Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Jia Dongxu was so angry at Banggeng's words that he almost vomited blood. Even his son lost confidence in his promotion. How could this be tolerated?

Jia Dongxu had a good attitude. It was OK if his elders said he could do it, his friends said he could do it, his colleagues and neighbors looked down on him, but he couldn't let his son look down on him. Now his wife also started working. At the beginning, she made 27.5 yuan a month, and it became yuan. If she was promoted to the next level, it would be , the same as himself. The neighborhood committee didn't test skills. Besides, Director Wang was the aunt of his seventh uncle, a real relative, and it was impossible for her to stop Qin Huairu from upgrading. If his wife's salary was high, his son would look down on him even more. So Jia Dongxu secretly made up his mind to study technology well next year and upgrade to level two to show his son.

Jia Dongxu did not sleep well that night and got up early in the morning. During dinner, he said to Zhang Cuihua, "Mom, I want to invite the master to dinner tonight. I have to improve my skills. Lian Banggeng is starting to look down on me. I can't do this."

"It's good that you know it yourself. There's no problem in inviting Lao Yi. The canned food that Da Biao gave you last time is still here. You just need to cook two more dishes. How about inviting Da Biao to come and keep Lao Yi company?" Zhang Cuihua asked her son.

"No, please don't do that. My seventh uncle and master don't get along, and he has a bad temper. If he doesn't say that well, it would be bad if he hits my master." Jia Dongxu quickly rejected his mother's suggestion.

"But the canned food was given by your seventh uncle. Will he be unhappy if he knows that we didn't call him for dinner?" Zhang Cuihua was still a little worried.

"Mom, my seventh uncle is rich and doesn't care about this. You're overthinking it," Jia Dongxu said, waving his hand.

"You say every day that your seventh uncle is rich. How much money does he have? How much can people give him after he retires?" Zhang Cuihua was not satisfied with what her son said.

"Demobilization fee? My seventh uncle is still counting on this little money? The last time he asked me to buy canned food, Ding Youzhi, the one who cheated me out of money, lost at least two thousand yuan to my seventh uncle. In the end, he mortgaged the entire yard to my seventh uncle, and he still owes my seventh uncle five thousand yuan. He just ran away. And my seventh uncle killed nineteen wild boars in the steel rolling mill. How could the money the factory gave him be less? My seventh uncle is richer than my master," Jia Dongxu explained the reason to his mother.

"Damn Ding Youzhi, he ran away after owing so much money? Will he come back?" Zhang Cuihua was heartbroken.

"How can he possibly come back? This is five thousand yuan, not five yuan. What can he use to pay it back?" Jia Xiaoxu said with a smile.

"It's so infuriating. If I knew Ding Youzhi was there, I would have scolded him to death. How could he owe me money and not pay it back? And he owes my brother money." Zhang Cuihua put down the steamed bread in anger.

"Mom, don't worry about this bastard. Get ready tonight. I'll talk to my master later. Ask Zhuzi to come along as well. He invited me last time." Jia Dongxu thought of his good brother He Yuzhu again.

"Okay, let Shazhu cook the dishes. He's a chef and his food is delicious. We still have the meat you brought home last time. Make a few more dishes and send some to Dabiao and Lianhua," Zhang Cuihua instructed her son.

"Okay, I'm leaving now." Jia Dongxu finished drinking the porridge and left.

At 7:30 in the morning, the large group heading to the steel rolling mill set off. Yi Zhonghai, He Yuzhu and Jia Dongxu were in a group of three. "Master, I would like to invite you and Zhuzi to dinner in the evening," said Jia Dongxu.

"Invite us to dinner?" Yi Zhonghai was a little surprised by Jia Dongxu's words.

"My skills are not good. Banggeng even made fun of me yesterday. I have to upgrade. My foundation is poor and I have to start from the beginning. You are so busy now, and you still have to guide me. Your workload will be heavy," said Jia Dongxu.

"You are my apprentice, isn't it normal for me to teach you? Dongxu doesn't need to eat, I am very happy when you know you have made progress." Yi Zhonghai was very pleased to hear Jia Dongxu's words.

"My mother and I have agreed that we have the meat that my seventh uncle gave us last time, as well as two cans of food he gave us. If you don't go to eat, my mother won't be willing to take them out, and I'm afraid they will go bad," said Jia Dongxu.

"Are there any canned foods that have gone bad? I see that you want to eat it. Will your seventh uncle also come to your house for dinner?" Yi Zhonghai asked.

"Don't call him. You and he have different personalities. Just bring him a bowl of food," Jia Dongxu said truthfully.

"Da Biao, he is young and energetic. He has been a soldier for so many years, but the way he speaks and does things is different from us. His temper is too bad," said Yi Zhonghai.

Jia Dongxu smiled and said nothing.

"That's not just ordinary temper. He starts fighting if he disagrees with someone. The key is that he is very fierce. Who can stand this? Brother Dongxu has been beaten by Dabiao so many times, and he has only been in the hospital for a few days," said He Yuzhu.

"It's okay to beat me, I can take it. Last time, my mother asked for money, and my seventh uncle beat me. Then he gave me 10 yuan the next morning and told me to tell him if I need money next time because my mother has no money," said Jia Dongxu.

"Your mother has no money, it seems that he has more money than your mother," Yi Zhonghai tried to trick.

"Master, don't look at you making 99 yuan a month. My seventh uncle has more money than you and he is very capable." Jia Dongxu did not notice anything unusual and answered Yi Zhonghai's question.

"Damn, the big bids are very generous. This old man has been a level 8 worker for more than one or two years," He Yuzhu said in surprise.

"That's it," the three of them talked as they walked, and they arrived at the steel rolling mill.

Jia Dongxu's work attitude today is obviously different. He did not try to cheat or take shortcuts, but studied and worked seriously.

At night, Zhang Dabao studied the "Meteor Sword Technique" again, using his hand as a sword. He practiced all night, and in the early morning he took a rest. He came to Chunfeng Hutong, took out his sword to practice. The more he practiced, the more familiar he became. The Tianyi Heart Technique on his body circulated faster and faster, and his body made a series of "pa, pa" sounds. Zhang Dabao reached the second level of Qi Refining and his swordsmanship also reached the entry level.

Zhang Dabao felt that he could see farther and could even see the color of the feathers of sparrows flying in the distance. His ears also became more sensitive and he could hear the sound of ants crawling underground.

Zhang Dabao knew that more haste makes waste, so he boiled some water to take a bath, then slowly practiced his sword skills to adapt to the changes in his body.

It was afternoon and Zhang Dabao was so hungry that he found some food in the space and ate a lot. Seeing the amount of food he had eaten, Zhang Dabao was a little surprised. His cultivation had improved and his appetite had increased. Fortunately, he had a plug-in, otherwise it would be difficult to find food at this time.

After eating, Zhang Dabao rode his bike back to Yard 95. He was in a good mood today, so he found a roast chicken from the space and hung it on the handlebars. Since he was happy, he should spread the happiness and make his family happy together.

When he returned to the yard, everyone who had gotten off work had not returned yet. Zhang Dabao put the roast chicken in the kitchen and leaned on a chair at the door to bask in the sunset, with a book in his hand and a cup of tea beside him. The sun gradually set and the yard became lively.