Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Jia Dongxu was very excited tonight. Looking at his sleeping wife, he wanted to have sex. However, although his mind had the idea, his body did not react. Forget it, he would eat canned food tomorrow morning to make up for it. When Jia Dongxu fell asleep, he always had a grin on his face.

"Mom, let's eat canned food this morning. My seventh uncle gave them to us last night." The first thing Jia Dongxu did after getting up was to take out two cans of food and give them to Zhang Cuihua.

"Dongxu, are you sick? Why are you eating canned food so early in the morning? I'll put it away first and serve it to guests when they come. The same goes for your seventh uncle. I have to talk to him. I can't give you good things in the future. You are a piece of shit that can't even hide dry food in a doghouse." Zhang Cuihua was even quicker. She put the cans away quickly and scolded her son.

Jia Dongxu almost crashed. What was going on? Eat when guests come, how can there be guests in our house? You don't even take it when they come, and you don't even want to eat it yourself, so how can you give it to outsiders? Jia Dongxu had many questions in his mind.

"Hurry up and eat, your master is waiting for you." Zhang Cuihua stuffed a steamed bread into Jia Dongxu's hand, and Qin Huairu brought him a bowl of porridge. After Jia Dongxu finished his meal, he thought of the more than ten yuan in his pocket and felt better.

At half past seven, the large group of people going to work set off. Yi Zhonghai, He Yuzhu and Jia Dongxu walked towards the factory together.

"Dongxu, were you beaten by your uncle again last night?" Yi Zhonghai asked.

"Isn't it? I was slapped more than ten times. It hurt so much that I sobered up immediately." Jia Dongxu turned around and looked at the man who was walking behind him and had beaten him last night. He was still scared.

"Why did your uncle hit you, Brother Dongxu?" He Yuzhu also looked back at Zhang Dabao and Huang Xinsheng. Zhang Dabao was walking and chatting with Huang Xinsheng on a crutch.

"Because my mother and I needed money to play cards, my seventh uncle didn't let me play cards," said Jia Dongxu.

"You can't play cards. How can you win money by playing cards? Lao Hong from Workshop 5, we lost everything in the yard and have nowhere to go for the New Year. Have you ever won, Brother Dongxu?" He Yuzhu said.

"I won't play anymore. I can't win and I don't have money to play. My seventh uncle will let my mother manage the money in the future. Will she give me money to play cards?" Jia Dongxu asked He Yuzhu.

"Aunt Jia manages the money? It's impossible for her to give you money. But it's possible for her to give Banggeng one or two cents to buy something to eat," He Yuzhu expressed his thoughts.

"Your seventh uncle is meddling too much. How can a woman be the head of the family? If a woman is in charge, the house will fall apart and the walls will collapse," said Yi Zhonghai.

"What can I do? If I don't hand over the salary, my mother will go and tell my seventh uncle, and then he will beat me. I can't beat him at all and I can't even dodge. Look at what has happened to my face. I have been beaten so many times in the past two days." Jia Dongxu almost cried when he said this.

"Brother Dongxu, your seventh uncle is definitely a master. You know I also learned it for a few days when I was a child. But I couldn't even last a single round against your seventh uncle." He Yuzhu also had a deep understanding of this and had been beaten by Zhang Dabao.

"Dongxu, you should talk to your mother. It's best not to let outsiders interfere in your family affairs," Yi Zhonghai gave advice.

"Wait for the opportunity," Jia Dongxu obviously didn't dare to say.

Zhang Dabao and Huang Xinsheng also followed the large group. Zhang Dabao counted and found that there were more than a dozen households in Yard 95 where people worked in the steel rolling mill, and they all walked. Even the projectionist Xu Damao walked and had no bicycles.

When they arrived at the steel rolling mill, Zhang Dabao and Huang Xinsheng first reported to the Personnel Department. Then the comrades from the Personnel Department sent them to the Supply and Marketing Department and the Security Department respectively. Section Chief Hu personally sent Zhang Dabao to the Supply and Marketing Department and personally gave a few instructions to the Section Chief You Zhiyong.

You Zhiyong enthusiastically accepted Zhang Dabao, arranged a position for him, and gave him some information about the department for him to read.

"Old Hu, is this young comrade your relative?" Section Chief You came outside the office and asked Section Chief Hu.

