Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

Jia Dongxu came to the backyard. Zhang Cuihua had already come with Banggeng and Xiaodang, and Zhang Lianhua had already prepared porridge.

"Eat, and then do whatever you need to do after dinner. Dongxu, you should drink less alcohol in the future. Drinking without moderation is a problem, you know?" Zhang Dabao said to Jia Dongxu.

"My father has a lot of problems. He keeps yelling in the early morning and wakes me up," Banggeng said while eating a bun.

"Of course, Dongxu, you should drink less in the future. Your clothes are dirty from vomiting. Let Huairu wash them for you late at night." Zhang Lianhua also joined the ranks of criticizing Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu was not angry. Facing everyone's accusations, he raised his head, smiled, and continued eating buns.

"Look at you, you're so shameless." Zhang Cuihua got angry when she saw her son's indifferent attitude and slapped Jia Dongxu on the back.

"Mom, the buns almost fell. What a waste." Jia Dongxu was hit and turned around and said to Zhang Cuihua with dissatisfaction.

"Okay, sister, don't worry about him. It's almost time. Let Dongxu finish his meal and go to work quickly." Zhang Dabao also laughed out of anger.

Zhang Cuihua glared at Jia Dongxu and bit the bun in her hand hard. Jia Dongxu was frightened so much that he shivered and quickly turned his head away.

After dinner, some people went to work, some went to school, and the yard became quiet again.

After Zhang Dabao cleaned up the table, he returned to the house and looked down. He saw the gifts that Yu Sinian and his son had brought yesterday, four boxes. He didn't see what they were at the time, and he forgot to look at them after drinking in the evening.

When I opened them, I saw that one box contained a radio, another box contained two bottles of malted milk, one box contained wine, and the other two contained snacks. The gifts were quite heavy, and the radio was quite expensive, so I needed a ticket.

I have no interest in the radio, but I am very interested in malted milk. It is a memory of my childhood. I remember when relatives came to my house, my parents would make two cups of it. It tasted fragrant and sweet when I drank it.

Thinking of his parents in the afterlife, Zhang Dabiao felt very sad. He held the malted milk for a long time before he calmed down. He brewed a cup and it was still delicious, but his childhood was gone forever.

Xu Damao ate chicken stewed with medicinal herbs last night. His whole body felt warm and the pain in his body was much less. He felt more and more that Chinese medicine was effective. After discussing with his father Xu Fugui, they decided to secretly inquire where there were good Chinese medicine practitioners.

He Yuzhu didn't fall asleep last night. A young man in his twenties taking supplements, isn't that just looking for trouble? He Yuzhu's nose started bleeding when he got home and didn't sleep. He finally stopped the nosebleed, but the rest of his body couldn't stand it either. He took a cold shower and fell asleep at dawn. Then he was awakened by Jia Dongxu's two screams.

"Dongxu, what happened so early in the morning?" Yi Zhonghai asked his apprentice while at work.

"I thought of something happy," Jia Dongxu said, wondering how to share this with his master.

"You are sick. You are yelling so loudly in the morning. If Aunt Jia hits you again next time, I will definitely not stop you," said He Yuzhu.

"Shazhu, from what you said, it seems like you have helped me before? When my mother beat me, you just stood aside and watched without saying a word. How can I count on you? Your eyes are dark, did you not sleep well?" Jia Dongxu thought of something.

The "lunatic" He Yuzhu blushed when someone found out that he had a problem. Fortunately, his face was dark so Jia Dongxu didn't notice anything unusual.

The three of them talked and laughed as they entered the steel rolling mill. "Dongxu will have the upgrade exam next week, so don't do anything else for now. You should practice more. I feel you can almost reach the second level," Yi Zhonghai said to Jia Dongxu when they arrived at the workshop.

"Don't worry, Master. I'm sure I can do it this time." Jia Dongxu has made great progress after practicing for a while. Now, he feels that reaching level two is as easy as Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts - a piece of cake.

Zhang Dabiao didn't sleep long last night, but his sleep quality was good. After breakfast, he had nothing to do, so he wanted to go out for a walk. He rode his motorcycle around the city. There were not many pedestrians on the road, most of them looked pale, and the scenery outside the city was average. It felt boring, so he turned back and somehow arrived at Masi Hutong. He saw that the lock on the door was gone. Could it be that Wenli was inside?

Zhang Dabao knocked on the door, but no one answered. He pushed it but it didn't open either, as it was bolted from the inside.

After checking that there was no one around, Zhang Dabao parked his motorcycle aside, then jumped into the yard. The door of the north room was open, so Zhang Dabao walked in directly and found Wen Li lying on the bed with a red face. He touched her forehead and found that she had a fever.

"Sister Wen, Sister Wen," Zhang Dabao called out twice. Wen Li looked very ill and didn't say anything.

Zhang Dabao wanted to reduce the fever first, so he found two tablets of ibuprofen from the space and gave them to Wen Li to eat. Then he took out a bowl of millet porridge, thinking that she would definitely be hungry after the fever went down, so he prepared it in advance.

She went to the kitchen to boil some water, but the water wasn't boiling yet. Wen Li struggled to sit up.

"Sister Wen, what's going on? You have such a high fever why don't you go to the hospital to get some medicine?" Zhang Dabao quickly ran over and supported her.

"Da Biao, what time is it?" Wen Li did not answer but asked the time.

"It's past nine o'clock. How long have you slept?" Zhang Dabao asked again.

"I came here yesterday at noon. I felt uncomfortable and wanted to lie down for a while. I didn't expect to lie down for almost an hour." Wen Li smiled bitterly.

"Drink some millet porridge. The temperature is just right now. You've been hungry for so long. It's good for your health to drink something first." Zhang Dabao helped Wen Li sit up and brought the millet porridge over.

Wenli was really hungry. After finishing a bowl of millet, she felt much better.

"Da Biao, help me go to the toilet." I had been lying down for almost a day and a night. After waking up, all the organs of my body started working.

Zhang Dabao helped her to the bathroom. There was no toilet there, so when she urinated, Zhang Dabao had to support her. He helped her up, pulled up her pants, and helped her to the bed.

Wen Li felt particularly shy at this moment, and her face, which had already turned pale, turned red again.

"Sister Wen, do you have a fever again?" Zhang Dabao also noticed Wen Li's changes. He touched her forehead with his hand, but found nothing. Then he touched her forehead with his face, but still found nothing.

"Da Biao, the water is boiling." Wen Li became even more shy, but she heard the sound of steam pushing the lid of the pot and reminded Zhang Da Biao.

"Wash your face?" Zhang Dabao poured boiling water into the thermos. There was still some water left, so he added some cold water and helped Wen Li up.

I washed Wenli's face, wiped it, made her lie down, and covered her with a quilt.

"Let's make some noodles. You might still be sneezing after a while. Eat something. I'll take you to the hospital to see a doctor." Zhang Dabao said and went out again.

At this time, tears were streaming down Wenli's face.