Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Liu Haizhong, you reported someone without any evidence, but you should at least find out what he does. Don't you think about whether your guess can stand the test?" Director Wang Xiuqin stood up and said.

Liu Haizhong still didn't understand why he was being criticized, and quickly added, "Director Wang, I saw it with my own eyes. He climbed over the wall and left the yard last night. He was wearing all black clothes."

"Liu Haizhong, have you never gone out at night? Who in No. 95 has never gone out at night? Whoever hasn't gone out? I'll go find him," Director Wang Xiuqin continued to ask him, her voice getting louder and louder.

Liu Haizhong remained silent.

"Let me tell you, Zhang Dabao is a retired company commander who just came down from the battlefield a few years ago. He fought bravely, but his leg was injured by an explosion while trying to save his comrades. His head was injured even more seriously and he hasn't recovered yet. He stayed in the hospital for nearly a month when he was retired. The Armed Forces Department came to the street office specifically to talk about his case. Why did such a person become a spy? Did all the leaders in the army fail to see it? They were not as good as you, Liu Haizhong? Or did Zhang Dabao become bad after he came to your hospital?" Director Wang Xiuqin continued to criticize Liu Haizhong.

"Director Wang, but he likes to beat people. I am the second uncle in the hospital, but he doesn't take me seriously at all and just starts beating me," Liu Haizhong said aggrievedly.

"Liu Haizhong, I just said that Zhang Dabao has a head injury, and the doctor has issued a certificate saying that he cannot be stimulated. Once he is stimulated, he is prone to extreme things. If he hits you, there is nothing you can do. You can only blame yourself. Even if he beats you to death, Zhang Dabao will not be hurt at all. Did you provoke him?" Director Wang's answer made Liu Haizhong collapse directly. He couldn't accept it at all. What kind of words are these? I am fine even if I am beaten to death. Do I deserve it? .

I can't come here in vain. Liu Haizhong thought about what Yan Bugui said again, "Director Wang, there is another spy in our hospital. Has Zhang Dabao also discovered it?" Liu Haizhong's words made Wang Xiuqin stand up.

"Is there a spy in your Courtyard No. 95? Did Zhang Dabao find out? What did he tell you?" Director Wang's face turned serious.

"Director Wang, Zhang Dabao didn't tell me, but told the people in the courtyard. He said that Yi Zhonghai was a spy left over from there, and he was the local tyrant in our Courtyard No. 95. Then he used our Courtyard No. 95 as a base. When they counterattacked the mainland, he joined forces with them from inside and outside and took down the capital in one fell swoop." Liu Haizhong was getting more and more excited. If he couldn't take down Zhang Dabao, he could get rid of Old Yi. In this way, he would be the boss of Courtyard No. 95.

"Are you talking about Yi Zhonghai?" Director Wang laughed angrily. He didn't understand how a person could be so stupid that he couldn't tell the difference between good words and bad words. He really wanted Liu Haizhong to take his brain out of his knees and use it, but then he thought that Liu Haizhong might not have a brain and should not be able to take it out.

"Yes, it's Yi Zhonghai. I've felt something was wrong with him for a long time, but I didn't expect that he was actually a spy." Liu Haizhong obviously didn't see the meaning revealed in Director Wang's expression.

"Old Liu, don't tell anyone about this in advance. I will bring people to your hospital in the evening. You organize everyone to wait for me in the hospital at 6 o'clock in the evening," Director Wang thought for a moment and said to Liu Haizhong.

"Don't worry, I'm the second uncle in the hospital, I will definitely organize it well." Liu Haizhong bowed to Director Wang to show his respect, and then left the street office. At this time, Liu Haizhong had already felt the breath of spring. He saw that the sky was so blue and so high, and he vaguely felt that a group of wild geese had returned from the south. He looked at the sky for a while, then he took a deep breath and exhaled, revealing an intoxicated look.

"Mom, what is that fat guy doing?" A mother and son passed by. The little boy was a little confused when he saw the look in Liu Haizhong's head, so he asked his mother.

"He must be having a seizure. Let's go. These psychopaths may hit people." The mother quickly grabbed the child's hand and ran.

"You are the crazy ones. What do you know? I will soon be the uncle of No. 95." Liu Haizhong walked back home in a square step.

