Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Zhang Dabao still delivered the letter to the village entrance, and then continued to Huangyangjian.

In the letter, Fang Zhong returned to the village, found the work group sent by the commune to the village, stamped the village seal, and then returned home. "Mom, let's pack up and go to the commune tomorrow," Fang Zhong said to his mother.

"Has the pension been settled? Can't you just go and collect the money? Why should I go?" the mother asked in the letter.

"We have found out that it was Mei Liangxin and Mei Liangzhi who took the money. The money of the two of them has been deposited into the commune's finance department. We will get the money once the case is investigated. We are going to the commune. What I mean is that we will not live in the village anymore," Fang said in the letter.

"Life in the village is hard, but even though Mei Liangxin is dead, we can still survive. How will we live in the commune?" the mother asked the Chinese side in the letter.

"Mom, my brother's comrade-in-arms, Captain Zhang Dabao, is now a senior official in Beijing. He found the commune leader Ma and asked me to work at the police station. Captain Zhang said that since I have become a public servant, the Mei family will not dare to bully us," Fang said in the letter.

"Really?" The mother stood up excitedly.

"Of course it's true. I have stamped the recruitment form. Captain Zhang will drive us there tomorrow afternoon. He has also asked Leader Ma to arrange a house for us in the commune. Mom, our lives are getting better," Fang said in the letter.

"That's great. I didn't expect that even though Zhongyuan had been dead for several years, our family was able to turn things around thanks to him, but he can't see it anymore." The mother thought of her eldest son who had sacrificed his life and started crying at home.

After crying, the two began to pack up the things in the house. In fact, there was not much to pack up, just a few tattered beds, the military coat given by Zhang Dabao, and several dozen kilograms of food.

Neither of them slept well that night.

Zhang Dabao arrived at Huangyangjian again and rested in the cave until three o'clock. He continued to practice in the morning. The result was the same as when he practiced at home. There was some progress, but only a little bit, almost negligible.

After arriving at Liuling Mountain, it would be inappropriate not to go to Hengshan Mountain. Zhang Dabao went directly from the mountain to Hengshan Mountain. He did not find any traces of practitioners there. After touring Hengshan Mountain, Zhang Dabao looked at the time and it was noon again. He ate something and returned to Liuling Mountain.

Because Zhang Dabao heard the calls of wild goats at night, he stood at the highest point and saw a group of wild goats more than 700 meters away. Zhang Dabao flew over directly, and the sword in his hand flew around. He caught seven wild goats and put them in the space. Then he went down the mountain, took a wild goat out of the space and put it in the truck, and waited for Xin Zhongzheng and his son at the entrance of the village.

At this time, Xinzhong Fang was carrying his luggage and supporting his mother as they walked out of the village.

"The Chinese side, are they going out?" asked a family that usually had some contact with the Xin family.

"Aunt, go to the commune," Fang said in the letter.

"Why do we need to bring quilts and food?" the man asked again.

"I will be living in the commune most of the time from now on. I am worried about my mother being alone at home, so I have to go with her," Fang said in the letter.

"Are you going to work in the commune?" the woman understood.

"Yes, auntie." Xin Fang didn't talk much in the letter. He just said a few simple words and went down the mountain with his mother.

They walked slowly, and by the time they reached the village entrance, the villagers had almost known about it. Some curious people even went to ask the leader sent by the commune to the village.

"Xin Zhongfang has been recruited by the police station and his application has been stamped. He will be a public security officer from now on," said the leader sent by the commune to the village.

"Why can he recruit workers?" someone asked.

"Because his brother was a martyr, he was treated unfairly by the village," said the people in the commune.

The people in the village were speechless. They stood at the entrance of the village and watched Xin's mother and son go down the mountain, leave the village, get on the car, and then leave.

"Captain Zhang, thank you so much for the Chinese side," Xin's mother expressed her gratitude repeatedly after getting in the car.

"Aunt, Zhongyuan and I are brothers in life and death. We agreed to work in the noodle shop together, but he was unlucky and died early. We who are still alive have the responsibility to take care of your life. In fact, I may have come too late," said Zhang Dabao.

"Zhongyuan is gone because he had bad luck. What does it have to do with you? There will always be casualties in a war. It's just that it was my son who died this time. It would be great if there were no wars in the world," said Xin's mother.

"This day will come soon. When we become strong, others will not dare to bully us. Then there will be no need for war." Zhang Dabao took the two of them to the commune.

The commune's leader, Ma, was very caring and allocated three houses and a small courtyard to Zhang Dabao. Zhang Dabao dragged the wild goat off the car and handed it over to the commune's chef.

"Brother Ma, isn't it a coincidence that I went to Liuling Mountain today and happened to meet it. It must have known that we were having a party and had no food, so it ran over on its own and was killed by me with one knife," said Zhang Dabia with a smile.

"What a coincidence. We agreed to be responsible for the vegetables, but you shot the sheep again. How embarrassing," said Leader Ma.

"It's just a coincidence. I have a box of Xifeng and two bottles of foreign liquor in my car. Let's have a good drink today." Zhang Dabia took out the wine from the truck bed.

Today we had mutton offal, bread, and potatoes. Zhang Dabao asked Xin Zhongzheng to cut the mutton into pieces and gave five or six pounds to each person. Everyone who came said that Xin Zhongzheng was a good guy.

In difficult times, there was nothing more enjoyable than food. After dinner, Zhang Dabao rested in the duty room of the commune. He said goodbye to everyone early in the morning and set off for the capital.

It was already the 95nd day of the twelfth lunar month, two days earlier than expected. It should be because everything went particularly smoothly in Yanjia Village. The car kept stopping along the way and drove until one o'clock in the morning. When they arrived in Beijing, Zhang Dabao did not go back to No. Yard, but came to Chunfeng Hutong, where he had a good sleep until noon.

Once I wake up, I can't sleep anymore. Today is the Little New Year. I go back to harvest the vegetables in the greenhouse and share them with everyone. I still have lamb chops and Yanggao millet in my own space, which will be great to give as gifts to others.

When I returned to Yard 95, I saw Jia Dongxu, who had already finished get off work, basking in the sun at the door.

"Don't sleep anymore. I put a sheep under the car at the door. Bring it in and prepare it. We'll have mutton soup in the evening." Zhang Dabao woke up Jia Dongxu, who was half asleep.

When Jia Dongxu heard that there were sheep, he was no longer sleepy and ran outside.

After Jia Dongxu left, Zhang Dabao called Liu Guangfu, Yan Jiekuang, Yan Jiedi, Banggeng and Niu Xiaozheng who were at home to help him collect vegetables. Qin Jingru was responsible for transporting the vegetables into the house. With more people, the work could be done faster. Jia Dongxu stewed the mutton offal and mutton, and the vegetables were collected. Zhang Dabao gave each of the people who helped a bundle of leeks, and asked them to go home and put them down, and come to the backyard to drink mutton soup later.