Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Old Yi has a very bad temper," Yan Bugui said to his wife when he returned home.

"Wasn't Zhang Dabao the one who was scolded during the meal? Why is he only now getting angry?" Yang Ruihua didn't quite understand why Yan Bugui said this.

"It's not about scolding. It's Shazhu who came back and said that the bicycle was lent to Zhang Dabao by Deputy Director Li. Lao Yi originally thought that Zhang Dabao bought the bicycle on the black market. Isn't this speculation? He wanted to make Zhang Dabao bow his head through this incident. But he didn't expect that Deputy Director Li was his cousin and lent him the bicycle. Not only did Lao Yi's efforts fail to achieve the desired effect, he was also scolded in public as a loser. How could he not be angry?" Yan Bugui laughed out loud when he said these words.

"Is Zhang Dabao really a relative of Deputy Director Li?" Yang Ruihua asked Yan Bugui.

"Of course it's true. Sha Zhu was at the scene at that time, so we must have a good relationship with Zhang Dabao," Yan Bugui said to his wife.

"I understand. Without Director Li's connections, no one dares to mess with him. Who can beat him?" Yang Ruihua said.

The Jia family in the central courtyard also heard the sound of Yi Zhonghai falling. Jia Dongxu also went to the Yi family to see Yi Zhonghai. Seeing that he was fine, he returned home.

"Mom, why do you think my master always likes to make trouble for my seventh uncle?" Jia Dongxu was very distressed.

"Your master has a problem with his thinking. He likes to make decisions too much," Zhang Cuihua said to her son. "Da Biao came from the battlefield. How could he listen to him? Lao Yi will be fine after a few bruises." Zhang Cuihua saw the key point of the problem.

"Okay." Jia Dongxu didn't quite understand what his mother said, so he answered casually and went to sleep.

Zhang Dabao ignored Yi Zhonghai's affairs. He hadn't had a good rest for two days, so he wanted to sleep. Zhang Dabao slept very well today. After getting up, he looked at the watch. It was just six o'clock, so he wanted to go out to buy something to eat. There were so many money and tickets in the space. Wouldn't it be a pity not to use them?

Three people on the black market contributed more than 500 yuan to him, including more than 100 kilograms of food coupons, other wine coupons, and a dozen snack coupons and tea coupons. Zhige's contribution was even greater, and the money he won was more than 4,000 yuan, and he had more than 1,000 yuan under his bed. There was no money in the cellar, but there were a lot of things, more than 200 kilograms of flour, about 50 kilograms of oil, 300 to 400 kilograms of corn, about 1,000 kilograms of sweet potatoes, and ten small yellow croakers. After Zhang Dabao counted them, he felt a little bit proud and wanted to squander them, but the times were not good and he had no chance to squander them.

He went out to a snack bar and bought about twenty buns, all filled with cabbage, tofu, and vermicelli, with pepper powder inside. Zhang Dabao ate one and found it quite delicious, so he bought twenty. When he returned to the central courtyard, he saw He Yuzhu got up and was brushing his teeth at the door.

"Shazhu, can you kill a pig?" Zhang Dabao asked him from the side.

"Yes, who has pigs to kill?" He Yuzhu stood up quickly when he heard the voice.

"I have wild boars to kill. If you are free, go and help me kill two tonight. I can give you five pounds of meat and a meat meal. How about that?" Zhang Dabao offered the conditions.

"I want pork belly. Is there any wine with the meal? Erguotou will do." He Yuzhu was also greedy and added a small request.

"There will be plenty of wine and meat. How about this, I will invite Teacher Yan's family to dinner in a day or two, and you can come to help with the cooking. You can also bring your sister along, and after you finish eating and drinking, I will give you two bottles of Xifeng, okay?" Zhang Dabao said.

"Don't worry, I'll come early in the afternoon. Where are we going?" He Yuzhu asked.

"Wait for me in the yard, I'll take you there," Zhang Dabiao and He Yuzhu said, turning around to leave when they saw their nephew Jia Dongxu running over, "Seventh Uncle, did you buy buns?"

Seeing his useless look, Zhang Dabiao got angry again. He was already more than 300 months old, but he still thought he was a child. His eyes seemed to grow on the buns, and his mouth almost drooled. It seemed that he wanted to eat one. Zhang Dabiao gave Jia Dongxu six buns, "Your mother and Banggeng each have two, and you and your wife each have one. Just try them. Come back early after get off work in the evening and help me get you a few pounds of meat," Zhang Dabiao said.

"Okay, Uncle Qi, I can come back as long as I get off work," Jia Dongxu agreed with a smile, and ran home to put down the buns.

"Dongxu, did you buy this?" Zhang Cuihua asked her son when she saw the buns.

"I don't have that much money. My seventh uncle bought them and gave me six. I let you and Banggeng eat two, and Huairu and I each have one. I think one is enough for Banggeng, and two is enough for me since I'm tired from work," said Jia Dongxu.

"No, I want to eat two. You have never bought me buns. These are bought by my seventh uncle. Do you want to eat more?" Banggeng heard it and jumped out of the bed.

"Okay, you eat two. Don't fight with dad for one bun. Mom, my seventh uncle asked me to help tonight. I might go out with him when I come back. Don't cook for me." Jia Dongxu finished the bun in one bite, then washed it down with a big mouthful of porridge. He quickly ate a steamed bread and went out to work.

"Grandma's buns are so delicious. When can I eat them again?" Banggeng finished eating two buns and started thinking about the buns in the future.

"When your father gets promoted and we have more money, we can buy it," Zhang Cuihua said to her grandson.

"Damn, can I still eat it? My dad hasn't been able to get promoted to level two in almost seven years." Bang Geng almost collapsed.

After hearing what her grandson said, Zhang Cuihua lost confidence in her son's promotion and wondered whether she should change his master or let Da Biao educate him properly.

Jia Dongxu went out and met up with He Yuzhu, and the two went to the steel rolling mill. Yi Zhonghai was not feeling well today, so he asked Jia Dongxu to give him a day off.

"Zhuzi, I may have to come back early in the afternoon. My seventh uncle wants to talk to me about something. Just come back by yourself after work. Don't wait for me," Jia Dongxu said to He Yuzhu.

"Brother Dongxu, I have to come back early too. Dabao has something to talk to me about," He Yuzhu smiled.

"Really? What's the matter? He didn't tell me?" Jia Dongxu asked He Yuzhu.

"Killing pigs, maybe I want you to help me," He Yuzhu said in a low voice.

"Where did the pig come from?" Jia Dongxu didn't quite understand.

"Yesterday afternoon, Da Biao caught 19 wild boars from the mountain. He must have kept one for himself," He Yuzhu explained.

"Why did my seventh uncle ask me to get some meat?" Jia Dongxu finally understood what Zhang Dabao meant.

"Nineteen heads?" Jia Dongxu suddenly turned around and asked He Yuzhu, obviously he was shocked by the number.

"They were shot. All of our chefs worked overtime until nine o'clock last night just to process these pigs. Now we have enough meat for the Lantern Festival banquet," He Yuzhu said happily.

Jia Dongxu was stunned by his seventh uncle's ability and was speechless for a long time.

After Zhang Dabao and Huang Xinsheng had breakfast, they left a little late. Because they now had bicycles, they could reach the factory in ten minutes, saving ten minutes.