"No, he's a relative of Deputy Director Li. He transferred here a few years ago. I came here specifically to talk to you," said Section Chief Hu, taking a puff of his cigarette.

"Thank you very much. I thought that a company commander who came to our department would be a clerk. Now, those who transfer to civilian jobs at the battalion level may not be able to be arranged as clerks," said the section chief.

"He's a very easy-going young man. He had a head injury and can't be provoked. If you provoke him, you will be beaten for nothing. There is a certificate from the hospital," Section Chief Hu explained again.

"How do we arrange the work? This guy is a big shot." The section chief started to feel a headache.

"Isn't this simple? Your supply and marketing department is very flexible. If they are willing to do it, then do it. If they don't want to do it, forget it. Does such a big factory need this one person? Figure it out yourself." Section Chief Hu threw away his cigarette butt and went downstairs.

At this time, Li Huaide was answering the phone. It was Wang Xiuqin, director of the Street Office, calling, "Cousin, is there anything wrong?"

"Huaide, your cousin Xiulan's son has gone to work at your company. Please take care of him," Wang Xiuqin said on the phone.

"Cousin Xiulan? Did you find her?" Li Huaide said happily.

"Xiulan died a long time ago. Her son is Zhang Dabao. He just transferred to your factory and seems to be assigned to the supply and marketing department." Wang Xiuqin choked up a little while speaking.

"Zhang Dabao? I know him. I assigned him to the supply and marketing department. His regiment commander is my comrade-in-arms. I even gave him an extra house. I didn't expect that he is my cousin," said Li Huaide.

"It's good that you know him. Bring Xiaofang and the children to our house for dinner on Sunday, and Dabiao can come too," said Wang Xiuqin.

"Okay, cousin," Li Huaide agreed, put down the phone, thought for a while, and then dialed again.

"Old friend, it's me. Has Zhang Dabao come to work? If he does, please ask him to come to my office. I have something to tell him." Li Huaide called the Supply and Marketing Department.

"Da Biao, Deputy Director Li wants to see you. Do you know his office?" The section chief went to another office and said to Zhang Da Biao.

"Chief, I know where it is. Can I go there now?" Zhang Dabao asked You Zhiyong.

"Go ahead, don't keep the leader waiting for too long." You Zhiyong agreed to Zhang Dabao's request and asked him to go to Li Huaide's office. Zhang Dabao asked for his opinion and he felt that this young man was quite polite and not the kind of person who would look down on others just because he had some connections.

"Director Li, you're looking for me?" Zhang Dabao came to Li Huaide's office. Li Huaide was standing by the window, looking outside.

"Dabia, please sit down. Are you cousin Xiulan's son?" Li Huaide asked as he poured a cup of tea for Zhang Dabia.

Zhang Dabiao was a little confused. What did this mean? Cousin Xiulan, was Li Huaide really my mother's cousin? Were he and Li Huaide really relatives?

"Da Biao, my mom and your grandma are cousins, and my family and your grandma's family are neighbors. I often played at your grandma's house when I was little, and it was always my cousin Xiulan who took me out to play. I didn't expect there had been no news for many years, alas..." Li Huaide wiped his eyes.

"Huaide, the things for the Lantern Festival are too bad..." A man pushed open the door and came in. He saw Li Huaide wiping his tears, "What's wrong?"

"Director, excuse me for making fun of you. This is my nephew. He has just been assigned to our factory. After chatting for a while, I learned that his cousin died in his early years. He was a relative I grew up with, and I feel a little sad to hear such news," said Li Huaide.

"There were too many martyrs who sacrificed their lives for the revolution in the early years. Please accept our condolences. Which department will the young man be assigned to?" the factory director asked Zhang Dabao.

"Reporting to the leader, my name is Zhang Dabao, and I'm assigned to the Supply and Marketing Department." Zhang Dabao stood up and saluted the factory director.

"Have you ever served in the army? Your injury hasn't healed yet," the factory director asked. He saw the crutches that Zhang Dabao had placed aside.

"I just got back from demobilization, and my legs still hurt a little. My head was hit by an explosion and I can't be stimulated," said Zhang Dabao.

"Okay, you are indeed the descendants of heroes. Huaide, you must not avoid suspicion or anything like that. Those who should be reused must be reused, and those who should be promoted must be promoted. You two talk first. Huaide, come to my office later, and we will discuss the Lantern Festival." The factory director said to Li Huaide and went out.