Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Dongxu, I forgot to ask Jingshu if she needs a schoolbag made? She goes to school tomorrow." Zhang Cuihua had already laid down when she returned home. She was sad because she didn't have a good meal tonight, but after dinner, Lianhua let her take the leftovers back, which made her feel better. After cleaning up the leftovers, she felt a little tired and wanted to sleep, but then she remembered what she wanted to ask this afternoon.

"Mom, my cousin has a schoolbag, and Uncle Xinsheng gave her his schoolbag. Let's go to bed quickly. I'm tired too." Jia Dongxu drank a lot today and went to bed early.

"You're such a loser. You act as if you haven't eaten for eight lifetimes. Your seventh uncle has helped us so much, but you don't even think of a way to repay him. You just mess around like this every day." Zhang Cuihua became angry again when she saw her son's look.

"Mom, what does our family have? My seventh uncle is rich, he doesn't care," Jia Dongxu said indifferently.

"What the hell are you talking about? He has money, it's his, what does it have to do with you? Why don't you have money? Don't you want to find out the reason?" Zhang Cuihua became even angrier when she heard what her son said.

"I don't have any means or methods. Uncle Seven is very capable and I can't compare to him. I'll find some time to catch some fish for him. It's also a token of our appreciation," said Jia Dongxu.

"That's what people say. No matter who owns Dongxu, it's not as good as owning it ourselves. Huairu is working now. If we don't live well, people will laugh at us," Zhang Cuihua said to her son.

"I understand. I will study hard tomorrow and try to get into Level Two." Jia Dongxu knew what his mother meant and quickly agreed.

"Grandma, I feel like Dad can't catch any fish. Last time he went fishing, not only did he not catch any, he also fell into the river. I spent fifty cents on Dad's cold treatment." Bang Geng said this to Zhang Cuihua after listening to the conversation between the two.

"Bang Geng, you're going to be beaten," Jia Dongxu said angrily.

"Isn't he telling the truth? Go to sleep, day by day." Zhang Cuihua interrupted the conversation.

Qin Huairu was too tired today and fell asleep early, so she didn't hear their conversation.

In the morning, Zhang Dabao brought Zhang Lianhua, held Jia Jingshu's hand, called Jia Geng, and walked towards the steel rolling mill. "Dongxu, don't forget to pick up the children when you get off work," Zhang Dabao instructed Jia Dongxu.

"I know, Uncle Seventh." Jia Dongxu went to work with Yi Zhonghai and He Yuzhu, and walked in front of Zhang Dabao and others.

After joining the company, Zhang Lianhua was treated better than Qin Huairu. She was also given work clothes and a lunch box, as well as two towels. It seems that today's factories are much better than government departments.

After his second sister completed the employment procedures and the two children entered school, Zhang Dabao did not go to the office, but came to Chunfeng Hutong. He had not practiced for a long time, and he had not yet looked at the books and alchemy furnace he had collected from the black market last time. Now that he had time, he would of course study them carefully.

Arriving at Courtyard No. 10, Zhang Dabao lit a stove in the north room and took out five thread-bound books. Two of them were engraved books containing poems and books, which Zhang Dabao was not interested in and put aside. Two of them were romance novels that he could read when he had nothing to do, but he put them aside. The last one was a record about Taoism, which Zhang Dabao was very interested in and started to read. It was an introduction to Taoism, saying that it was the effect that could be achieved after refining it, but there was no method of cultivation.

Zhang Dabao thought that the family who sold him books last time might still have some books, so he went to the black market tonight to have a look and buy some antiques. It is said that there are fewer counterfeits nowadays and it is cheaper to spend money. If he could get a few real ones and keep them in the new century, he would be able to achieve financial freedom.

"Tian Yi Heart Method" has been running in Zhang Dabao's body for two cycles without any unfamiliarity. It is still as smooth as before, and is becoming more and more fluent. Now the biggest benefit of practicing it for Zhang Dabao is that his body has become stronger, his eyes are brighter, and his ears can hear more clearly. What he lacks now is the technique.

After practicing for a whole day, it was getting dark and Zhang Dabao continued to wait here. If he went there early, there would be no one at the black market and the earliest the market would open would be after 1 a.m.

After lying down and resting for a while, it was two o'clock in the morning and Zhang Dabao came to the black market again.

"Sell or buy?" It still has a familiar taste.

"Buy," Zhang Dabao answered casually.

"Come in and speak quietly." The man flashed behind the tree again.

After Zhang Dabao entered, he went straight to the west, but the old man selling books was not there. He then went to the east side where food was sold, but there was no trace of the old man selling books. So Zhang Dabao went back to the west and squatted down at the place where he sold stoves last time.

"Master, why didn't the teacher who sold books last time come? I originally wanted to buy a few books," Zhang Dabao asked.

"Old Wu has something going on at home and can't come out," the man replied casually.

"Do you know him?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"What are you talking about? I would recognize him even if he turned into ashes." The old man selling stoves was angry.

"Can you tell me his home address? How about I treat you to a drink? I have Moutai liquor and I can give it to you when we get out of here," said Zhang Dabao.

"You have a grudge against him, don't you? Or is it his son who owes you money? I tell you don't even think about getting the address from me." The old man selling the stove was quite vigilant.

"I really want to buy some books. I have done some research on these ancient books and I like them very much." Zhang Dabao took out the poetry book he bought from here last time from his arms.

"It really belongs to Old Wu. It has been on display for half a year and a fool bought it. It seems that fool is you," said the old man selling the stove.

"What are you talking about? Everyone has their own preferences for radishes and vegetables. Some people also like to raise insects. It's all personal hobby," Zhang Dabao explained.

"You are just idle and have nothing better to do. Do you really have Moutai?" The old man was a little tempted.

"I'll give you two bottles. I can't see your collection well tonight, so I'll come to your place tomorrow to take a look. I'll buy a few more pieces. You give me a fair price. How about that?" Zhang Dabao said.

"Two bottles, that's good, but good wine alone is not enough without meat," the old man selling stoves was tempted.

"Of course there is meat. Are a pig heart and two pounds of pig face enough? They were just cooked today." Zhang Dabao thought that there was no problem in eating meat.

"Boy, if you want to cheat me, I won't let you go. Ask around. Your uncle Liu is not someone who can be cheated by everyone." The old man selling the stove was tempted.

"With your wisdom, who can deceive you? I will bring some peanuts when I go there tomorrow and drink Moutai with you first. Now you will believe it, right?" Zhang Dabao said.

"The Maotai liquor is mine. If you want to drink more, you have to bring some with you. You can also bring peanuts. Go to Tianshui Hutong at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning. My home is there. I'll wait for you at the entrance of the alley. After drinking, I'll take you to find Lao Wu." Uncle Liu agreed.

"Tianshui Hutong, don't worry, I will be there on time." Zhang Dabao and Uncle Liu agreed on a time, left the black market, and returned to Yard 95.