Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Uncle, let me show you some photos. You will definitely eat an extra bowl of noodles," said Zhang Dabao after he had arranged the dishes.

"What kind of photo is so appetizing? Is it better than the food cooked by a famous chef?" Yan Jing asked with a smile. Judging from his expression, he seemed to not quite believe it.

"Take a look first," Zhang Dabao took out the photos he took in Yanjia Village before the Spring Festival.

"Whose house is this? It looks newly built. Isn't life in the country quite difficult now? My hometown is in a mountain village and life is even more difficult. How can anyone build a new house?" Yan Jingkai was confused.

"This is my second uncle. They built the house for you because they were afraid that you would have no place to live when you returned," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"Mine?" Yan Jingkai couldn't believe it. He held the photo in one hand and gently stroked it with the other hand. "Is this really built for me?" Yan Jingkai raised his head and asked Zhang Dabao again.

"No matter how many times you ask, this building was built for you. I went there before the Spring Festival and lived here. The kang is very warm. I told them that when you retire in a few years, we will send you back to live there for a while," Zhang Dabao said to Yan Jingkai.

"Xiao Ming, the house must be your fault. I don't know the situation at home, but I have been away from home for so many years, and my brothers and sisters have long forgotten me. If they want to build a house for me, they can't wait until now. Thank you, but I can't retire." After Yan Jingkai finished speaking, his eyes suddenly turned red, and two turbid tears flowed out of his eyes.

"Uncle, you must be missing home. We will stop doing this in a few years. When will it end?" Zhang Dabao said to Yan Jingkai.

"Xiao Ming, our line of work is different. I've been here for so many years, I'm very familiar with the situation, and I've basically integrated into the life here. The risk of them replacing people is too high, and it's not conducive to the development of work, so I have to work for a few more years. Who doesn't want to get married after getting out? Xiao Ming, what I mean is that if I can't go back, you must bury me back in my hometown. I don't want to be a lonely ghost here," Yan Jingkai said to Zhang Dabao with longing in his eyes.

"I promise you that I will let you go back," Zhang Dabao said solemnly.

"Xiao Ming, I heard that this hotel area is going to be developed. A company called Fang Mei is going to develop this place. Have you heard about it?" Yan Jingkai said.

"What will you do with your hotel after you develop it here? Will you open it in another place?" Zhang Dabao asked Yan Jingkai.

"If I don't open a shop, I won't know how to do anything else. Besides, some things will be easier to deal with if I run a shop with people coming and going," Yan Jingkai said.

"I'll find a place for you. It's not appropriate to open a big store in your situation, right? Let's open a store similar to yours. I'll find two people to help you. You're old now, you can't do things the same way as before," said Zhang Dabao.

"How many people can a small shop support? Two people may not be able to support it. I'll find one to help me clean and stuff. I've outsourced the washing of quilt covers and sheets," Yan Jingkai said after thinking for a while.

"Don't worry, I will pay him a salary." Zhang Dabao was afraid that he would be stingy with the money.

"It's not about money. Two people would be enough, but you insisted on three. It would be a problem to meet someone who is interested. I'm just over sixty years old, it's not like I can't work. By the way, I'll find you a wife here. The child you give birth to will have the surname Yan. It's different here than in China. You can marry several wives," Yan Jingkai said to Zhang Dabao.

"Uncle, don't worry about getting married. I can find one myself and I'm sure I can give you some great-grandchildren." Zhang Dabiao rejected Yan Jingkai's proposal. It's not like he didn't have any women. Would it be appropriate to let an old man in his sixties find a wife for him? Their vision was different from his own. They liked women with broad backs, big breasts and big buttocks the most, because in their perception, such women were easy to give birth to and could give birth to boys.

"Hurry up, then," Yan Jingkai instructed Zhang Dabao, and started eating the noodles. He actually ate one more bowl, not sure if it was because of the delicious food or the recipe from his hometown.

After chatting with Yan Jingkai for the whole afternoon, Zhang Dabao came to Wen's house again in the evening.

"Mr. Yan is here." Wen Li's parents are now in awe of Zhang Dabao. This is the kind of awe that ordinary people have for money and power, and it has nothing to do with age.

"Uncle Wen, are you more familiar with this place now?" Zhang Dabao asked with a smile.

"Now that I'm familiar with the place, I go out for a walk every day. The things here are more complete than what we have. As long as you have money, you can buy everything, and you don't even need a ticket here," said Wen's father.

"Yes, people have to adapt to the environment. It should be easier to adapt from our place to here. After all, the quality of life has improved. It would be difficult to adapt if you go back," said Zhang Dabao.

"Mom is back." Yanni heard the door open and ran over. She opened the door and saw that it was indeed Wenli who came back.

"Sister Wen, are you busy with work now?" Zhang Dabao also stood up.

"You're here" Wen Li's face was full of smiles.

After dinner, Mr. and Mrs. Wen took the children for a walk downstairs, leaving the space in the house to Zhang Dabao and Wen Li.

"Don't you want a son? Come on," Wen Li said provocatively.

"Come on, I'm not afraid of you." Zhang Dabao rushed forward and worked hard for the reproduction of the species.

"This time when I went to the mining machinery factory, Director Yu told me that Yanni's father was dead. He was having an affair there and was beaten up and left to die in the mountains." Zhang Dabao thought about it and decided to tell Wen Li about Tong Zhi.

"Whether they love each other or not, what does it have to do with me?" Wen Li replied impatiently. It seemed that this person must have hurt him deeply.

"Don't say anything to spoil the fun, let's do it again," Wen Li suggested.

"Can you do it again?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"I can't do it, and I'm afraid you can't do it. Come on, are you still a man?" Wen Li used the method of provoking the opponent.

Who could stand such provocation? So Zhang Dabao stayed here for one night, and went to Haoran Company with Wen Li in the morning.

"Uncle Zhong, I brought you pancakes made with all kinds of flour. I specially asked someone to make the mixed flour ones. There is also a bundle of green onions. I put them downstairs. The smell is too strong, but the green onions are from Zhangqiu, Shandong, and they are more than two meters tall. It cost me more to transport them here," said Zhang Dabao when he came to Zhong Daohao's office.

"Zhangqiu onion, Xiao Ming, you are so thoughtful. I have really eaten that kind of onion. Roll it in a pancake and take a bite. The taste is indescribable. At that time, because I ate too much onion, my father criticized me and said that it was a waste. I should take a bite, pull the onion down and just taste it." Zhong Daohao liked the gift Zhang Dabao brought him very much.

"If you pull it down like this, can you still eat the onions? That's too frugal," Zhang Dabia said with a smile.

"What can we do? It's our fault that we are poor. Now you can eat as many onions as you want, but they won't taste the same as before," said Zhong Daohao after a long sigh.