Siheyuan: I am the seventh uncle of Banggen

Chapter 278 Arriving at Yanjia Village

Zhang Dabiao thought that this was in the village, and most of the villagers called each other by their childhood nicknames. When asked about their scientific names, more than 80% of them didn't know. Because no matter how old a person is, everyone calls him by his childhood nickname. For example, when this person is called Suozi, everyone called him Suozi, Little Suozi. When he grows up, those younger than him call him Brother Suozi, and those one generation younger than him call him Uncle Suozi or Uncle Suozi. When he is old, those two generations younger than him call him Grandpa Suozi. As for what Suozi's scientific name is, there may not be many people who know it until he dies, unlike now when only a few relatives know his childhood nickname.

Sometimes during the Chinese New Year, when I have dinner with my brothers and sisters, my younger brother would say that what he hopes most now is that someone would call him by his nickname, because fewer and fewer people know this name. Yes, I only go back to the village a few times a year, and every time I go back, I sigh.

"Who among you knows where the brigade headquarters is? Take me there and I'll reward you with two candies." Zhang Dabao thought of the brigade headquarters. The people there must know who Yan Jingda is.

"I know"

“I know that too.”

"I know it better, my home is next to the village office," the three children said.

"You all know the best. I'll reward each of you with a piece of candy first. When we get to the village office, I'll give each of you another piece, okay?" Zhang Dabao took out some fruit candy.

The three children nodded, and Zhang Dabao gave each of them a piece of candy. The three children put the candy in their mouths and happily led the way, taking Zhang Dabao to a house. Zhang Dabao saw the sign on the door, which read Yanjia Village Branch Committee.

He gave each of the three children a piece of candy, and the three children skipped away happily, while Zhang Dabao entered the village office.

"Young man, who are you looking for?" A middle-aged man in his forties from the brigade headquarters stood up after seeing Zhang Dabao.

"Uncle, I'm looking for Yan Jingda and Yan Jingkuan," Zhang Dabao said the names of Yan Jingkai's two younger brothers.

"Young man, what's your name? Where are you from? Are you their relative?" the middle-aged man asked Zhang Dabao again.

"Uncle, my name is Yan Ming. I'm from Beijing and I'm their relative," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"Your surname is also Yan. Do you know Yan Jingkai?" the middle-aged man stood up and asked carefully.

"Of course I know him. He was the one who asked me to come," Zhang Dabao explained.

"Are you his son or grandson?" The middle-aged man was a little excited.

“I am his grandson…” Before Zhang Dabao could finish his words, the middle-aged man ran over and grabbed his hand.

"Yan Ming, you are my eldest brother's grandson. I am Yan Jingfeng, the fifth child, from your third great-grandfather's family. Has he ever mentioned me? I thought my eldest brother had passed away long ago, but I didn't expect he is still alive. Why haven't you sent me a letter in all these years?" The middle-aged man said as he hugged Zhang Dabao and burst into tears.

Zhang Dabao originally wanted to ask for directions, but unexpectedly he met Yan Jingkai's cousin, a young grandfather. What could he say at this time? He could only listen to Yan Jingkai talking about how much he missed his elder brother over the years.

"Fifth Grandpa, my grandpa is engaged in confidentiality work and cannot contact his family. He couldn't do it before and he can't do it now. Now that he is old, he misses home very much, so he wants me to come back to see him," Zhang Dabao explained to Yan Jingkuan.

"Xiao Ming, how old are you this year?" Yan Jingfeng discovered the problem. The age of his eldest brother's adopted grandson was not right. His eldest brother Yan Jingkai left home in 1937. The child looked to be at least twenty years old. He was almost a son, but if he was a grandson, he was a bit too young.

"Fifth Grandpa, I was adopted by my grandfather. He is still alone now. The main purpose of my coming back this time is to pay homage to the ancestral grave and take a few photos of him and take them back. I will also take photos of all of you so that he can see the current situation of his family," Zhang Dabao explained.

"I was wondering, is that so? Your age is wrong. Eldest brother passed away in 1937, and Xiaoyong had died long ago. If Xiaoyong were still alive, the child he had would have been about your age." Yan Jingkuan burst into tears again when he talked about his nephew who passed away young.

"Third uncle, don't be sad, I brought some food with me, and it's still in my car, which is parked on the road at the foot of the mountain. Who else is there at Second uncle and Third uncle's house? Let's get the food up together." Zhang Dabia has been a soldier for many years and is accustomed to the separation of life and death, but every time a comrade-in-arms died, he could not let it go for a long time.

