Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Things are people and nothing is done, and tears shed first.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Jia Dongxu wanted to go out to pay New Year's greetings. In the past, he would go to the backyard to kowtow to the deaf old lady, and then go to the master's house to kowtow and eat. But the house of the deaf old lady in the backyard is now his own. I don't know where my master Yi Zhonghai has just gone. I have to write several letters every year to tell my master about the situation at home, but my master has never replied to me. I don't know if he is doing well? And his leg is still injured, which was beaten by Yan Jiecheng, the bastard. Living in the remote third line, such a hard place, I miss my master so much.

Thinking of the time he spent with Yi Zhonghai, Jia Dongxu couldn't help but burst into tears.

"What's wrong? Are you missing your wife and children?" Zhang Cuihua felt a little distressed when she saw her son crying, so she came over and asked.

"No, they live with my seventh uncle, they must be eating and drinking well, what could happen to them? I miss my master, he hasn't sent any news for a long time, is there something wrong?" Jia Dongxu asked his mother.

"What can happen to him? Don't you know how capable your master is? An eighth-level worker is respected wherever he goes. What's more important is his good mouth, which can make black turn white. Apart from the loss he suffered from your seventh uncle, what other losses has he suffered? He is living almost well," Zhang Cuihua comforted her son.

Yi Zhonghai lived a good life, just like Zhang Cuihua said. As an eighth-level worker, he was respected in any unit. Whenever the factory leaders saw Yi Zhonghai, they would greet him with a smile and call him Master Yi. When the factory distributed housing or had any rare things, Yi Zhonghai would always be there.

Yi Zhonghai, who is living in the mountains of the southwest, is receiving his superiors at his home. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the superiors specially came to the home of Yi Zhonghai, an eighth-level worker who came to the Third Line to support construction. They highly appreciated his spirit of contributing to the country and admired his behavior of settling down in the mountains with his wife and children and treating the factory as his home. The superiors' words further encouraged Yi Zhonghai, and he said that he would make more contributions and live up to the expectations of the leaders.

The superior leaders were very busy. After visiting Yi Zhonghai, they had to go to other units. Yi Zhonghai limped and sent the leaders to their doorsteps. The leaders saw that an eighth-level worker who could have enjoyed a good life in Beijing, but was living in the mountains with his disabled body and two young children. They held Comrade Yi Zhonghai's hand with tears in their eyes.

"Master Yi, take care. I will come to see you again." After the leaders left, Yi Zhonghai stood at the door. He returned home only when he could no longer see the leaders.

"Old Yi, is that a big leader?" Liu Cuiping asked Yi Zhonghai.

"He must be a big leader. Our factory director almost couldn't squeeze into the room. He is at the department level, but this is still his territory. This shows that there are too many people with higher ranks than him," Yi Zhonghai said with a smile.

"Ha..." Yi Zhonghai sneezed a few times after sitting down.

"Dad, are you sick?" Yi Zhonghai's daughter Yi Dahong ran to Yi Zhonghai from the inner room. Yi Dahong and Yi Dajun were two children adopted by Yi Zhonghai before he left Beijing. When he left Beijing, one of the two children had just learned to speak, and the daughter could not speak clearly at that time. Now, after a few years, the children have grown up a little and know how to care for others.

Yi Zhonghai now feels particularly motivated. He thinks he can live for at least another 30 years. He is 50 years old this year, and he has to live to 80. His children have grown up, and he and his wife will have to help them take care of them.

"Dad is not sick, he may have caught a cold." Yi Zhonghai held his daughter on his lap, and his son Yi Dajun came out and held her on his other lap.

He likes both his son and daughter and dotes on them both.

"Lao Yi, the leader brought some nutritional supplements," said Liu Cuiping.

"This is pastry. I'll give it to the children later. What is this? What is coffee? It's wrapped in paper, in packets?" Yi Zhonghai asked his wife.

"How should I know? I haven't heard of it. It's black and looks nutritious," said Liu Cuiping.

"Give the children a packet at night to nourish them," said Yi Zhonghai.

"Dad, you and my mom also need to make up for it," said Yi Dajun.

"We will make up for it too" Yi Zhonghai couldn't stand such words the most. He would smile so much when the children said them.

"Old Yi, Dongxu wrote to me before the New Year. He said that his Banggeng, two younger sisters and Huairu have all gone abroad to join Zhang Dabao. Now he and Zhang Cuihua are the only ones at home. They are cadres and were reluctant to leave, so they didn't go," said Liu Cuiping.

"Dongxu, we know how to be grateful. But there are too many people in Zhang Cuihua's family, and we can't handle it. Besides, can an apprentice compare to a son and a daughter?" Yi Zhonghai said.

"Of course not," said Liu Cuiping.

"That's fine. We will train Dajun and Dahong well, let them study, and take the entrance exams to technical secondary schools and universities in the future," said Yi Zhonghai.

"Dad, I want to go to university in Beijing. My old man lives there. I want to go see him," said Yi Dahong.

"That's great. Then you have to study hard. It's not easy to get into university," Yi Zhonghai said to his daughter.

"Dad, is the Dongxu you told mom about my brother?" Yi Dajun asked.

"He is your brother, he is my apprentice. He is a little stupid, but he has good character. If you go to the capital in the future, you can go find him. You can say that you are Yi Zhonghai's son and daughter, and he can at least treat you to a good meal," said Yi Zhonghai.

"When I grow up, I will go to Beijing to find Brother Dongxu and ask him to treat me to Peking duck. My classmates think the Peking duck in Beijing is the best," said Yi Dajun.

"Okay, your brother Dongxu will definitely treat you. His name is Jia Dongxu, and he lives in the compound at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, Hongxing Street. Your father and your mother also lived there before. Remember this." Yi Zhonghai told his son and daughter about his apprentice Jia Dongxu.

"Isn't Brother Dongxu too stupid? He hasn't been promoted to a second-level worker in all these years?" Yi Dajun asked in surprise.

“It’s not a question of being stupid or not. It’s a question of whether you’re attentive or not. Work and study are the same, you can’t fool around, because the results can’t lie. You pretend to work hard every day, but when the results come out in the end, everyone will know who is attentive and who is not. You should study hard, and don’t learn from your brother Dongxu.” Yi Zhonghai taught his two children a lesson using the story of his apprentice.

"Stop talking and eat some cakes." Liu Cuiping brought the cakes brought by the leaders. The family of four ate the cakes and talked about some interesting things. They were very happy.

Write back to Jia Dongxu? Where is the time? I have to work, educate my children, and play games with my children when I have time. Dongxu will understand if he knows, because he is an adult and it is impossible for him to argue with children.