Siheyuan: Wang Bo's Happy Life

Jia Zhang's whole body was itchy and she was restless, as if she was scratched by a hundred claws. She couldn't control herself and scratched herself madly, wishing she could peel off her own skin!

Seeing that Jia Zhang had scratched herself all over, leaving bloody marks all over her body, Jia Dongxu didn't dare to delay and immediately took Jia Zhang to the hospital.

After a night of trouble, spending a lot of money, and carrying large and small bags of medicine, the two returned to the courtyard.

When Jia Dongxu returned home, the first thing he did was to pick up the two pieces of clothing with a stick and throw them out.

"What are you doing!"

Seeing that her son wanted to throw away her spoils, Jia Zhang, who had just recovered some spirit, immediately refused to do so and grabbed Jia Dongxu and shouted.

"Mom, the doctor said that the old lady has a skin disease, and the clothes she wears are not clean. I have to throw them away to prevent Huairu and Banggeng from being infected."

"You silly boy, it's just a little dirty, just put it in the basin and wash it."

"Mom, you still want to wear that!"

Hearing that Jia Zhang didn't want to throw it away, Jia Dongxu became anxious. He had spent a lot of money that night, and he was heartbroken.

"If I don't wear it, can't I give it to someone else? Can't I just sell it? It's such a waste!"

After she finished speaking, Jia Zhang took a basin and put the clothes in it. She wanted to let Qin Huairu go out to wash, but when she saw that Qin Huairu was pregnant with a big belly, she was also worried that it would affect the baby in her belly, so she had to take the soap and go out to wash herself.

It was early in the morning, before daybreak, and Jia Zhang was washing clothes in the pond in the middle courtyard. She felt bad about the several dollars she had to spend on medical treatment. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and she couldn't help but curse out loud:

"You damn old lady, you made me spend so much money, you should have died long ago!"

Wang Bo is now in the small courtyard. In front of him are oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, pots and pans, as well as a stove and coal briquettes. There are all the tools needed for cooking.

Wang Bo looked at the eggplant being fried in the pot, nodded, and muttered, "It's not burnt this time, and it doesn't look raw either. It should taste good."

Wang Bo picked up a piece with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, tasted it, and quickly spit it out.

"Pah, it's so salty!"

Wang Bo picked up the pot and poured all the eggplants into the fence.

But the thirty-odd chickens and ducks inside all hid far away, and no one came over to take a smell.

Seeing that the dish he cooked didn’t even eat the chicken, Wang Bo couldn’t help but frown. Is cooking so difficult?

There was no other way. Supplies were becoming increasingly scarce, and the few coupons Wang Bo received every month were not enough for him to buy food outside all day. The food coupons, meat coupons, and vegetable coupons on the black market were becoming more and more expensive and less and less, and he was reluctant to exchange more.

Now on the black market, Wang Bo often exchanges grain for meat. Fortunately, he discovered that meat and vegetables would not deteriorate if they were placed in the space courtyard, so he stored the meat he exchanged together.

If he came across live chickens or ducks for sale, Wang Bo would buy them or exchange them for food, and then raise them in the small courtyard.

He thought that supplies would become increasingly scarce in the next few years. If one day meat was no longer available on the black market, at least the supplies he had stored would be enough to last for a while.

When he came to his senses, he looked at the mess in front of him. He had wasted a lot of seasonings during this period. Wang Bo couldn't help but sigh.

"Alas, I will have to exchange more oil, salt, sauce and vinegar on the black market in the future."

The biting north wind blew away the few remaining fallen leaves on the trees. The entire ground was covered with a thick layer of white snow, frozen solid. It was another difficult winter.

In Director Zhou's office, Wang Bo took the tea leaves on Old Zhou's tea table and smelled them. He didn't know much about tea, but he thought the smell was okay. He then put the tea box into his cotton coat pocket. Anyway, Old Zhou didn't need that.