Zhang Dabiao didn't want to get up in the morning, but his niece Jia Jingshu came to his room at about six o'clock and wanted to play with him. Who could refuse a cute three-year-old girl? Zhang Dabiao put on his clothes and started playing games with the child.

At this time, he saw the new clothes on the bed. These were bought for Jingshu, Banggeng and Xiaodang yesterday. Yesterday, he was so busy drinking and going to the black market that he forgot to give them.

"Seventh uncle, is my aunt in your room?" Whoever was mentioned came over. Banggeng came to play with Jia Jingshu early in the morning.

"Come in, your aunt is here. Banggeng, these are the new clothes I bought for you, these are for your sister, and these are for your aunt. I'll change them for your aunt. Let's have breakfast and play together, okay?" Zhang Dabao found that Banggeng was a little cute at this time. Except for the curly hair that he had like Jia Dongxu, which he didn't like very much, his little face was chubby, he looked smart, and spoke politely.

"I've eaten. My mother has prepared it long ago. I'm waiting for my aunt... What seventh uncle? Are you talking about new clothes?" Banggeng reacted.

"Of course it's new clothes. I bought it at the supply and marketing cooperative. I thought you didn't like it?" Zhang Dabao teased him.

"Who doesn't like new clothes? But this year no one in our family has new clothes for the New Year. My father's salary is so low that we can't afford them," said Bang Geng.

"Don't talk like that when you go home, otherwise Jia Buxu will really beat you up. Go home and change into them, and bring some for your sister as well." Zhang Dabao gave two sets of new clothes to Banggeng.

Banggeng took the new clothes and ran back home.

"Grandma, look what this is?" Banggeng said to Zhang Cuihua proudly.

"Where did the new clothes come from?" Zhang Cuihua sat up from the bed.

"My seventh uncle bought it for me and my sister. My aunt also got one," Banggeng said happily to grandma.

"What new clothes?" Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu came out from the inner room after hearing Bang Geng's words.

"How much did the new clothes your seventh uncle bought for Banggeng and Xiaodang cost? It would be cheaper to just buy the cloth and make them yourself," Zhang Cuihua said to her son and daughter-in-law while stroking the clothes.

"Mom, one piece costs five or six yuan, and clothes for two children cost more than ten yuan, not to mention the cloth coupons," said Qin Huairu.

"It's a bit of a waste for a child to wear such expensive clothes. You might as well give me another one," Jia Dongxu said on the side, with envy in his eyes.

"Your mother's turn, is this what a human being would say? You are five years older than Dabiao. Aren't you ashamed of the way you have ended up? How dare you say such things? I asked you to buy some things and visit your seventh uncle's house, but you were hesitant and didn't want to go. After you went there, it was as if you hadn't eaten in eight lives. You even ate and drank without feeling ashamed." Zhang Cuihua got furious when she heard her son's words and started scolding him early in the morning.

"You eat more than me," Jia Dongxu muttered.

After hearing this, Zhang Cuihua became even angrier and fell directly on the bed and shouted, "Youfu, Youfu, why did you leave so early? Youfu, just look at your son Jia Dongxu and he knows how to make me angry, but you don't care about Youfu, he almost pissed me off to death..." Zhang Cuihua clapped her hands and shouted on the bed with a strong sense of rhythm.

"Mom, I was wrong, I was wrong, I will listen to you" Jia Dongxu was immediately scared.

When Zhang Cuihua heard her son admit his mistake, she immediately sat up and turned to her grandson and said, "Let me change you into new clothes. Your seventh uncle is thoughtful. He knows we are not living well. I didn't take care of him when I was at my mother's house. He was born a few years after I came to the city. My third aunt insisted on making a revolution, and she was beaten to death by the Japanese when Da Biao was two years old..." Zhang Cuihua cried as she talked about the past.

"Grandma, why don't I go talk to my seventh uncle and buy new clothes for you and my mom. I think my seventh uncle is rich," Banggeng said, raising his head.

"We don't need to buy it. The money your seventh uncle earned was earned with his life. Don't you see that his legs haven't healed yet? Don't spend your seventh uncle's money in the future," Zhang Cuihua said to her grandson.

"Got it," Bang Geng agreed.