Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Zhang Dabiao woke up early the next day. He first sensed the space and brought it here. That was great. Due to his injury, Zhang Dabiao couldn't get out of bed.

Lying in bed with nothing done, he recalled the "Tian Yi Xin Fa" that had lodged in his mind. This was a Taoist practice method, which should have been left by the previous owner of the space. Zhang Dashan tried to practice it, but after a while, he fainted again due to a severe headache. He woke up to practice, and fainted after practicing for more than ten days. Zhang Dabao finally completed his first full body meridian circulation, but as expected, he fainted again.

This time he was unconscious for a longer time. When Zhang Dabiao was unconscious, the person sent by the regiment also arrived. It was Wang Guangliang, director of the political department. He was surprised when he saw Zhang Dabiao's condition, "Xiao Huang, didn't you say that Dabiao was fine?"

"Commander, the company commander is awake, not cured. But he is often in a coma now, sometimes twice a day, sometimes once a day, and each time lasts for one or two hours. This time it's been three hours and he still hasn't woken up." Huang Xinsheng was so excited after seeing his leader that he cried. He didn't know what to do in Zhang Dabao's situation.

"What did the doctor say?" Wang Guangliang asked.

"The doctor said it was a sequelae of the explosion and his brain was damaged. The hospital couldn't do anything either. He could only rest and not be stimulated, because once stimulated his behavior would be out of control and in serious cases he would even hit people," said Huang Xinsheng.

"Originally, I came here to pick you up and bring you back to the army, but it seems that Da Biao can't return to the army given his current condition. He is such a good soldier," Wang Guangliang said with a sigh.

"It's all my fault. If he hadn't saved me, nothing would have happened." Huang Xinsheng squatted on the ground and started crying.

"You are his comrade-in-arms and his brother. It is his duty to save you. Xiao Huang, don't say that again. I will ask the doctor and call the regiment." Wang Guangliang patted Huang Xinsheng on the shoulder and left the ward.

When Zhang Linbiao woke up again, it was already night. This time, he felt indescribably relaxed, and the energy in his body could kill a cow with one punch. "Xiao Huang, what time is it?" Zhang Dabiao was hungry and asked Huang Xinsheng who was accompanying him.

"Company commander, Director Wang from the Political Department came to see you today and said that you might not be able to return to the army," Huang Xinsheng said in a low voice after Zhang Dabao finished his meal.

"Really? If you can't go back, then you can't go back. It's been five years since I left, and I haven't been home to see you yet. I don't even know if the house has collapsed?" Zhang Dabao said.

"Company Commander, don't you have three brothers? Why did the house collapse?" Huang Xinsheng asked curiously.

"They are all cousins. My father died when I was fifteen, so I lived with my second uncle. His three brothers are much older than me. Only my sixth brother and Sister Lianhua are closer to me. Sister Lianhua is especially good to me. She hasn't been home for five years. She must have married. When I left, she was engaged to Jia Youxing from the neighboring Jiajia Village. My second uncle died when I was sixteen, so I asked the village chief to change my age and joined the army." Zhang Dabiao stopped talking. "Xiao Huang, do you want to quit your job too?"

"Company commander, you were injured because you saved me. I swore at that time that I would go wherever you go and serve you. I have five older brothers at home, and they don't need me to take care of them in their old age," said Huang Xinsheng.

"Get lost, do I need you to serve me? I'm in good health, and my injury will heal in a few days," I said to Huang Xinsheng with a smile. This kid is only 19 years old, and he is a very honest person. People who are too honest can't be soldiers. Bullets and shells don't have eyes, so it's better for him not to be a soldier.

Having consumed too much energy practicing Falun Gong during the day, Zhang Dabao fell into a deep sleep again.

Huang Xinsheng saw Zhang Dabiao sleeping and thought, "Captain, you saved my life, I will give it back to you in my next life, and you say you are fine? You are fine if you faint once or twice a day?" Huang Xinsheng was worried again because he didn't know when the captain would get better.

Director Wang Guangliang of the Political Department of "Dabao" came again. Looking at the watch, it was almost nine o'clock. Zhang Dabao had not woken up yet, so he started calling him.

