Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"You said that bastard, you didn't let him go into the water, now he spent more than ten yuan." Although Zhang Cuihua kept the money, she still felt heartbroken because her brother gave the money to the hospital.

"Don't say that. Do you know what would happen if Dongxu didn't go to the factory instead of being hospitalized?" Zhang Dabao asked Zhang Cuihua.

"What? Maybe he can pass the second level." Zhang Cuihua glared at Jia Dongda.

"Dongxu is 46, right?" Zhang Dabao asked his nephew.

Jia Dongxu nodded.

"Do you know, during the exam that day, Jia Dongxu from No. 46 took a leave and did not take the exam, so Lv Wenming from No. 47 took the exam first. As a result, Lv Wenming was hit in the chest by a flying sword from the next workstation and died on the spot," Zhang Dabao said to Zhang Cuihua and her son.

"Da Biao, is it true?" Zhang Cuihua's face turned pale after hearing this.

"What would have happened if Dongxu hadn't asked for leave? Lao Yi knows this best. When Lao Yi comes back in the evening, you two can go ask him," said Zhang Dabao.

"Seventh Uncle, if I hadn't asked for leave, would I have been hit in the chest?" Jia Dongxu asked.

"Maybe, maybe not. This is the situation, this is the thing. At that time, you should have been taking the exam, not Lu Wenming. But he died, and that was his fate. So, it is said that misfortune may be a blessing in disguise. If we can't pass the second level, then we can't pass it. At least we are still alive and well," Zhang Dabao comforted Zhang Cuihua and her son.

"Da Biao, what does 'stuffing a horse' mean?" Zhang Cuihua didn't understand.

"Dongxu, tell your mother." Zhang Dabao felt a little tired. It was too strenuous to speak and it was of no use.

"Seventh Uncle, I don't know what it means. Is 'Sai' the name of a horse..." Before Jia Dongxu finished speaking, Zhang Dabao opened it.

"It's nothing. I told you not to study hard." Zhang Dabao stood up and hit Jia Dongxu on the back four or five times before he calmed down a little.

"Now the three of us have something to discuss, which is Dongxu's job. I thought about it, if Dongxu was still in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, no matter what position he was in, others would definitely laugh at him for being a perennial first-class worker. Sister, what do you think?" Zhang Dabao asked Zhang Cuihua.

"Seventh Uncle, I'm not afraid of being laughed at," said Jia Dongxu.

"Your mother is so shameless, how can we be shameless too?" Zhang Dabao slapped Jia Dongxu twice again.

"Da Biao is right, Dongxu, you are shameless. Even if you become the factory director, others will definitely say that Jia Dongxu is not even a second-level worker and that he must have become the factory director through connections," said Zhang Cuihua.

"Sister, it's a bit difficult for Dongxu to be the factory director. You'd better educate Banggeng well. He has been smart since he was a child and better than his father. We met Uncle Yu's in-laws in the hospital, the same in-laws of Director Yu who came with my cousin that day. Aunt Lin is a leader in the Dongcheng Post Office, and I want to bring Dongxu over there," Zhang Dabao expressed his thoughts.

"The post office is a great place. It's great to deliver letters on a bicycle." Jia Dongxu stood up happily.

"I think it's okay. It won't cause any trouble to others, right?" Zhang Cuihua asked her brother.

"What's the trouble? My seventh uncle saved his grandson's life and she is a leader. It's nothing..." Jia Dongxu was still nagging and didn't notice that Zhang Cuihua had stood up and put the child on the bed.

"Mom, what are you doing? Why is this happening?" Zhang Cuihua's slaps hit Jia Dongxu's body like a rainstorm. Since they were in the house, Jia Dongxu was sitting inside and it was difficult for him to run, so he was hit many times in a row.

"Are you talking human language? Who taught you that? You don't learn serious things, but do these messes every day." Zhang Cuihua was sweating from the beating.

"Stop hitting this bastard. It's not worth it to tire yourself out by hitting him. If you hurt him, you'll have to spend money on his medical treatment, which is even more not worth it," Zhang Dabao advised. Zhang Cuihua stopped and sat on the stool again.

Jia Dongxu was a little confused. What did Uncle Qi mean by this? It's not worth it to beat me up. Is there anyone who can persuade others like you?

Jia Dang, who was sitting on the bed, thought the adults were playing games and laughed happily. Zhang Dabao picked her up.

"You are not even as good as Xiaodang. She won't make your mother angry," Zhang Dabao said to Jia Dongxu again.

"Da Biao, this bastard has pissed me off to death. Let's invite Leader Lin to dinner and buy some things for him," said Zhang Cuihua.

"Don't worry about this, I'll take care of it. I'm doing this for your sake. I don't want anything to happen to this bastard. Just blame it on Jia Youfu," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"Dongxu and Youfu are so different. Youfu never causes anyone to worry." Zhang Cuihua thought of her late husband and her eyes became moist.

"Go to the post office and work hard. There are no relatives as leaders there. It's up to you whether you do a good job or not. If you don't do well, there's nothing we can do," Zhang Dabao warned Jia Dongxu.

"Seventh Uncle, don't worry, I will do my best." Jia Dongxu also has advantages, that is, he has a good attitude to admit his mistakes and he pats his chest loudly.

"Want to be a postman?" Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu.

"Of course I do. It's so cool to deliver mail on a green bike," Jia Dongxu said happily.

"I will go to the hospital and talk to Aunt Lin tomorrow. By the way, don't you know how to ride a bike?" Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu.

"I don't know how, but I can learn. I can't not even learn how to ride a bicycle, right?" Jia Dongxu said a little arrogantly.

"You can. My bicycle is outside. I'll practice in the yard. Don't tell anyone about this in advance. Don't talk like a cotton trouser waist," Zhang Dabao instructed Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu happily went out to practice riding a bicycle.

Zhang Cuihua looked at Zhang Dabao speechlessly, not knowing what to say.

"Sister, as long as the person is well, it's better than anything else. He is an only son. There are many people who have no future, but Dongxu is not a big deal. It's good to have him by your side to serve you," said Zhang Dabia.

"What about the job at Dongxu factory?" asked Zhang Cuihua.

"I'll ask my cousin this afternoon. He was dealing with an accident yesterday and I didn't see him," said Zhang Dabao.

"Okay, that position in the union is so good, it's a pity," said Zhang Cuihua, standing up.

Zhang Cuihua came out of her brother's room, sat at the door holding her child and watched Jia Dongxu learning to ride a bicycle. Jia Dongxu was shouting and calling the three aunts in the front yard. Together with the second aunt and Xu Damao's mother in the backyard, four or five old ladies watched Jia Dongxu learning to ride a bicycle and gave him some pointers from time to time. Zhang Dabao watched through the window and thought it was interesting.

Zhang Dabao went to the steel mill at two o'clock in the afternoon. This time Li Huaide was in his office.