It's so cold, it's boring to just drink boiled water. You can add some flavor by brewing some tea leaves.

"I say, Lao Zhou, you are so old, why don't you learn your lesson? This is the nth time, and you still come here?"

Wang Bo said this to Director Zhou, who was lying on the ground gasping for breath. Ever since Wang Bo defeated him once before taking up the post, the old man had never accepted the defeat and would ask Wang Bo to fight him every ten days or half a month.

Based on the principle of being here now, every time Wang Bo knocked Director Zhou to the ground, he would take something from his desk.

Again, as the director of the security department, how could he lack this kind of thing?

Director Zhou, who finally caught his breath, said in a muffled voice: "You kid, you are really ruthless. I will have to wait for another ten days or half a month."

"Hey, you're old now, don't refuse to admit it. You should raise a peacock at your age, and quit smoking, drinking, sugar and tea. Just give them to us young people."

"I don't believe it anymore!"

Director Zhou got up from the ground and said, "I can knock down other people in just a few moves, but I've never won against you. Come back later!"

"Okay," Wang Bo shook his head helplessly, "but put something good on the table next time. You only have cigarettes and tea here, and I don't smoke, so you might as well just put some food coupons and meat coupons."

Director Zhou was so angry at Wang Bo's shameless look that he laughed, "Do you think I'm Old Yang, who has everything I want? Besides, you're the only one in your family, how can you go hungry?"

After hearing what Director Zhou said, Wang Bo complained, "Old Zhou, you are a big director, and people serve you delicious food and drinks wherever you go. I am just a young man, and no one cooks for me. I have to go out to buy food every morning and evening, and there are not enough tickets for anything."

"Then you should find someone to marry."

Lao Zhou joked.

Wang Bo looked at him like a fool, "I'm only eighteen, you want me to eat peanuts?"

What Wang Bo didn’t say is that marriage is the grave of love and the shackles of freedom. I still want to live freely for a few more years.

"Old Zhou, look at what our comrades on guard duty eat in the cafeteria every day. What do you think about us starting a firefight?"

Hearing what Wang Bo said, Director Zhou was stunned, "You mean we should build a small cafeteria for the Security Department?"

"Yes," Wang Bo raised his voice, "It doesn't take much effort. Just cook according to the number of people we have. We still pay the bills and tickets, and we don't have to eat leftovers. How great is that."

Director Zhou did not agree directly. He pondered for a moment and whispered, "I will discuss it with the section chiefs."

After coming out of Lao Zhou's office, it was time for lunch. Wang Bo took his lunch box to the cafeteria and saw Sha Zhu with a sullen face serving food to his fellow workers.

"Hey, isn't this our Chef He? He finally showed up!"

Hearing Wang Bo's ridicule, the workers queuing for food laughed out loud on the spot.

Sha Zhu's already gloomy face became even uglier.

"Wang Bo, just eat, why are you talking so much?"

"It's been a while since we last met. Everyone is waiting for you. Look, everyone is happy when you show up."

"Are you going to eat or not? If not, get out now!"

"Eat, why not? If I don't want to eat, why would I come to the cafeteria? Let's have some boiled cabbage."

Wang Bo put the lunch box on the window and watched Sha Zhu scoop a large spoonful of vegetables. Then, in front of him, he shook the spoon a little bit, shaking the large spoonful of vegetables into a small half spoonful before putting it into the lunch box. The vegetables just covered the bottom of the box.

Wang Bo couldn't help laughing when he saw Sha Zhu looking at him provocatively after shaking the spoon. "Sha Zhu, you said that this is not enough for me. I heard that Yu Shui can cook. How about asking her to come to my place every day to cook for me?"

Hearing Wang Bo say this, Sha Zhu's face became even darker. His sister had promised him well last time, but she still often went to Wang Bo's place to help with cleaning. It was probably convenient for her to cook.

Wang Bo watched Sha Zhu fill his spoonful with soup again, then he said proudly, "It would have been better if we had done this earlier."