Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Thinking about his child's education, Jia Dongxu did not get a good rest. He wanted to ask his seventh uncle Zhang Dabao tomorrow because he was a well-read, knowledgeable and sensible person.

Jia Dongxu got up early in the morning and came to Zhang Dabao's room and sat outside. Zhang Dabao hadn't gotten up yet, but he heard the voice, "Who is it? So early?"

"It's me, Uncle Seven. I have something to ask you," said Jia Dongxu.

"Dongxu, look at the watch, it's just past six o'clock. Why did you make your mother angry so early in the morning?" Zhang Dabao was a little angry, but his nephew had something to do, so he put on his clothes and came out.

"How could I dare to provoke her? Now she starts scolding me and hitting me. Even if I run fast, it's not enough. I have to let her seven brothers beat me up," Jia Dongxu said with a wry smile.

"Your mother may be in menopause. Her temper is particularly bad. It will be fine in two or three years," Zhang Dabao comforted Jia Dongxu.

"What is menopause? Will it last two or three years? Who can bear it? Or should I hide away?" Jia Dongxu was scared.

"Why are you hiding? Don't you have something to do? What is it?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Seventh uncle, my mother doesn't let me take care of the child. Now Banggeng is not afraid of me. If he grows up, I will have no way to control him," said Jia Dongxu.

"What do you want to do with him? What mistake did he make?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"He looked down on me and despised me because I was a first-class worker," said Jia Dongxu.

"I look down on you. Do you think it's an honor for you to be a first-level worker for almost seven years? You are the long-term record holder for first-level workers at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. If you have a little sense of shame, you should study hard and upgrade quickly. If you become a second-level worker or a third-level worker, will Banggeng still laugh at you? As a father, you should set an example for your children, instead of beating them without asking any questions like Liu Haizhong did," said Zhang Dabao.

"That's right. I became a second-level worker. If he said something like this again, do you think I would beat him up?" Jia Dongxu figured it out and the smile appeared on his face again.

"You are really sick, asking this so early in the morning. Today is Saturday. Go to the snack bar and buy some buns. Bring two for your mother and the others. Also, make a pot of soy milk," Zhang Dabao took the money and the thermos and gave them to Jia Dongxu, then sent him out.

After Jia Dongxu walked out of the door, he actually skipped away, just like a child.

Zhang Dabao thought that Jia Dongxu must have had a happy childhood, which made him develop an optimistic character, because a happy childhood can heal a lifetime of misfortune, while an unhappy childhood requires a lifetime to heal.

Zhang Cuihua had a very happy childhood. Her grandparents and father spoiled her until she was fifteen years old. So no matter how much pain she faced, she adjusted quickly because people always look forward.

His own childhood was not very happy, and Zhang Dabao in this life was even less happy. His mother died when he was three years old. Children from single-parent families cannot be happy.

The second sister got up to cook, but Zhang Dabao stopped her and said that Jia Dongxu had gone out to buy buns and would be back soon. The second sister just smiled and said nothing.

Twenty big buns were heavy in Jia Dongxu's hand, and he held a thermos in his other hand. He went to his home first and said, "Mom, bring out a bowl. My seventh uncle asked me to buy buns and soy milk."

After counting out six buns and pouring a bowl of soy milk, Jia Dongxu went to the backyard to put down the buns and soy milk and ran back to his home in the middle courtyard.

"Dongxu is a bit like a child," said second sister Zhang Lianhua.

"So he is very happy. His personality is a bit like my elder sister, but Dongxu is reasonable," Zhang Dabia said with a smile.

After hearing what Zhang Dabao said, Zhang Lianhua laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back. "If my elder sister heard this, she would definitely eat two more buns."

"Eat it. Can't I control her eating buns?" Zhang Dabao couldn't help laughing. The two of them had not been in the city for a long time, but the eldest sister Zhang Cuihua had done many glorious deeds, at least hundreds of them.

When Jia Dongxu returned home, his mother and son had already gotten up, and Qin Huairu had prepared porridge.

"Dongxu, you got up so early today just to ask Dabiao to buy you some buns?" Zhang Cuihua asked her son a little unhappily.

"How is that possible? I had something to discuss with my seventh uncle. He asked me to buy it because he wanted to eat it. How could I have the nerve to tell him that I wanted to eat it? I'm not a child anymore. Even if I told him, he might not buy it," Jia Dongxu explained.

"After eating, go to work. You and Huairu can share one. Eat two banggengs and I'll just have one," said Zhang Cuihua.

"Goodbye, I'll just eat one. Why are there no meat buns now? The meat buns in the snack bar are so delicious. One bite makes your mouth full of oil. I miss them so much." After Jia Dongxu finished eating the vegetarian buns, he started to think about the meat buns again.

"Get out of here now. It's already so late. Don't you see that the pillars are out?" Zhang Cuihua cursed when she saw Jia Dongxu was still dawdling.

Jia Dongxu went out with He Yuzhu, Zhang Lianhua came out with Jingshu and walked with Banggeng.

After finishing his breakfast, Zhang Dabao had nothing to do, so he wanted to go back to his room to take a nap. However, he could not fall asleep no matter how he lay down, so he went out, rode his tricycle, and went to the suburbs.

When we arrived in the suburbs, the scenery was better than in the previous few days. The grass looked green at a distance but not up close. The weather was also a little warmer. Zhang Dabao had put a lot of things in the tricycle. After all, he was a purchasing staff. There were bedding and spare clothes on the passenger seat. The tailgate of the car was stood up, and a kettle, a small iron pot, a spare oil bottle, a small shovel, a rope and a long knife were hung on it. This way, when he went to the countryside to purchase, he could bring some food and live in the car.

After spending the morning in the suburbs, I practiced my Tianyi Heart Sutra and felt that my realm was loosening. Could it be that I couldn't practice in the city? Must I practice in the suburbs or in the mountains? Zhang Dabiao wondered if he should go to the countryside. It would not be appropriate not to go to the factory all the time. Next week, he would go to the factory and apply to go to the countryside. While purchasing, he would practice in the mountains. At that time, he made the most progress when he lived in the cemetery hut in Zhangjia Village. It was there that he reached the first level of Qi Refining.

At noon, I came to the courtyard of Ma Si Hutong, ate something casually in the space, rested for the whole afternoon, and woke up at almost five o'clock.

Back at Yard No. 95, Zhang Dabao saw Yi Zhonghai at the gate. He hadn't seen him for a few days and felt that Yi Zhonghai had aged a lot. It seemed that the incident with the deaf old lady had dealt him a heavy blow. What was their relationship? Zhang Dabao still couldn't figure it out.

Yi Zhonghai also saw Zhang Dabao coming in, took a look at him, and turned his head away, but the resentment in his eyes was seen by Zhang Dabao. It seemed that Yi Zhonghai must have thought of something and felt that the deaf old lady's accident was related to Zhang Dabao. After all, the two of them discussed how to deal with Zhang Dabao in the evening, and the deaf old lady got into trouble the next day. It was too coincidental.

Sometimes people's intuition is very accurate. If you feel that someone doesn't like you, then please believe your feeling, that person definitely doesn't like you. If you feel that this person is related to this matter, then there is a high probability that this person is related to this matter, even if you have no evidence.

Zhang Dabao felt even worse about Yi Zhonghai as his own crow was still spying on him.