Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Just as Zhang Dabao was about to lie down, Jia Dongxu pushed the door open with his nephew Zhang Shouyong. As soon as he entered the room, Zhang Shouyong knelt down and cried, "Seventh Uncle, my grandfather is dead."

"Who died?" Zhang Dabao asked as he helped him up.

"Seventh uncle, my eldest uncle is dead," Jia Dongxu said crying.

"Zhang Dasong is dead? How did he die? I will go back with you now. Dongxu, take your mother back to see him after daybreak. Don't let your aunt go back because she is pregnant. Let Brother Zhuzi go with you to pay her respects." Zhang Dabao was stunned. How could his cousin, who was only 45 years old this year and had no history of any serious illness, die? Although he had a bad relationship with him, he was still his uncle and brother. He was still a little sad to hear the news of his death.

After getting in the car, Zhang Shouyong told Zhang Dabao what had happened.

Before Li Huaide took up his new post, he arranged for Xu Sinian to send all the people in Zhangjia Village back. This year, Zhangjia Village was the best village in the entire Xiangyang Commune. The village had water from the mountains and planted sweet potatoes. Although the growth was not good, it was basically enough for the villagers to eat.

The steel rolling mill also provided a batch of food aid, and fifty people came to the factory to earn money, earning 60 yuan a month, and working for nearly a hundred days, which was almost yuan. Every family was happy, and several young men in the village got married.

Zhang Dasong is the eldest brother of the "Da" generation in Zhangjia Village and the new cousin of Zhang Dabao. He has one son who is a regular worker and another son who drives a cart in the city, which is better than a regular worker. He is very respected in the village and of course the villagers will invite him to any happy events.

The second son, Zhang Shouan, was promoted to a regular employee ahead of schedule. After staying at home for two days, Zhang Dasong was even happier. At noon, he attended a younger brother's wedding and drank two more glasses. After resting at home for a while, he got up and went to the mountain to check if there was any damage to the water channel. He met several young men from Liujia Village who wanted to steal water. Zhang Dasong stepped forward to stop them, and a conflict broke out during the conversation. The young men beat Zhang Dasong.

By the time people from Zhangjia Village arrived, Zhang Dasong was dying. He was sent to the commune's clinic, but died before he could make it. People from Zhangjia Village wanted to fight to the death, but were stopped by Zhang Zhiling. He arranged for someone to call the police, and then arranged for someone to notify Zhang Dabao and Zhang Shoucheng who was driving a cart in the city.

Zhang Dabiao didn't like Zhang Dasong because Zhang Dasong and his wife were too shrewd and always liked to scheme against their own family. But looking at Zhang Dasong lying on the bed with his eyes closed and no longer breathing, Zhang Dabiao was still a little sad. This was his father's favorite grandson and the eldest grandson of his branch. He didn't expect that his life would get better, but he died unexpectedly.

"Fourth Uncle, what did the police say?" Zhang Dabao couldn't stand the atmosphere in the room and called Zhang Zhiling out.

"The police said they arrested a man, but he was a mentally ill man and should be released after being detained for a while. Secretary Liu of the commune is from Liujia Village. Because our village is doing well this year, he came to ask for things several times, but I refused. He has some opinions about our village," said Zhang Zhiling.

"It's great to find a fool to take the blame and treat us as fools too. Fourth uncle, I'll go sit at the door. You should go back and have a rest early. We have a lot of things to do tomorrow," said Zhang Dabao.

"Da Biao, we are living a good life now, it's not worth it to fight with them. After a while, I will not let those five people go. The mountain here is big, it's not easy to bury a person. Dasong is also my nephew, I would be very sad if something happened to him. I know you are good at fighting, you can't take action at this time," said Zhang Zhiling.

"Fourth Uncle, there are a lot of people in Liujia Village. How many can I fight by myself? Let's go back." Zhang Dabao sent Zhang Zhiling back.

In the twelfth lunar month, the north wind was howling. Zhang Dabiao went up the mountain, collected piles of dry firewood, and came to Liujia Village. Why should I wait for a while before taking action? I don't like Zhang Dasong, but that doesn't mean he can be bullied. Are you looking for a fool to fool us? I am a foundation-building cultivator, and you are playing tricks on me?

Liujia Village is also a mountain village like Zhangjia Village. There are mountains on the east and south sides, a slope on the west side, and flat land on the north side. It is a small village with thirty or forty households. There were two guards at the entrance of the village. Zhang Dabao went over and knocked them unconscious. He put the collected firewood in the village. He built a wall around the village with firewood, and then ignited the firewood. Then he ignited all the firewood in the four directions of the four villages. The north wind was blowing hard, and there was a little snow and fire in the wind, which illuminated the entire sky.

When Zhang Zaibiao returned to Zhangjia Village, someone had already noticed something unusual.

"Da Biao, there seems to be a fire over there. The fire is so big that it even lights up the sky," said Zhang Dayou.

"Really? It really is, it's red and looks really beautiful. They also know that something happened to my brother, so they should be seeing him off," said Zhang Dabao, looking at the place where the fire started.

Zhang Dayou was a little confused after hearing what Zhang Dabiao said. What does the fire in the village have to do with Zhang Dasong? But judging from the direction, it was the fire in Liujia Village. The fire was so big that it should have killed several people. It could be considered revenge for Brother Dasong. Why did Dabiao say that? Did this fire have anything to do with him? Zhang Dayou was confused.

Zhang Dabao stayed awake all night, watching the fire in Liujia Village. By dawn, the fire had shrunk, but there was still smoke. Zhang Dabao walked into the house, looked at Zhang Dasong, and said to him in his heart, "Brother, I have avenged you, you can go with peace of mind. Be a good person in your next life, and don't always play tricks."

After saying this in his heart, Zhang Dabao's depressed mood was released, and he felt that his whole realm was elevated. This is how cultivation should be done, my fate is in my own hands!

"Da Biao, there's a fire in Liujia Village." Zhang Zhiling just woke up. To be more precise, he was woken up by someone sent by the commune. The commune received a report in the early morning that a big fire had broken out in Liujia Village. The commune's on-duty staff sent people to notify the nearby villages to organize rescue forces.

"Fourth Uncle, what does the fire have to do with us? There are so many idiots in their village, maybe it was set on purpose by an idiot," said Zhang Dabao.

"That's right, Secretary Zhao, something's happening in our village and we can't send any help. You can go to other villages to take a look," Zhang Zhiling said to the person sent by the commune.

"This is a matter of life and death," said Officer Zhao unhappily.

"Their lives are lives, but Zhang Dasong's life is not a life. Should he die?" Zhang Dabao asked, staring into Director Zhao's eyes.

"It's not the same thing, you..." Secretary Zhao didn't know what to say.

"Get out of here now. If you keep nagging me, you won't be able to leave," said Zhang Dabao. At this time, twenty or thirty people had already gathered around him.

Secretary Zhao saw that something was wrong and quickly got on his bike and left.

"Dasong, Dasong, my brother..." Zhang Cuihua and Jia Dongxu came early in the morning. As soon as they entered the door, Zhang Cuihua lay on Zhang Dasong and burst into tears.

"Fourth uncle, please set up the mourning hall. My second brother-in-law is here," Zhang Dabao said to He Yuzhu who was standing at the door.

"Okay." Zhang Zhiling arranged for the young people to get busy.