"Is there food? I'll go call someone. Xiao Ming, you go and watch over the car. The harvest this year is not good, and everyone is trying hard to find food. If you leave it in the car and others see it, it will be easily lost." Yan Jingfeng instructed Zhang Dabao and quickly left the team headquarters.

Zhang Dabao and Yan Jingfeng left the village office together. Yan Jingfeng went to the village to call people, while Zhang Dabao came to the car. He had prepared two gifts, but he met Yan Jingkai's cousins. He should prepare more. Didn't the ancients have a saying? It's better to have one less than one less. Let's remember all the favors to Yan Jingkai.

Yan Jingfeng was the fifth child, and there might be the sixth, seventh, and so on. Zhang Dabiao took out some supplies from the space and divided them into ten portions. Each portion contained ten kilograms of flour, five kilograms of noodles, and two kilograms of brown sugar. This gift was definitely a heavy gift for visiting relatives. In 1960, each gift could be exchanged for two wives.

After waiting for about ten minutes, about ten people from the village came. Some were in their fifties, while others were in their twenties. The leader was Yan Jingfeng.

"Xiao Ming, I am my second brother Yan Jingda, this is my third brother Yan Jingkuan, this is your fourth uncle Yan Fangbin..." Yan Jingfeng introduced them to Zhang Dabiao, the youngest one is also an uncle. Zhang Dabiao greeted them one by one, thinking that he was an uncle and grandfather in Zhangjia Village, and now he has become a nephew and grandson in Yanjia Village.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with being young. There is a saying from the ancients that the poor have older generations. The family with the highest seniority in the village often has not had a good life for several generations.

Besides, he couldn't be asked to do anything less than himself. He opened the carriage and said that each family would have a gift. It was Yan Jingkai who arranged it. In the end, seven portions were distributed. Seeing the two portions left, Zhang Dabiao asked, "Fifth Grandpa, are there eight brothers and sisters in total?"

"Xiao Ming, there are eight brothers in our family, but your grandfather is not at home, so there are only seven of us at home. But I also have two older sisters and a younger sister. It seems that your grandfather asked you to prepare ten gifts, and he also counted his three younger sisters. The youngest sister was only five years old when the eldest brother passed away, and he still remembers his sisters." Yan Jingfeng's eyes were red again.

"Xiao Ming, let's go home first. Later, Fang Wen and Fang Wu will take you to visit the three aunts' homes. Your brother is really thoughtful," said Yan Jingkuan.

Surrounded by the crowd, Zhang Dabao came to Yan Jingda's home in Yanjia Village.

Chapter 279 Conflict

After arriving at Yan Jingda's home, everyone brewed some tea and listened to Zhang Dabao talk about Yan Jingkai's situation. Zhang Dabao told everyone that Yan Jingkai lived a good life, with good food and a good place to live, but he couldn't go out casually because the nature of his work was different.

Then, Zhang Dabao listened to everyone talking about their family's situation. The Yan family was large and prosperous. Although it was a difficult time now, mountain villages also had their advantages, that is, they could find food in the mountains. The village also planted a lot of sweet potatoes this year, and although the harvest was not good, it was not enough to starve people to death.

After lunch, accompanied by Yan Fangwen, Yan Fangwu and Yan Fangbin, they came to the Yan family's ancestral tomb and paid homage to Yan Jingkai's ancestors, his parents, wife and children. Zhang Dabao took photos of the cemetery, which he would take back to show Yan Jingkai.

After returning from the cemetery, accompanied by my three uncles Yan Fangwen, Yan Fangwu and Yan Fangbin, I went to visit my three aunts.

Yan Jingkai's father was the eldest of three sons. His second uncle had a daughter named Yan Jingmei, who married into the neighboring Liujia Village. Also in the same village was his third uncle's youngest daughter, Yan Jingxing.

When Zhang Dabao and his four companions followed the path to Liujia Village, it was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon. People had not yet gone to work, so Yan Jingmei and Yan Jingxing were at home.

"Fang Wen, why are you here? Is there something wrong at home?" Yan Fangwen asked Yan Fangwu to go to his aunt's house to say hello in advance. He and Yan Fangbin brought Zhang Dabao to Yan Jingmei's house. When the aunt saw her nephew, she felt a little worried. It wasn't a festival, and the nephew came, so there must be something wrong.

"Aunt, of course there is something. This is my uncle's grandson Yan Ming. He came from Beijing. My uncle misses you. Remember him to come and see you." Yan Fangwen introduced Zhang Dabao.

