are you born in the year of the dog? Your face changes faster than a dog's. Do you want to eat it or does Da Biao want to eat it?" He Yuzhu didn't believe what Jia Dongxu said.

"What are you talking about? Silly Zhu, don't even think about me calling you uncle." Jia Dongxu left angrily.

"Mom, this is the meat given by my seventh uncle." Jia Dongxu returned to his home in the central courtyard. His mother Zhang Cuihua was sitting at the door holding Xiaodang.

"So many? Huairu is pregnant now and we need to give her some nourishment. How about making some dumplings? Dabiao also likes dumplings," Zhang Cuihua said to herself.

"Mom, it would be delicious if we make it into big buns," Jia Dongxu suggested.

"Even if they are made into big buns, they are not enough for you to eat. Why make buns? Go and eat. I'll ask Huairu later." Zhang Cuihua rejected her son's suggestion without even thinking about it.

Jia Dongxu felt that his status in the family was becoming smaller and smaller, even lower than Xiaodang's.

After breakfast, Zhang Dabao came to the factory with the cut meat. He chatted with Xing Baoguo at the door and gave him five or six pounds of meat. Then he carried the cloth bag of meat into the factory, to the personnel department, supply and marketing department, and finally to Li Huaide's office.

"Da Biao, what's the matter with you coming to the factory today?" Li Huaide saw his nephew, stood up from behind the desk and came to the rest area.

"It's nothing. Yesterday, Xu Damao and I went up the mountain and hunted a wild boar. We each shared it in half. I brought you some meat," said Zhang Dabao.

"Don't eat alone all the time. There is a severe shortage of meat in the factory right now. Who did you go with?" Li Huaide seemed to have heard a name just now.

"Xu Damao, he's from the same studio as us, and he's a projectionist in the factory," Zhang Dabao explained.

"What can we do by taking him with us? Just give ourselves away to be killed? Xu Damao is not even as strong as a woman," said Li Huaide.

"We went out to play together, and we happened to meet him, so we shot him to death," Zhang Dabao said casually.

"Did you know that Lao Yi from your hospital has applied for construction assistance?" Li Huaide asked Zhang Dabao.

"I heard him say it once. He was scared after being beaten, so this time the person who did it was a young man in our yard. Lao Yi has a lame leg," said Zhang Dabao.

"Level 8 workers are in short supply everywhere. If they are willing to go, let them go. You can't keep them. What's going on? Have you been to Lao Yang?" Li Huaide asked Zhang Dabao.

"No, do you need me to go there?" Zhang Dabiao thought, aren't you two incompatible? I'm your relative, is it appropriate for me to go to Lao Yang's place?

"Go ahead. Lao Yang and I just have some disagreements on work. We have different ideas, but they are both for the development of the factory. You are the section chief now. If you get along better with Lao Yang, it will be good for your future. Just take these things over." Li Huaide was really considering Zhang Dabao.

"I still have some. Should I go there?" Zhang Dabao asked Li Huaide.

"Just go," Li Huaide smiled.

Zhang Dabao left Li Huaide's office, turned the corner, looked around to see if there was anyone around, took out a copy from the space, and came to Yang Weihua's office.

"Director, are you busy?" After Zhang Dabao knocked on the door and heard the sound of someone coming in, he came to Yang Weihua's office.

"Da Biao is here, come and sit down. What business do you have at the factory?" Yang Weihua was also very enthusiastic.

"It's nothing. I went hunting with my friends yesterday and killed a wild boar. I brought some meat for you," Zhang Dabao pointed to the cloth bag.

"Da Biao, you are so thoughtful. The supply of meat in the market is very tight right now. My grandson is craving for meat and asks me for it every day," Yang Weihua said with a smile.

"Director, how is Niu Kewu recovering now? Any news?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"You've recovered well. Do you still want to go? Are you not afraid of danger?" Yang Weihua asked.

"It is dangerous, yes. Are soldiers afraid of danger? If they were afraid, they wouldn't have joined the army. I just heard from my cousin that there is a shortage of meat in the factory. We can buy some on the grassland. There are mutton, horse meat and beef," said Zhang Dabao.

"Da Biao, your suggestion is very important. I will discuss it with them later. We may need to send someone there in a few days," said Yang Weihua.

After chatting for a few more words, Zhang Dabao said goodbye and left. When passing by the post office, he thought of Wen Li again. Forget it, he would not go to her place. He decided to go to the place of Ji Denian and the other three. After visiting these three places and the auntie's place at the street office, he arrived at the Hongxing Police Station around noon.

There were seven or eight police officers busy with something in the yard. Zhang Dabao took a look and came to Zhang Weihua's office.

"Uncle Zhang, what's going on with all this commotion outside?" Zhang Dabao asked casually.

"Kill a pig. Yesterday, Lian Biao and his men went to the mountain to hunt a wild boar. Everyone wanted to eat the pig raw when they saw it. There are not many cases, so everyone went to help. Come to our place tomorrow at noon. We will treat you to a drink to improve your life," said Zhang Weihua.

"Uncle Zhang, I went up the mountain yesterday and had a fight with someone. I divided the spoils. This is your share. I won't join your dinner." Zhang Dabao politely declined.

"No, you must come. This is not a discussion. Now everyone knows how powerful you are. There are a few guys who are not convinced. You have to teach them a lesson tomorrow," said Zhang Weihua.

"I was too harsh, it's not good," Zhang Dabao said and shook his head.

“It doesn’t matter if they are not killed or disabled, as long as they learn a lesson.” Zhang Weihua said this. Zhang Dabao did not insist and made an appointment to come here at nine o’clock tomorrow morning to communicate with everyone.

After refusing Zhang Weihua's invitation to stay for dinner, Zhang Dabao came to Chunfeng Hutong. Xu Damao and Lou Xiao'e were coming to eat in the evening, so the meat had to be cooked first. The longer the meat was cooked, the more mushy it would become and the more delicious it would be.