Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Today, last Thursday, the weather was clear and sunny.

One can never get enough sleep in spring. Zhang Dabao had nothing else to do, so of course he slept until he woke up naturally. When he got up, it was already eleven in the morning. He had breakfast and lunch together and ate something casually. Zhang Dabao thought that he had made an appointment with the Yan family to help him turn the soil on Sunday, but he had not yet got up, so he rode his bicycle to the supply and marketing cooperative, where there were tools, including shovels, hoes, rakes and so on. Zhang Dabao bought one of each and then went to the place where seeds were sold and bought some cucumber, pepper and eggplant seeds.

After leaving the supply and marketing cooperative, he remembered that sweet potatoes do not have seeds, but seedlings. He had sweet potatoes cultivated in his own space, which would be perfect for making seeds. The prerequisite was that there must be a warm kang, and it would be best to use plastic sheeting. If there was no plastic sheeting, glass would have to be used. It would be inconvenient to drink alcohol every day. The supply and marketing cooperative did not sell plastic sheeting, so Zhang Dabao thought of going to the department store to have a look.

Halfway through the journey, all the tools were put away in the space, and they arrived at the department store. There was indeed plastic sheeting, but to buy this kind of thing one had to have a letter of certification from one's unit. Zhang Dabao had no choice but to go to the steel rolling mill.

After a whole afternoon, when the bicycle chain was about to spark, Zhang Dabao arrived at the steel rolling mill. The section chief gave him a letter of certification. He had finally arrived at the unit and could not leave immediately, so he sat down at his desk and chatted with his colleagues.

"Chief, doesn't our department have a car?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"The factory has a fleet of cars, the security department also has cars, and other departments don't have cars," replied the section chief.

"What should we do when we go to the countryside? Can we bring back large quantities of goods?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Any bulk cargo? I can go to the fleet and ask for a vehicle." The section chief became interested.

"Not now, but I want to go to the countryside in a few days. If I don't have a car, a motorcycle will do. I can modify it and add a cargo bed at the back, and I can carry a lot of goods," Zhang Dabao asked again.

"Except bicycles, we don't have any other cars. Speaking of motorcycles, there is a motorcycle in our factory warehouse, but it's broken down inside. It's such a pity," said the section chief.

"I can repair motorcycles. Can I drive it after I finish repairing it?" Zhang Dabao also became interested and insisted that the section chief go with him to take a look.

"Chief, this can't be the one, it's owned by the Japanese, how many years has it been?" Zhang Dabao was dumbfounded when he saw the antique.

"It's only been around for twenty years. It was captured in 40. It was still drivable when the country was just liberated, but it broke down later on because it couldn't be repaired." The section chief's words made Zhang Dabao's heart drop.

"It's too old. It looks like it will take a lot of work to revive it. Can I take it away? Or I'll buy it. You know I still have some money," Zhang Dabao said to the section chief.

"Let's go and ask the leader for instructions." The two came to Li Huaide's office again. Li Huaide went to ask Yang Weihua for instructions. Finally, Zhang Dabao paid one hundred yuan and asked the factory to send someone to deliver the undriveable motorcycle to the courtyard at No. 10 Hufeng Hutong.

After the people from the factory left, Zhang Dabao started to dismantle cars in the south room. Time passed quickly when he was working. When it got dark, Zhang Dabao closed the door, went home to rest, and would continue working tomorrow.

I tied the tools to the back seat and rode very fast back to Yard No. 95.

There are more people in the yard today, big and small, almost all of them are in the front yard.

"Teacher Yan, are we going to have another meeting?" Zhang Dabao looked around and saw that there were at least a hundred people present.

"No meeting, something went wrong with Da Biao," Yan Bugui said in a low voice.

"What happened? Was there a thief in the yard?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"No, it's worse than thieves. We have spies in our hospital," Yan Bugui said in a low voice.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Director Wang said last time that it's impossible for Yi Zhonghai to be here. Those are all rumors." Zhang Dabao just laughed.

"Who said it was Yi Zhonghai? It was the deaf old lady next door to you in the backyard. She has guns and radios at home. The evidence is conclusive." Yan Bugui's words made Zhang Dabao happy. It seemed that his letter had paid off.

Wang Xiuqin received a letter this morning. When she read the letter, she was shocked. It was a serious matter. When she arrived at the district government, Zhang Weihua from the police station also came to the district public security bureau. District leader Liu called Director Wang and told him about the matter. Director Wang and Zhang Weihua came to Leader Liu's office.

"Hucheng, do you think this is true?" Leader Liu asked Director Wang.

"Leader, no matter whether it is true or not, we must investigate. I personally think it is true. Our search intensity has been particularly strong in the past few days. The living space of those who have been exposed is getting smaller and smaller. Our country is also stronger, and their confidence has been shaken. Besides, it is impossible for a normal person to write such content," Director Wang expressed his opinion.

"I've heard of this place called Tianshui Hutong. Go and make arrangements. Check it out thoroughly. The higher-ups take the issue of machine guns very seriously. Hucheng, the guns must be found. See if they have other teams. We are in a critical period of construction and these people can be very harmful," Leader Liu stated his request.

Director Wang returned to the bureau and immediately made arrangements. At 3:30 p.m., all those entering and leaving the small black market were arrested.

After rounds of screening, it was found that there was only one old lady who came every day, and that was the deaf old lady in Yard 95. Her suspicion increased rapidly. Director Wang arranged for Zhang Weihua to search the deaf old lady's house. As a result, a pistol, a radio and two gold bars were found in the utility room.

"Is it really her?" Director Wang was a little bit unbelieving. An ordinary old lady turned out to be the fox that everyone had been looking for for nearly ten years. It was too unbelievable.

"Director, it only proves that the enemy is hiding too deeply. If it weren't for this letter, we wouldn't suspect her, let alone suspect that she is the fox. The key issue now is how to find the machine gun and whether she has any subordinates," said Zhang Weihua.

"Yes, the enemy is hiding among the masses, who could have imagined it? Send someone to conduct a deeper search of her home to see if there is anything found. I'm going to meet this fox." Director Wang divided his troops into two groups. One group, led by Zhang Weihua, went to Yard 95. When the police arrived this time, they dug three feet into the ground and made a new discovery in the kang hole of her home. There was a box of gold and silver jewelry, but no weapons, letters or the like were found.

Director Wang encountered problems during the interrogation. The deaf old lady refused to admit that the things were hers, saying that she was framed and that she was just an ordinary five-guarantee household.

After Zhang Weihua came back, the interrogation still made no progress. "Weihua, have you found anything?" Director Wang asked.

"We found a large amount of gold and silver jewelry, conservatively estimated at more than 2 yuan. It seems that this is their funding," said Zhang Weihua.

"Now that the evidence is irrefutable, she still dares to deny it. We need to use some tricks." Director Wang was furious when he saw the full box of jewelry. How could an ordinary old lady have such things? This is fooling fools.