"Your uncle's grandson? In Beijing? Are you talking about my uncle's eldest brother? Is he still alive?" Yan Jingmei was a little excited.

"Aunt, my grandfather is still alive and living a good life, but he is old and has some concerns about his family," Zhang Dabao said.

"Are you Xiaoyong's son?" Yan Jingmei asked.

"I was adopted by my grandfather. He only has one son, so Yan Fangyong is naturally my father." What could Zhang Dabao say at this time?

Yan Jingmei and her eldest nephew Yan Fangyong are of the same age and have been very close since childhood. However, she did not expect that her nephew would die young. Now that she sees his descendants, she is naturally very happy.

Zhang Dabao presented a gift, but Yan Jingmei refused without thinking, "Xiao Ming, your expenses in Beijing are high. How much will it cost to bring so many things from so far away? Your grandfather is old, and you are not young either. You need money right now. I will be very happy if you can come to see me and let me know that my brother is still alive and well. You can take the things back when you leave."

"Aunt, this is specially arranged by grandpa. I brought one for each of your families from Beijing. It would be inappropriate to take them back. Grandpa is still working for the country, has an income, and lives a good life. I also have a job. This is also our gift." Zhang Dabao persuaded Yan Jingmei to accept it.

After talking for a while, Zhang Dabao invited Yan Jingmei and her family to visit Yanjia Village tomorrow morning and take a family photo for everyone. He would let Yan Jing open it to see it when they return. Yan Jingmei happily agreed.

After leaving Yan Jingmei's house, they came to Yan Jingxing's house. Yan Jingxing is in her thirties this year. She has almost no impression of Yan Jingkai because she was only five years old when Yan Jingkai left home. She had long lost some of her impressions of her eldest brother. She only heard from her elders and brothers and sisters that an eldest brother went out and joined the army. He had not returned for many years and she didn't know whether he was alive or dead. She thought to herself that her eldest brother might have passed away a long time ago. After all, war is cruel.

Unexpectedly, her nephew told her this afternoon that her eldest brother's grandson had returned from the capital and wanted to see her, which made her very happy. Who doesn't want their relatives to be alive?

"Aunt, I'm Yan Ming," Zhang Dabao presented a gift.

"Xiao Ming, right? Come and sit down. How is your brother now? I was still a child when he left home. Twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye, and I now have three children." Yan Jingxing began to cry while speaking. Maybe this is the feeling of blood is thicker than water.

"Grandpa is living a very good life, but he misses home a little." Zhang Dabao repeated what he had just said at Yan Jingmei's house.

Since they also had to visit their second aunt Yan Jingxiang, after chatting for a few words, Zhang Dabao also extended an invitation, inviting Yan Jingxiang's family to visit Yanjia Village tomorrow, and then he and Yan Fangwen and the other two would set off for Baojia Village.

Baojia Village is a small village, almost at the top of the mountain. There are only a dozen households, most of whom are surnamed Bao. Only Yan Jingxiang's husband's family came later and is the only family in the village with the surname Yang.

"Xiao Ming, the people in Baojia Village are really bad. They often bully Second Aunt's family. My brother and I have beaten them up several times, but they just won't change," Yan Fangwu said to Zhang Dabao.

"Uncle San, when you beat someone, you have to hurt him so that he will change. It's useless to beat him neither too hard nor too lightly," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"Of course there is no problem with beating them, but I'm mainly afraid of causing trouble for my second aunt's family," said Yan Fangwu.

The four of them walked and chatted, and before they knew it, they were almost at the entrance of Baojia Village.

"Yan Fangwu, how dare you come to our village?" When the three were almost at the entrance of the village, three young men saw them and stopped the group of four on the road. One of them, who was wearing long-sleeved clothes, asked Yan Fangwu loudly.

"Is this the road to your home? I came here just because I wanted to. Who do you think you are?" Yan Fangwu said.

"Fang Zhengwu, how dare you talk to my brother like that? Are you looking for death?" another young man started cursing.

"You piece of shit, damn it!" When Yan Fangwu heard someone scolding him, of course he didn't show any courtesy and started scolding directly.

"I think this bastard is looking for death. Second brother, go get some people to kill all these bastards from the Yan family today," the first person who spoke to Yan Fangwu said to someone next to him.

"Yan Fangwu, if you have the guts, don't run." After instructing the brothers around him, he turned around and provoked Yan Fangwu.