"Director Wang, you're here." Zhang Dabao wanted to sit up, but was held down by Wang Guangliang.

"Da Biao, I know about your illness. As a comrade-in-arms, I deeply regret that you can't return to the army. The regiment has discussed it and decided to arrange for you to work in Beijing, and Xiao Huang will go with you. Recover here first. In a few days, the regiment will send someone to give you a letter of introduction and demobilization fee," said Wang Guangliang, holding Zhang Da Biao's hand tightly.

"Resolutely obey orders." When Zhang Dabao said this, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. It might be that Zhang Dabao in the 1950s was reluctant to leave the military camp.

"Dabia, take care." Director Wang Guang saluted Zhang Dabia and left.

Zhang Dabao felt very upset and went to the hospital entrance on the crutches given by the hospital. It was December now, but it was still as warm as spring here. He had been to Kunming in his previous life, and looking at the people born in the 1950s now, he felt a special feeling.

After another three or four days, Zhang Dabao was no longer in a coma after practicing the exercises, and his body became better. The broken bones in his legs were itchy, and he seemed to be growing well.

Since he was no longer in a coma, Zhang Dabao asked Huang Xinsheng to go to the military service department to rest. He couldn't rest well in the hospital. After Huang Xinsheng was not in the hospital at night, Zhang Dabao went to the market outside the hospital and bought a lot of local specialties, including ham, Baiyao, Pu'er tea, and flower cakes. He also bought a lot of fruits unique to the south and filled the space with them.

Five days later, people sent by the regiment came and brought demobilization fees, various certificates and letters to Zhang Dabao and Huang Xinsheng. Political Commissar Wu Ming gave Zhang Dabao a watch, and regiment commander Wu Liheng gave Zhang Dabao a sword he had seized.

"Xiao Huang, do you want to go home first or go to Beijing to finalize your work?" Zhang Dabao asked Huang Xinsheng.

"Go to the capital, there's no rush to go home," said Huang Xinsheng.

Two days later, the two took a train to Beijing and had a smooth journey. Both wore green military uniforms, one of them was leaning on a crutch, and the other was holding a long knife. Normal people would not provoke them.

At the Armed Forces Department of Dongcheng District in Beijing, Officer Liu received the two men and looked at their letters and certificates as well as the letter of certification written by the doctor to Zhang Dabao. Officer Liu could not make a decision on his own, so he went to ask the leaders in the department. Finally, the director decided to arrange Zhang Dabao to the Supply Department of the Red Star Steel Mill, and he could go back to work after he recovered from his illness. Huang Xinsheng went to work in the Security Department of the steel mill.

The two came to the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill with their job introduction letters. A personnel section chief named Hu received them and handled the entry procedures for them. After that, he asked, "Secretary Zhang, Xiao Huang, do you have housing in Beijing?"

"No, was it arranged by the factory or the street office?" Zhang Dabao asked hurriedly.

"You are workers in the factory, so of course it is the factory that makes the arrangements. Deputy Director Li Huaide, who is in charge of logistics, will be in charge of this matter," Section Chief Hu said to the two.

"Who are you talking about, Chief Hu?" A familiar name appeared in Zhang Dabao's ears.

"Deputy Director Li Huaide, do you know him?" said Section Chief Hu.

"I heard that his father-in-law is a high-ranking official?" Zhang Dabao confirmed again.

"Yes, a senior official at the vice-ministerial level, do you know him?" said Section Chief Hu.

"Do you know him? Is there an eighth-level worker named Yi Zhonghai in our factory?" Zhang Dabao asked again without giving up.

"Yes, it seems that Secretary Zhang did some work before coming to our factory," said Section Chief Hu.

"Xiao Huang, give me your letter. I'll go find Director Li. He and the regiment commander are comrades-in-arms. I'll mention the regiment commander's name and ask him to allocate a bigger house to us." Zhang Dabao took Huang Xinsheng's documents, asked about Li Huaide's office, and turned around and walked over.

When he knocked on the door, he left his bag outside the door, and a gold bracelet and a gold necklace appeared in his pocket, and he held two bags of Pu'er tea in his hand.