Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

The Japanese couldn't stand it anymore, even though they licked their beautiful father. Ten missiles were launched and their most sacred place was bombed. How could they justify this? I must protest.

The Japanese people were full of resentment in their country. Under the instigation of some people, some parties proposed to drive out the Damei and restore sovereignty, which was recognized by the masses. Of course, the government did not agree with it now, so the two factions started fighting again, first with words, and then developed into armed fighting, and many people died.

Zhang Dabao would only applaud if all the Japanese in the world died. He stayed here for another three days, looted five banks, bombarded a dozen large Allied garrisons, and hit the Japanese palace with missiles, almost scaring the Japanese leader to death.

Zhang Dabao didn't care about the trouble anymore and returned to Hong Kong.

He handed over the comrade's ashes to the comrade here, explained to him the whereabouts of the other comrade and the fate of the traitor Yang Tao, and then returned to his home.

Winter has passed and spring has come. It is May Day again and Zhang Dabao wants to go back and take a look.

After arranging the affairs here, Zhang Dabao returned to the capital alone.

It is now 1962. The drought has eased since the second half of last year. The village has had a good harvest of grain and people's lives have improved initially. Although the supply of materials is still tight, basic living needs can be met.

Hongxing Street should be the street with the best living conditions in Beijing, because there are no idle people here. As long as you are diligent enough, you will have the opportunity to make money. There are also old ladies chatting on the street. Everyone is embroidering at home or at the door of their house. Some people with good skills can earn 50 yuan a month, which is higher than the income of most workers in steel rolling mills; even those who earn less can at least have 20 yuan, which is enough for a family of three to eat and drink.

Wang Xiuqin had no idea how many times she had been praised by her superiors, because not only was life good in Hongxing Street, the public security was even better, and there were almost no fights or thefts among the locals. Because the input and output were not proportional, the number of people with bad relationships between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and quarrels between couples, was much less than in other places.

Wang Yiqun knew that the most fundamental reason for these changes was that everyone had money and their lives were better. The saying "poor couples have many sorrows" was not just a saying.

After returning from a meeting in the district, District Chief Wang praised her again. In fact, Wang Xiuqin was a little indifferent to praise or criticism. She drank a glass of water, sat down and just picked up a document when the door was pushed open and Zhang Dabao came in.

"Auntie, are you so busy?" Zhang Dabao said.

"Da Biao, why haven't you come back for so long? I asked Li Huaide, but he didn't tell the truth." Wang Xiuqin was excited to see her nephew come back. She had gone to Yard 95 twice in the past six months to look for Zhang Da Biao, but he didn't come back. She also went to the steel mill to ask Li Huaide, but Li Huaide didn't tell the truth either, so he scolded Wang Xiuqin twice.

"My work workload is a bit heavy, so I came to see you as soon as I got back. Aunt, Yu Shui also gave birth to a boy. Here is a photo. Take a look." Zhang Dabao immediately changed the subject and took out a photo of his son.

"Really? Let me see." Wang Xiuqin is also a grandmother, and her favorite person is her grandson, the child who has now learned to walk and makes trouble every day.

"He looks cute with his white and chubby face. How much more weight has he gained? Is Yu Shui's milk good?" Wang Xiuqin couldn't lift her head as she stared at the photo.

"I weigh more than 20 kilograms now, and I feel a little fat. Milk is good, but this kid eats a lot," said Zhang Dabao.

"What do you know? It's good for children to eat, but can they grow fast if they can't eat? It's nothing, just like Qiao Yongqian." Wang Xiuqin directly disagreed with Zhang Dabao's point of view. Maybe all grandmothers think that it is better for grandchildren to be able to eat and be chubby.

"Didn't you bring them back?" Wang Xiuqin finally raised her head.

"The children are too young and the distance is too far. Let them come back when they grow up. Will the little leopard in my eldest cousin's family run away? Is my youngest cousin married?" said Zhang Dabao.

"The little leopard runs fast, I can't catch up, I can eat it, but obediently. Qiao Yonghou's dog should not be mentioned, let him get married, as if given me a few words, I do n’t go home, how can I beat him when he comes back." As a result, the younger son was disobedient, but she was angry.

"Has my cousin changed his career?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"He was transferred back. I asked your uncle to transfer him back. He is already 27 or 28 years old, but is not as good as Qiao Yongqian? Qiao Yongqian was married when he was 28. This bastard..." Wang Xiuqin was still angry when she talked about her youngest son.

"That's because I haven't met the right one. What unit does my cousin work in? I'll find some time to go and persuade him." Zhang Dabao became interested in this cousin whom he had never met.

"In the Ministry of Trade, there is a deputy director of the Logistics Department who I feel is busier than the minister," said Wang Xiuqin.

"Ministry of Trade? Is it still under the jurisdiction of Minister Chu?" Zhang Dabao thought of Wang Xiuqin's former neighbors.

"Minister Chu was transferred to the Northeast and became the top leader of the province. Minister Zheng is in charge now. You don't know him, but he used to be in the Northwest," said Wang Xiuqin.

After chatting with Wang Xiuqin for half an afternoon and leaving some gifts, Zhang Dabao returned to Yard No. 95.

Today is the first day of work and school after the May Day holiday, so there is no one in the yard. Yang Ruihua is busy doing embroidery and has no time to guard the gate. Yan Bugui should still be in class and is not at the gate either.

The whole yard was quiet. The children went to school. Xiao Dang also went to the factory nursery. Every day, he and He Jingshu rode Zhang Cuihua's tricycle to and from school. Zhang Lianhua took a year off and now went to work. Her twin sons were also sent to the factory nursery, where there were special people to take care of them.

Zhang Dabao came to the backyard and met Qin Jingru at the door. She was about to enter the house holding Huaihua.

"Huaihua, do you still recognize me?" Zhang Dabao stretched out his hand to Huaihua. Huaihua saw that Zhang Dabao was a little shy, so she hid her head in Qin Jingru's arms. After a while, she raised her head and looked at him again, and did so for several times in a row. Perhaps because of their blood connection, she let Zhang Dabao hold her over.

Zhang Dabao hugged Huaihua and patted her back. Huaihua hugged Zhang Dabao's neck and giggled.

"Shall we go inside to eat?" The three of them came to the house, and Zhang Dabiao brought food to Huaihua and Qin Jingru. Seeing Huaihua eating, Zhang Dabiao felt a little sad. The life here was still a little worse. The things he brought were eaten by the children of the rich families there, but the children here had never seen them. No, let Jia Dongxu's family go with him. Anyway, these children won't be able to go to school in a few years, Zhang Dabiao said with a sigh in his heart.