Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

I haven't seen my second sister Lianhua for five years. I thought she would come back to her parents' home to see me during the Spring Festival, but I didn't expect such a thing to happen to her family. Zhang Lianhua is now helpless. She is only 25 or 26 years old, has only one daughter, and her husband Jia Youxing is dead.

"Brother, Da Biao" Lianhua couldn't help crying when she saw her relatives.

"Second sister, they bullied you." Zhang Dabao saw a slap mark on his second sister's face.

"My grandma beat my mother," the little niece said to Zhang Dabao. It seemed that she hated her grandma to the extreme.

"Which hand did you hit?" Zhang Dabao asked Zhang Lianhua's mother-in-law. Zhang Dabao knew Lianhua's mother-in-law. She had met Jia Youxing when she was engaged.

"You little bastard, you..." A man came over and pointed at Zhang Dabao and started cursing.

"Pa" the crutch hit the man's head directly, blood flowed down, and the man fell down directly. Zhang Dabao ignored him and didn't look at him. Instead, he continued to ask Zhang Lianhua's mother-in-law, "Which hand hit my sister?" The voice was not loud, but Zhang Lianhua's mother-in-law was scared. She turned her head and looked at an old man, "Seventh brother, don't you care? This is still our family, and you just watch the Zhang family bully me?"

"Da Biao, right? Look?" The man called Seventh Brother walked up to Zhang Da Biao.

"It's your business too? You took part in it too?" Zhang Dabao asked Lao Du while looking at him.

"How could I do that? Wife Youxing is my junior. What I meant was..." The old man wanted to explain something, but Zhang Dabao stopped him directly.

"Don't say what you mean. If you are willing to help him, come here. If you don't want to, go away. You are not young anymore. Can't you live two more days?" Zhang Dabao's words were very impolite. After he finished speaking, he ignored him and turned to look at Zhang Lianhua's mother-in-law.

"I'll ask you one last time, which hand hit my sister?" Zhang Dabao's voice became louder.

"Zhang Dabao, you dare to hit my brother?" A man outside ran in with a wooden stick.

Zhang Dabao swept the crutch in his hand and hit the man's mouth. The violent blow made his mouth full of blood. He lowered his head and spat out two teeth. At this time, Zhang Dabao's second crutch came again and hit the man's calf. After being hit, the man rolled on the ground, still wailing.

Zhang Dabao swung the crutch in his hand again and hit Zhang Lianhua's mother-in-law this time. He hit her right arm once, and then the second and third times. Zhang Lianhua's mother-in-law was knocked to the ground. She kept rolling back and forth on the ground, trying to avoid Zhang Dabao's blows, but it was no use. Her right hand was broken and her voice was hoarse.

"Dabao, stop it. She is Jingshu's grandmother after all." Zhang Lianhua was afraid that something might happen if the fight continued, so she came over to stop Zhang Dabao.

When Zhang Dabiao heard what his second sister said, he put away his walking stick and asked the old man, "Uncle Qi, how did you deal with my brother-in-law's funeral?"

"Dabao, Youxing fell to his death, so just bury him. He didn't have a son, so his mother wanted Youyang's Dong to be a filial son," Uncle Qi explained to Zhang Dabao.

"Did she beat my sister because of this?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"No, Dong Neng is a filial son, which means he is Youxing's son, and he also has a share of the things in the house," Uncle Qi said when he looked up at Zhang Dabao.

"So what? It seems like you mean Jingshu has nothing?" Zhang Dabao saw the crux of the problem.

"Your sister is also young..." Uncle Seventh explained hesitantly.

"A bunch of people are ignorant of the law. Uncle Qi, let me tell you that Jia Youxing's things are not his own. They belong to him and Zhang Lianhua. When Jia Youxing died, Zhang Lianhua automatically got half, and Jia Youxing's half was divided among Zhang Lianhua, Jia Jingshu and his mother. As for your filial piety, you are not a filial son at all. This is the national law," said Zhang Dabao with a contemptuous smile.