"I run away? Today won't be over until I beat the shit out of you," Yan Fangwu said as he wanted to go forward and hit him.

"Uncle San, wait, they are not all here. Let's get rid of them all at once today to avoid trouble for us in the future. You just watch me today and I will do it myself. After the fight, I will go to the capital and they won't be able to find me." Zhang Dabao could see that there was a big conflict between the Yan family and the Bao family.

I came here to solve the problem, so I just helped to the end and solved these hidden dangers.

"Xiao Ming, you are the junior, there is no need for you to take action. Besides, these people are very vicious. Bao Shi, who just scolded Fang Wu, has a grudge against us and it is not good for him to hurt you," Yan Fangwen said.

"Uncle, I am also very fierce when I beat people," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"Xiao Ming, fighting is no joke. You are the only child in my uncle's family, and I can't let anything happen to you." Yan Fangwu also came over to persuade.

Zhang Dabao smiled and said nothing.

Chapter 280: A Just Cause

While they were talking, the reinforcements called by the Bao family arrived. There were more than ten people, including young and middle-aged people.

"Boy from the Yan family, put down the things you brought and kowtow to us. I will let you go today," Bao Shi said happily. He saw the flour and noodles in Yan Fangbin's backpack.

"Do you want white flour? Or brown sugar, or noodles?" Zhang Dabao took out the gifts for visiting relatives one by one, put them on the ground, and asked Bao Shi who was blocking the way.

The dozen or so people on the opposite side saw the things and were obviously in a commotion. After all, these things were too rare in the mountains and now was a difficult time. This was something that could save lives, so of course they wanted it.

"Good boy, you actually stole things from the Bao family, put them all down!" Bao Shi shouted, and the people behind him echoed him and started shouting.

"Stealing things from Baojia Village? Don't you see that these are things from the capital? Someone from your Bao family just came back from the capital?" Zhang Dabao asked, pointing at the packaging of the brown sugar.

"Don't quibble, kid. I told you this is our Bao family's stuff. Just get out of here and nothing will happen to you. If you don't listen, the stuff in your uncle's hand is not something you can just eat." Bao Shi was a little annoyed. The other party was obviously a fool. What was going on now? You couldn't see it, and you kept nagging. Have you ever seen such a big hoe? Would you be able to bear it if it hit you?

Zhang Dabao took out his camera and took pictures of the situation on the opposite side. He also took a close-up of Bao Shi, then put away the camera and said to the three members of the Yan family, "I took pictures of them. I will hand them over to the police tomorrow. They will be charged with highway robbery. They, especially this pile of shit, will definitely have to eat government food, and they may even be shot."

"Boy, what did you say? Take out that thing in your arms." Bao Shi was angry. You still want to call the police? Can you see the police? So he took a step forward and seemed to be thinking about hitting someone.

"Second Uncle, now Bao Shi is openly robbing. We must have a legitimate reason to attack the enemy. Like now, he comes to steal things and hurt people. I am protecting the supplies from being stolen and myself from being hurt. It's not excessive for me to hit him a few times, right?" Zhang Dabao was still talking to Yan Fangwen.

At this time, Bao Shi was swinging his hoe and hitting Zhang Dabao. He dodged the hoe by leaning sideways, and then hit Bao Shi in the chest with an elbow. This time, Zhang Dabao held back his strength, but after Bao Shi was hit, he vomited blood, covered his stomach and rolled on the ground. The hoe in his hand also fell into Zhang Dabao's hand.

"With such a skill level, you dare to come out and rob? What's the difference between that and giving away your life? You are too weak." Zhang Dabao pointed at Bao Shi who was rolling on the ground and said to Yan Fangwen.

"Boy, you are going too far. Let's all attack together," shouted the oldest man in the Bao family. He could see that this stranger from the Yan family must have practiced martial arts because his movements were so smooth.

But no matter how good your kung fu is, you are still afraid of a kitchen knife. There are four of you and a half-grown child, Yan Fangbin. We have more than ten hoes, but we can't kill you. The Bao family rushed up.

Seeing this, Zhang Dabao rushed forward and swung the hoe in his hand. He hit the Bao family members one by one, not the head. He rushed forward and then fought back. More than ten people were all hit in the legs. There was wailing at the scene.

"Xiao Ming, have you practiced it before?" Yan Fangwu could see that this nephew of his had extraordinary strength.

"Uncle San, of course I have practiced. Although my strength is average, it is enough to deal with these stinky salted fish and rotten shrimp paste," said Zhang Dabao.