Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

The sun rises every day, and it is new every day. Zhang Dabao had a good rest. He was also a little scared. He did not expect that Guo Qinhai and his son were two brainless people who did things without considering the consequences. Fortunately, the problem was solved, and it was solved perfectly.

Two crows were taken back and one was placed in the yard to monitor the deaf old lady next door. Zhang Dabao had a very bad impression of her. She had a cold and mysterious feeling. Except for going out once every afternoon, she stayed in her room all the time. Her room was very dark and one could hardly see anything when looking inside from the outside.

Who is she? What is her relationship with Yi Zhonghai? What is her relationship with He Yuzhu? Zhang Dabiao has been unable to figure out these questions.

The other crow was still placed in the steel rolling mill. Nothing could happen to the second sister. For the time being, he could only use his energy on these two birds. Zhang Dabao also gave up on the first sparrow.

In the morning, Zhang Dabiao was woken up by Jia Dongxu's retching. After Jia Dongxu got up, he retched as soon as he went out the door and vomited some acid. He stood up and looked back, and saw Zhang Lianhua. "Auntie, where did I sleep?"

"I used to sleep in Master Huo's room. Dongxu, don't drink anymore. It's so uncomfortable when you're drunk. I feel uncomfortable just listening to you vomiting," Zhang Lianhua said to her nephew.

"Aunt, you don't drink, so you don't know the joy of drinking. Is there anything to eat? I'm a little hungry." Jia Dongxu didn't take Zhang Lianhua's words to heart at all.

"There's rice porridge, have a bowl. You didn't eat last night. I didn't see that you were happy when drinking, but I saw that you were uncomfortable." Zhang Lianhua said this but still scooped a bowl of rice porridge for Jia Dongxu.

"Aunt, your cooking is better than my mom's and Huairu's," Jia Dongxu praised Lianhua while drinking.

"It doesn't taste good, but you bastard won't starve to death. How can corn porridge taste good as rice porridge? Now you dislike your mother's cooking, so bring rice home for me when the time comes." Zhang Cuihua was a little worried about her son in the morning, so she got up early to check on him. She happened to hear her son praising his sister.

"Mom, you can talk but don't do anything. Don't spill the rice." Jia Dongxu drank while running, and put the bowl on the table after he finished drinking.

"Have some more drink, but there are no steamed buns. We haven't steamed buns for several days," Zhang Lianhua asked her nephew.

"It's okay to have another bowl. Auntie, bring some pickles." Jia Dongxu was also a down-to-earth man. He picked up the bowl again as soon as he was asked.

"Da Biao, when will Dongxu be able to behave like an adult since he is so shameless?" Zhang Cuihua saw her brother also left the house.

"He will never grow up in front of us. When he becomes like an adult, you will also become old. Such a temper and personality is so good that you will not suffer any loss," Zhang Dabao answered the elder sister's question with a smile.

"Seventh uncle is right." Jia Dongxu finished his meal, put down his bowl and left.

"You can eat here too. Second sister has cooked a lot." Zhang Dabao stopped Zhang Cuihua when he saw her about to leave.

"You make a lot, so I'll have a bowl. Rice porridge tastes good, but corn grits are hard to swallow." Zhang Cuihua was not polite.

After breakfast, everyone went to work or school. Zhang Dabao also rode his bicycle out. He and Qin Huairu had a date in Chunfeng Hutong today.

Now the weather is getting warmer, the winter coat has been taken off, and the willow trees by the river have started to turn green. Zhang Zaibiao suddenly wants to record the image of Beijing in 1960. Do I have a camera ticket? I searched in my space, but I don't have one. How much industrial roll do I need? I don't know. I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative in the afternoon to check.

When Qin Huairu came, Zhang Dabao remembered an ancient poem: When the spring breeze and jade dew meet, they are better than countless other people.

Qin Huairu is really a beauty. In one word, she is smooth. She is so smooth that you can't stop wanting her.

"Is Dongxu's illness not cured yet?" Zhang Dabao asked when he saw Qin Huairu acting so crazy.

"It seems that he can't be cured. He doesn't care about it. It doesn't matter whether he is well or not," Qin Huairu said.

"It seems that your requirements are quite high." Zhang Dabao patted her butt.

"Hey" Qin Huairu didn't say anything.

"I have to go. I have to go to various courtyards to investigate the floating population these two days. I have some free time. I will tell you in advance when I have time." Qin Huairu rested for a while, put on her clothes and left.

Zhang Dabao thought about it for a while, then went out of the yard and ran straight to the supply and marketing cooperative. Unexpectedly, the supply and marketing cooperative did not have any cameras. The staff told him that only the Beijing Department Store had one. He had no choice but to run to the department store again.

There are many more people in the department store than in the supply and marketing cooperative, and the goods inside are more complete, including bicycles, radios, electric fans, sewing machines, and cameras.

"Comrade, can I see the Seagull camera?" Zhang Dabao squeezed in front of the counter.

"Okay, this camera costs 225 yuan, and it includes ten industrial films." The staff member was not very enthusiastic, but he was not indifferent either.

"I have the money and the industrial rolls, but I can't bring the film?" Zhang Dabao took a look and put the camera on the counter.

"No, the film is two yuan each, 0.2 industrial roll." The staff patiently answered his question.

"Give me one machine and ten rolls of film. Do we have someone who can develop photos here?" Zhang Dabao took out some money.

"We don't develop photos here, the photo studios do that. Here's the ticket, go over there to pay and bring the stamped receipt here. I'll pack up the camera and film now." The staff member issued the ticket quickly.

After paying, stamping and picking up items, Zhang Dabao now owns a Seagull camera.

After leaving the department store, Zhang Dabao wondered whether he should check in here, develop the photos, and take them out to look at them when he was older.

Zhang Dabao took out his camera and gestured for a while, then thought that this was from the 60s and it was not the point-and-shoot cameras of later generations. He didn't know how to adjust the focus and didn't even know which button to press. Zhang Dabao had no choice but to squat down beside the department store, find the instruction manual and start reading it.

"Comrade, is this your Seagull camera?" a young woman dressed fashionably came over and asked.

"Yes, I just bought it. I don't know how to use it yet. I'm reading the instructions." Zhang Dabao answered the woman's question without looking up.

"I know how to use it and I can teach you, but there is a condition. You take a picture for me and I will pay for the film and developing the photos," the woman spoke again.

"Okay, money doesn't matter, come on." Zhang Dabao stood up and handed the camera to the woman.

"Oh my god!" Zhang Dabao was surprised when he saw the woman's face. He must have seen it before. Isn't this Sister Li?

"What's wrong with you?" the woman who looked like Sister Li asked again.

"It's okay, I felt like I had seen you there," said Zhang Dabao.

"Really? I'm a teacher at Hongxing Primary School. My name is Wenli. Do you have children attending school?" The woman had a cheerful personality.

"Wenli, isn't this Brother Zhi's woman? It is indeed her," Zhang Dabao thought to himself.

"Yes, I've seen you in school. My neighbor Yan Bugui is also a teacher in this school," said Zhang Dabao.

"Teacher Yan is an old teacher. He is a very good teacher, but he is very economical," Wen Li said to Zhang Dabao with a smile.

"Is that how he saves money? Don't you know that he has a nickname called Lao Kou?" Having a common topic, the two started chatting.