Siheyuan: I am the seventh uncle of Banggen

"Banggeng, you can't talk like that. You'll easily get beaten, you know? Your father works hard and should be respected. What's more, he has a talent for cooking and he's doing quite well now. Dongxu is much better at cooking than he is at being a fitter. If he takes the chef exam now, he will be almost at the level of a level 10 chef and can be a cook in a small unit. This is a real skill," said Zhang Dabao, touching Banggeng's head.

“But my dad’s cooking isn’t as delicious as my uncle’s. Look, Seventh Uncle, there’s meat and fish today, they’re all good stuff. It’s a bit of a waste if my dad doesn’t cook,” Bang Geng explained.

"Jia Geng" Jia Dongxu straightened up with the spatula in his hand. It looked like Bang Geng would be beaten if he said anything else.

"Why is Dongxu angry with a kid? He is telling the truth. If you practice more, you will be stronger than Zhuzi, right?" Zhang Dabao said.

"Seventh Uncle, can I be better than him? He is a professional chef and I am a postman." Jia Dongxu was a little speechless.

"Just practice hard. Didn't I say you have talent? If you practice hard, you will definitely be stronger than him one day. Banggeng, eat some dates. They are very sweet. Wash them under the faucet before eating. Don't let Xiaodang eat them. She can't bite them, and it will be troublesome if she swallows them." Zhang Dabao turned and went into the house, filled half a basin with dates, and gave Banggeng some instructions.

Banggeng saw the dates and happily went to wash them.

Zhang Cuihua and others also came back, and the whole backyard became lively again.

During the meal, Zhang Dabao called Xu Damao and Lou Xiaoe and brought out two Dezhou braised chickens from the house.

"Da Biao, is this roast chicken?" Lou Xiao'e was a worldly-wise person.

"Yes, authentic Dezhou Braised Chicken, try it." Zhang Dabao motioned for everyone to have a taste and gave Jingshu and Banggeng a chicken leg each.

"It's so delicious. I can even chew the bones into pieces. But why is it called roast chicken? Is it because it lies down?" Jia Dongxu had a new question.

"Dad, your question is wrong. If the chicken is standing, can it still be called a standing chicken? Besides, it's not lying down, right? It's a roast chicken, the second tone, and you said it's lying down, which has the fourth tone." Bang Geng directly refuted Zhang Dabao.

"Jia Geng, you know nothing. You're everywhere." When Jia Dongxu saw his son refutate him, he stood up.

"Do you want to eat or not? If not, go aside." Zhang Cuihua saw Jia Dongxu stand up and said to him.

"Dongxu, Banggeng is right. This braised chicken is because of the method of braising the meat used in the processing technology, not the shape of the chicken; it is braised chicken, not lying down; you really need to re-read your books carefully, and Banggeng happens to have the first-grade textbooks, you can study together and make progress together," said Zhang Dabao.

"I won't let my dad read my books. He gets sleepy when he reads and drools when he sleeps. What if his drool falls on my book and it drops to the ground, dirtying the book?" Banggeng rejected Zhang Dabao's suggestion.

Jia Dongxu was so angry at Banggeng's words that he glared at his son, bit the chicken hard, and then swallowed it viciously.

After the meal, Zhang Dabao gave a roast chicken to the Jia family, the He family, the Xu family and Huang Xinsheng, and told them that they must eat it as soon as possible, otherwise it would be a pity if it went bad.

"This braised chicken is so delicious. I feel like I can eat two," Jia Dongxu said as he looked at the braised chicken in his mother's hand.

"You still want to eat? Why don't you go to heaven? Give this chicken to Huairu and the two children tomorrow morning. You just need to chew the bones they leave." Zhang Cuihua quickly put the roasted chicken behind her.

"Mom, am I a dog? Do I eat bones?" Jia Dongxu asked his mother.

"I don't care whether you are a dog or not. I just ask you if you want to eat bones. If you don't, I will chew them. If you don't, someone else will," said Zhang Cuihua.

