Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Brother Damao, have you been to the countryside? Have you eaten? There are dumplings over at Dongxu. I'll bring you a bowl." Zhang Dabao stood up and said to Xu Damao.

"Da Biao, I've eaten. Xiao'e has given birth, so I came over to talk to you," Xu Damao said happily.

"It's born. That's good news. Isn't the due date not yet here?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"No, because she is pregnant with two children, both boys. She gave birth to two sons at once. Dabiao, I, Xu Damao, have a son." Xu Damao laughed with tears in his eyes.

"Two sons? That's great. You guys decide whether to celebrate after twelve days, the full moon, or the hundredth day. I will provide meat, fish, eggs, and vegetables." Zhang Dabao was also very happy.

"My father-in-law hasn't said anything yet, but from what he said it seems like he wants to celebrate during the New Year," said Xu Damao.

"That's twelve days later. I'll prepare some food and send it to Mr. Lou's house tomorrow. You can put some meat or something at home. You should at least treat the villagers in the courtyard to a bowl of soup, right?" Zhang Dabao said.

"Thank you, Da Biao," Xu Damao said excitedly.

"Brother Damao, what is our relationship? Isn't it too far-fetched to talk about these things?" Zhang Dabao said.

"That's right, I still have to go to the hospital, I told you," said Xu Damao.

"Wait a minute." Zhang Dabao turned and went to the inner room, took out a bottle, two large cans of milk powder, and a few cans of meat, and gave them to Xu Damao.

"Wait a moment, Dongxu still has dumplings. I'll pack a lunch box for you. Xiao'e might like it." Zhang Dabao went to the place where Jia Dongxu and He Yuzhu were drinking and put the dumplings into a lunch box for Xu Damao.

"Da Mao, is there a happy event?" He Yuzhu stood up shakily.

"Zhu Zi, I have good news, very good news. Today I have two sons. Two sons, aren't you happy?" Xu Damao said happily.

"Fuck, twins? And they're all sons? Damao, you're really good," He Yuzhu said sourly.

"Zhu Zi, work hard." Xu Damao patted He Yuzhu's shoulder, picked up the lunch box and the bag given by Zhang Dabao and left.

"Why should I work hard? My wife is pregnant now, don't you know, you idiot," said He Yuzhu.

"Zhuzi, don't be discouraged. My aunt's belly is also quite big, but when my cousin is born, I will personally give him a good name." Jia Dongxu had obviously drunk a little too much, so he stood up and comforted He Yuzhu.

"You're giving a name. What name can you give to a child without even a little sesame oil in his stomach?" Zhang Cuihua came in to serve the dumpling soup and just happened to hear Jia Dongxu was going to name He Yuzhu's child.

"Mom, you can't say that. Huaihua is a very good name. I've thought about it. If Huairu gives birth to another son, we will call him Zhengzheng, okay? My next generation will be Zheng," said Jia Dongxu.

"Serious?" Zhang Cuihua asked.

"Yes, is this name loud and clear? Does it sound nice?" Jia Dongxu said with a proud look on his face.

"You bastard, your mother made me drunk and you're talking nonsense." Zhang Cuihua did not answer her son, but took action directly and beat Jia Dongxu violently.

Zhang Dabiao had just returned to the house when he heard the noise and came out again, "What's going on? Why is there so much trouble every day?"

"Da Biao, Dongxu gave his next son a resounding name, and my eldest sister beat him up after hearing it," said He Yuzhu.

"What's the name that makes sister so angry?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Dongxu said to call me Zhengjing. I think this name is not bad. Why should I get beaten?" He Yuzhu was a little confused.

"Don't you know your mother's last name? And you call me Jia Zhengjing? I want to beat you up." Zhang Dabao was so angry that he hit Jia Dongxu twice.

"Jia Zhengjing, Jia Zhengjing" He Yuzhu was still confused.

"Is this a person's name? Do you think this is a person's name?" Zhang Cuihua asked her son while beating him.

"Mom, this one is not suitable. We can change it. How about Zhengming? Is this one okay?" Jia Dongxu said.

"I told you to pick a random name, and Jia Zhengming? Have you really forgotten your fucking last name, you bastard?" Zhang Cuihua didn't let go until she was tired of beating him, and she threatened Jia Dongxu not to name the child because he was uneducated and brainless.

Zhang Cuihua acted out a story of a mother raising her children. Colleagues and neighbors in the courtyard also knew that Xu Damao had given birth to twin sons. Most people were envious, and a few were jealous.

Yan Bugui was a little jealous. He thought of his eldest son Yan Jiecheng in the northwest. If his son had not been arrested, he might have been married and had twin grandsons for him.

"What do you think happened to Jie Cheng? I've been thinking about him a lot these days?" Yan Bugui asked Yang Ruihua.

"What can I do? It's good enough to be alive there," said Yang Ruihua.

"Why don't he write a letter?" Yan Bugui asked again.

Yang Ruihua had no way of knowing the answer, so the only way he could answer Yan Bugui was to remain silent.

Yan Jiecheng did not write back, and he could not write back, because he was overwhelmed on the first day after arriving in the Northwest, with the full wind and sand and endless work to do. On the second day, he discovered a problem through observation, that is, the discipline here was not strict at all, and almost no one cared. So the smart Yan Jiecheng came up with another bold idea, which was to escape from here.

With this idea in mind, he began to work towards it. One noon, he stole food from his cellmate and set out on the road to escape alone.

The endless Gobi Desert, the endless yellow sand, and the countless wolves have caused countless heroes to fall in this Gobi Desert. Yan Jieben could not be called a hero, so he soon died and disappeared in the vast Gobi Desert. Naturally, he could not write letters to his parents at home.

The next day, Jia Dongxu woke up and felt pain all over his body. "Mom, did I fall yesterday? Why does my body hurt so much?" Jia Dongxu asked his mother while eating breakfast.

"Have you forgotten all the good things you did yesterday?" Zhang Cuihua asked her son.

"I didn't do anything. It was too painful. My aunt has some medicinal wine and asked her to rub the pillar a little more," said Jia Dongxu.

"Jia Dongxu, I tell you, no matter how many children our family has in the future, you are not allowed to name them, do you understand?" Zhang Cuihua put down the bowl and said to her son seriously.

"No, I won't. And you're not satisfied with what I gave you," said Jia Dongxu.

"You also know that the name you gave is not good, why do you still want to give your brother a serious name?" Banggeng was unhappy and questioned Jia Dongxu.

"What does it have to do with you whether I give it a name or not? Isn't the name Zhengjing good? You are of the Zheng generation. If you have a younger brother, you should bring the older generation with you. Otherwise, when we return to Jiajia Village, others won't know what to call us," said Jia Dongxu.