Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

On the way to work in the morning, Jia Dongxu asked He Yuzhu seriously, "Zhuzi, tell me the truth, are you really attracted to my aunt?"

He Yuzhu also answered very formally, "Of course it's true. I've been on date many times before, but the ones I liked didn't like me, and the ones who liked me, I didn't like. I feel that Lianhua is gentle, beautiful, and very considerate. I want to marry her."

"You bastard, do you really want to be my uncle? I totally disagree," Jia Dongxu said angrily.

"This is an adult matter, does it matter whether a child agrees or not?" He Yuzhu's words almost pissed Jia Dongxu off to death. He was just a nephew and his words didn't carry any weight.

"Zhu Zi, you have to be cautious when looking for a wife. Don't be blind," Yi Zhonghai also spoke.

"Don't worry, uncle. I really feel that Lianhua is good, but if I want to marry her, I have to wait until the second half of the year. She doesn't want to get married so soon," said He Yuzhu.

"Yes, my thirteenth uncle died not long ago. Zhuzi, you'd better think about it. If you want to marry my aunt, you may lose me as a friend," Jia Dongxu continued to persuade He Yuzhu.

"I have many friends, who are you? I am going to marry Lianhua, do I need you as a friend? You are a relative, a nephew." He Yuzhu's words hurt Jia Dongxu again.

"Shazhu, you bastard" Jia Dongxu's angry look was not scary at all, at least He Yuzhu was not afraid.

Yi Zhonghai didn't say anything else. He didn't want He Yuzhu to have any contact with Zhang Dabiao. Jia Dongxu was already Zhang Dabiao's nephew, and this could not be changed. It would be too bad if He Yuzhu, his retirement alternative, became related to Zhang Dabiao. He had to find a way.

The three people were all preoccupied with their own thoughts and didn't notice the two people following them not far behind.

"Remember? The curly-haired guy is Jia Dongxu, the silly one is Sha Zhu, he knows kung fu, and the old man is Yi Zhonghai," a middle-aged man said to a young man.

"Remember, I will be watching at the factory gate in the afternoon. As soon as they leave the factory, I will run back to deliver the letter." The young man looked at Jia Dongxu and the other two again and memorized their appearance in his mind.

When they arrived at the steel rolling mill, Yi Zhonghai and Jia Lexu went to a workshop, and He Yuzhu went to the cafeteria.

Zhang Dabao released one of the two crows into Guo Qinhai's home to monitor their actions, and released the other one into the steel rolling mill to watch Zhang Lianhua.

After lunch, Zhang Dabao went out and arrived at Xiaozhi Hutong in advance. There were only a few employees in the printing factory and no production tasks. After noon, the workers went home for lunch and basically did not come to the company in the afternoon.

After climbing up the water tower, Zhang Dabao squatted behind the parapet and thought about his plan again. When he felt there was no problem, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

Today, Guo Xiaoliang gathered a dozen young men and invited them to drink at noon. A group of 17 or 18-year-old kids, who were very excited, came to help with all kinds of weapons in their hands, including broadswords, shotguns, two Hanyang-made guns and a turtle box. Seeing this, Boss Guo shook his head. What good is this? Bringing a bunch of messy people here, catching one can lead a group. He suppressed his anger again and again. It must be a nephew, not a son. If it was his own son, he would have beaten his mother to death long ago.

Time passed little by little, and at three o'clock, Guo Xiaoliang had lost his temper and wanted to ambush in advance.

"Xiaoliang, it's not good to go too early. After all, this is the capital city, with many people and eyes. If we set up an ambush in advance, the risk of being exposed will be great." Boss Guo patiently explained to his nephew.

After four o'clock, Guo Lao could no longer persuade them, so he gathered his men and came to Xiaozhi Hutong. Zhang Dabao saw that things had changed. Guo Qinhai and his men had brought too many people. He thought they would only have a dozen people, but there were more than thirty people. He could not handle the situation with his three teams. After a long time, gunshots were heard and the police arrived quickly.

Zhang Dabao thought again and again, took out the pheasant neck from the space, loaded the bullets, and thought to use the medium-range rifle to kill Guo Qinhai's brothers first, and then use the machine gun to shoot them. After the shooting, no matter what the situation of the people below, he would put away the machine gun and run away.

With a plan in mind, Zhang Dabao put the two medium-sized rifles back into the space, leaving only one medium-sized rifle and the machine gun outside.

It was five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time to get off work at the steel mill. As the best worker in the workshop, Yi Zhonghai was always the first to leave work, followed by his two generals Jia Dongxu and He Yuzhu. When the three of them left the factory, a young man at the gate of the steel mill saw them and rode away quickly on his bicycle.

"Brother, he's coming out." The young man came quickly, and the people in Xiaozhi Hutong got the information of the upcoming action.

"Brothers, it's time for us to show our skills. Listen to my gunshots. As soon as the gun sounds, rush forward and catch people." Guo Xiaoliang regarded himself as the commander-in-chief of the front line and said to the brothers he brought with him.

"Don't worry, Xiaoliang"

"Brother Liang, please watch"

The younger brothers also gave face and agreed to Guo Xiaoliang's request.

At this time, Zhang Dabiao saw a convoy coming from a distance. There were three Jiefang brand trucks with four people tied up in the trucks. Zhang Dabiao knew three of them, one was Brother Hai, the other two were Lao Ding and Lao Liang, and there was a middle-aged man he didn't know. The four people had one thing in common, that is, there was a wooden sign stuck behind them with words on it, and a cross was made in red letters.

The spies have finished parading through the streets and are now taking them to the execution ground. That’s great! Zhang Dabao has a new idea.

The effective range of the rifle was nearly 100 meters. When the convoy was about meters away from the entrance of the alley, Zhang Dabiao's rifle fired and hit the front wheel of the truck. The tire burst and the truck tilted to one side. Brother Hai on the truck saw hope and shouted, "Come and save me, come and save us!"

Seeing this, the other three also started shouting.

The soldiers reacted quickly. The truck behind stopped immediately. The soldiers got off the car, used the truck as cover, raised their weapons, and the soldiers in the front car pinned the prisoner under them.

Zhang Dabao's gun fired again, hitting the front of the car. Guo Xiaoliang's brothers heard the gunshot and rushed out, and the Hanyang-made box rifles in their hands also started firing.

When the soldiers saw that something was not right, they began to fight back. The soldiers in the last car backed out and went around to another street in the alley, apparently trying to surround the bandits who had intercepted the car.

Guo Xiaoliang rushed the fastest, and of course died the fastest. He was the first to charge, and was shot five or six times before falling to the ground and dying. "Xiaoliang" Guo Qinhai saw his only son dead, so he rushed forward with a pistol, wanting to avenge his son. Not surprisingly, Guo Qinhai also fell, also shot several times.

Zhang Dabao saw that the Guo family wanted to retreat, so he opened his pheasant neck and suppressed the soldiers. The Guo family rescued Guo Qinhai and Guo Xiaoliang.

Zhang Dabao used a bullet belt. At this time, some soldiers were already shooting towards the water tower. Zhang Dabao put away his gun, jumped off the water tower, climbed over the wall to leave the printing factory, crossed the street, and entered the alley. At this time, the soldiers who were surrounding him also came over. Zhang Dabao thought to himself that it was a close call.

After changing clothes twice and riding around seven or eight alleys, Zhang Dabao rode his bike to Daoxiangcun, bought some snacks, hung them on the handlebars, and slowly returned to No. 95 Yard.