"Of course I eat it. It's not that we can't eat bones. They taste good, much better than pickles. I don't know when I can buy roast chicken. Then we can each have one and eat it to our heart's content," said Jia Dongxu.

"Dongxu's wish is easy to realize. In a few years, the country will develop and everyone will be wealthy. By then, not only can you eat one, you can eat five," Zhang Dabao said to the foodie Jia Dongxu.

"Then I will eat roast chicken every day," said Jia Dongxu.

"Dongxu, didn't you say you wanted to eat pig face every day?" He Yuzhu asked.

"I eat pig face in the morning and roast chicken at noon and in the evening," Jia Dongxu said with a longing look on his face.

"Dongxu, you have a bad living habit. You eat too much oily food and get sick easily. I have to go out for a while. I have a few chickens to send to my cousin and aunt," said Zhang Dabia.

Without chatting with Jia Dongxu anymore, Zhang Dabao saw that it was less than eight o'clock, so he went to Wang Xiuqin's compound and delivered two chickens to her family. Then he went to the first family compound of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and delivered two chickens to Yang Weihua, Li Huaide, Wang Cheng, Liu Le, and Xu Sinian. At nine o'clock, he went to Lei Huanian's place, and then went to Jide's house to deliver two roast chickens to each of them. It was already past ten o'clock when he returned home.

After a rest at home on Saturday morning, Zhang Dabiao suddenly thought of his textile factory and the various patterns in his space. He wondered what kind of unit the Red Star Handkerchief Factory was and whether it could produce these products. He also wanted to add some political achievements to his aunt.

So in the afternoon, Zhang Dabao came to the Hongxing Street Office. After asking Wang Xiuqin, he learned that the Hongxing Handkerchief Factory of the Street Office had a total of about 20 sewing machines, all of which used leftover materials from the towel factory. There were only more than 30 workers, no equipment, no skilled workers, and no processing capabilities at all. Zhang Dabao had to give up.

Wang Xiuqin saw that her nephew looked a little disappointed, so she recommended that he contact the textile factory. However, Zhang Dabao had his own textile factory and was not very interested in it, so he rejected Wang Xiuqin's recommendation and did not contact the textile factory.

Wang Xiuqin was very busy at work. Zhang Dabiao asked about the matter and then left the street office. Zhang Dabiao thought about the security guard of his textile factory. Who should he find to go there? It would be best if it was a retired soldier. He was a retired soldier and had many comrades. However, his retirement was too sudden and he did not have much contact with his retired comrades. He could not think of anyone to find, so he decided to discuss it with Huang Xinsheng in the evening.

Because he was thinking about something, the motorcycle stopped on the side of the road and did not move. At this time, Zhang Dabao heard someone knocking on the window and calling his name "Dabao".

Chapter 284: Eating at the Police Station

When "Brother Cao" Zhang Dabao saw that it was Cao Lianbiao from the police station, he quickly got out of the car.

"Da Biao, when did you come back?" Cao Lianbiao asked.

"Brother Cao, I just came back last night. How did you know I was on a business trip?" Zhang Dabao was a little confused.

"Sister Cuihua's grandson Banggeng told me that you went to Shandong and would be away for six or seven days," said Cao Lianbiao.

"When did you meet Bang Geng? Do you have something to do at the street office?" Zhang Dabao smiled.

"Go and deliver some materials, drop them off and leave. Come to our unit for dinner in the evening. We'll have chicken tonight," said Cao Lianbiao.

"Sure, I have chickens and wine in my car." Zhang Dabao accepted Cao Lianbiao's invitation without hesitation.

Cao Lianbiao was indeed very fast. He entered the street office and came out shortly after. He knocked on the window of Zhang Dabao's motorcycle. He rode his bicycle in front, and Zhang Dabao followed on his motorcycle in the backyard. Soon they arrived at the Hongxing Police Station.

"Brother Cao, I just so happen to have two Dezhou Braised Chickens and a few bottles of Xifeng in my car. Let's finish them today." After getting off the car, Zhang Dabao gave the things he had brought to Cao Lianbiao.