"What a bullshit law! We are talking about clan rules," a middle-aged man outside interrupted when he heard this.

"From what you said, you don't recognize the laws of the country. In your Jiajia Village's new society, the laws of the country are useless. What's the use of clan rules? It seems that you miss the old country and want independence." Zhang Dabao pointed at the man and said.

"Shouyong, go to the commune to find Director Liu and tell him that there are people rebelling here. Ask them to bring more people and guns," Zhang Dabao turned around and said to his nephew.

"Okay, Uncle Seventh." After hearing what Zhang Dabao said, Zhang Shouyong turned around and walked towards the commune.

"Da Biao, let the child come back first. Youyang can't speak." Uncle Qi wanted to be a peacemaker.

"Uncle Seventh, do you want to protect the counter-revolutionaries? Or are you in the same group? It seems that you have managed Jiajia Village well. Who is the commander-in-chief? Is it you, Uncle Seventh?" Zhang Dabao asked, staring at his uncle.

"Da Biao, don't say that. There is no problem in Jia Village, let alone any counter-revolutionaries." Uncle Qi was a little anxious.

"No counter-revolutionaries? Who would believe that? In your Jiajia Village, the laws of the new society are not followed and are called bullshit. Uncle Qi, you are really good at telling lies." A scornful smile appeared on Zhang Dabao's face again.

"Youxing's mother, divide the things, follow Dabiao's words." Uncle Qi now understood that Zhang Dabiao had grasped the words. As long as you don't agree with his plan, he will make things bigger. If the title of counter-revolutionary is pinned on Jia Youyang, he may not be able to come back, and the whole village may also be implicated.

"Seventh brother, he broke my arm. Don't even think about giving them my things." Zhang Lianhua's mother-in-law directly rejected Uncle Seven's proposal.

"Okay, Dongxing is dead, and it seems you can't keep Dongyang either. You, the ninth brother's wife, only have two sons, so think it over carefully." There was a threat in Uncle Qi's words.

"Seventh brother, I won't accept this." Zhang Lianhua's mother-in-law finally compromised.

"If you are unwilling, just bear with it. It's your fault for not knowing how to educate your son." After saying this, Uncle Qi returned to Zhang Dabao and others.

There weren't actually many things in Jia Youxing's house, just about 200 kilograms of food, about 30 yuan, two chickens, and some miscellaneous items.

At Guan Zhang Dabao's suggestion, Zhang Lianhua wanted to take her children back to Zhangjia Village. She didn't want the house anymore. She had built two more houses after she got married. She also didn't want the pots and pans anymore. They were all cashed in. So Zhang Lianhua got 200 kilograms of grain, 30 yuan, and two chickens.

After the agreement was written and signed by both parties, Zhang Shouyong, Zhang Shouqian, Zhang Dalin and Zhang Dasen carried food, Zhang Daliu carried two chickens, and Zhang Dabao led his niece, and the group of eight returned to Zhangjia Village.

"Third brother, let second sister go to my house. It's not very convenient at your house. I will go to Beijing after the Spring Festival. I will take second sister and Jingshu with me. I also have three houses there," Zhang Dabao said to the three brothers Zhang Daliu.

"Okay, that's great. Is it convenient to take her to the city? If not, I will go to my fourth uncle and ask them to move their household registration back. They can work in our village and we brothers will take care of them, so they won't starve," said Zhang Daliu.

"It's convenient. Shouyong, please go faster. There is a chicken in the pot in my room. You can go back and put it on the stove first. After we go back, we can make a few more dishes and we can eat it directly." Zhang Dabao turned around and said to his nephew.

"Uncle Qi, are there really chickens?" Zhang Shouyong is only seventeen years old this year, and it is the age when he enjoys eating.

"There really is one in your seventh uncle's room. I smelled it when I went to call him," Zhang Dasen said to his nephew.

"Then I have to leave quickly. Do you want to go with me?" Zhang Shouyong asked his brother.

A fifteen-year-old child is naturally more greedy and runs faster, and the two of them walked away quickly.