The food at the police station today is really good. They killed a chicken, stewed meat, fried eggs, and had some vegetables. That's four dishes and one soup. It looks like the Red Star Police Station has a distinguished guest today.

"Brother Cao, it's not a festival, is your unit having an event?" Zhang Dabia asked when he arrived at Cao Lianbiao's office.

"What activities are there? The old director has been transferred to a branch office. We kept saying we would see him off, but he was either studying or in meetings. Finally, we got a day and Director Liang went to pick him up," said Cao Lianbiao.

"Uncle Zhang went to the police station and became the director?" Zhang Dabao asked with a smile.

"I want to be the director, but Director Wang doesn't agree." Zhang Weihua pushed the door open and came in, followed by Liang Fei.

"Lian Biao, have you asked for external help to get me drinking?" Zhang Weihua asked Cao Lianbiao.

"What kind of foreign aid is Da Biao? He is not an outsider. He knew that you had a toothache these days, so he specially brought Dezhou Braised Chicken and Xifeng Liquor?" Cao Lianbiao said.

"Lian Biao, you said Da Biao knew that I had a toothache, so he brought me roast chicken. I understand it's soft and easy to swallow, but what's the point of bringing me a few bottles of Xifeng?" Zhang Weihua asked.

"Uncle Zhang, of course it is disinfected. When you drink, don't you drink it into your mouth first? Doesn't 53-degree alcohol have a bactericidal function? Isn't this a favor? It not only enhances the relationship, but also eliminates germs, killing two birds with one stone," Zhang Dabao explained.

"That's exactly what I mean," Cao Lianbiao nodded repeatedly.

"Good guy, this is for my own good," Zhang Weihua said, looking back at Liang Fei.

"Of course it's for your own good," Liang Fei replied seriously.

Then everyone laughed.

The food was ready and everyone started to eat and drink, and talked about Zhang Weihua's new job. He is now the captain of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, and has been promoted to deputy director. He has solved the rank problem and has real power, but he has just taken over the work and is a bit busy.

After talking about work, everyone mentioned the issue of children's education. Cao Lianbiao brought up a great joke, "Da Biao, Sister Cuihua's grandson is really amazing..."

"Brother Cao, what you said is true. He is just a child. How can you tell that he is so extraordinary?" Zhang Dabao laughed.

"I met him at the Jiaodaokou recycling station last Sunday. Guess what he was doing?" Cao Lianbiao kept the question in suspense.

"What do most people do at the recycling station? To sell things, of course. Unlike you, you go to the Jiaodaokou recycling station to find a wife," said Liang Fei.

"By the way, Jia Geng went there to sell two old hens. He said that his father fell into the water and drowned, his mother had just given birth and could not go out, and his grandmother was sick again. The family really had no other choice, so they asked him to sell the chickens and use the money for his grandmother's medical treatment. What he said was so true, and the key point is that he even shed tears. My wife believed it directly and even gave Bang Geng an extra penny," said Cao Lianbiao.

"Is this child so smart?" Zhang Weihua was obviously shocked.

"Don't they raise chickens at home?" Zhang Dabao thought of the crux of the problem.

"That's not the point. The point is that Bang Geng provided the information about the black market. We haven't rewarded him yet. How about I bring him some exercise books?" Cao Lianbiao said. "Of course, there's no child who doesn't like exercise books. But how did he know the information about the black market? He can't go alone, right?" Zhang Dabiao was also a little surprised.

"Someone from your courtyard had been there and saw it. When we took action, we arrested Yan Bugui from your courtyard. He bought two hens and held them very tightly. We confiscated his chickens and he actually cried," said Cao Lianbiao.

"He is heartbroken. Everyone knows that Yan Bugui from Yard 95 is a hard-headed person who values ​​every penny more than anything else." Zhang Weihua has been in the Hongxing Police Station for many years and is quite familiar with these people on the street.

"Uncle Zhang is right. Teacher Yan suffered a loss if he didn't pick up anything while walking. Whenever a manure truck passed by the gate of the courtyard, he would go over to taste the saltiness of the food," said Zhang Dabao.

"When Teacher Yan returned to the gate of Yard 95 from our place, he lay down directly. He was then sent to the hospital and spent several thousand dollars. I heard that he didn't eat for several days because of the pain," Liang Fei added.

"This old Yan..." Zhang Weihua laughed.

As the topic shifted, no one continued to talk about the chicken-selling incident, but Zhang Dabiao took it to heart.

To see Zhang Weihua off, as he was getting a promotion, they had to drink well, so Liang Fei and Cao Lianbiao drank too much, and Zhang Weihua was about to collapse, so Zhang Dabao had no choice but to help Zhang Weihua to his car and send him home.

When they returned to Yard 95, it was almost ten o'clock. Those who had come to enjoy the cool air had already gone home, and Banggeng had of course gone to bed. Zhang Dabao looked at Banggeng's room, smiled, and walked to the east wing.

"Xinsheng, are you asleep?" Zhang Dabao saw that the light was still on in Huang Xinsheng's room and knocked on the door.

"Brother, are you still awake?" Huang Xinsheng opened the door.

"Xinsheng, there is something I want to discuss with you. Are you still in touch with our comrades? I mean, those professionals," Zhang Dabao asked after entering the house.

"Brother, there are a few people you've contacted. Do you have something to talk to them about?" Huang Xinsheng asked.

"I bought a factory while on a business trip. I don't trust the people there, so I wanted to find a few of my brothers to help," said Zhang Dabao.

"Overseas? How many people are needed?" Huang Xinsheng understood a little.

"Hong Kong, but you can't tell your comrades where exactly, as it may cause trouble for them. Just say that you are doing confidential work and it is relatively dangerous. The salary can be higher, three hundred yuan a month. If you are determined to go there, you will be given five hundred yuan as a resettlement allowance. One thing you have to make clear is that you may not be able to come back for one or two years once you go there," said Zhang Dabao.

Chapter 285 Zhang Cuihua mediates the couple's conflict

"Brother, what kind of job do you do? Security?" Huang Xinsheng asked again.

"Yes, it's a bit chaotic there, with people using knives and guns every day. I feel uneasy if we don't use our own people. It's better to contact a few more, at least ten. First, look for those with difficult family conditions and better military qualities. If the number of people is insufficient, I will use my connections to contact the head of the regiment to see if he has any suitable candidates," said Zhang Dabao.

"Brother, I'll go," Huang Xinsheng said with a firm face.

"You go?" To be honest, Zhang Dabao had never thought of letting Huang Xinsheng go. It was not that he did not trust Huang Xinsheng, but Huang Xinsheng already had a good foundation here. It was a bit inappropriate for him to go to an unfamiliar place and start over. Besides, his parents were still at home.

"Brother, I told you when we came to Beijing that wherever you go, I will go there. Now that you have your own business outside, I must help you," said Huang Xinsheng.

"Xiansheng, I am willing to ask you to help me, but you still have parents. You have a good future in the steel rolling mill. You are a clerk now, but you are only nineteen years old. In a few years, you will be able to become a deputy section chief or even a section chief," said Zhang Dabia.

"Brother, when I came to Beijing, I made it clear with my parents that they would rely on my five brothers for their old age. I left all my retirement benefits to help my fourth and fifth brothers get married. You saved my life, and I told them that I wanted to repay you, and they all agreed," Huang Xinsheng still insisted.

"Okay, if you are willing to go, then go. Contact people first. Don't be too picky about ten people. The more people the better. Come to me for the money tomorrow. Xinsheng, don't be frugal. These people used to be our brothers in life and death, and they will be people you can trust with your life and death in the future. It's worth spending money on them," Zhang Dabao gave some instructions and then returned to his room.

With the help of Huang Xinsheng, Zhang Dabao felt much better. After all, the person he trusted the most now was Huang Xinsheng. The first person he saw after reincarnation was him. He was his comrade-in-arms and a brother who had fought together on the battlefield. Although he could not remember clearly how he saved his life, there was no doubt that they were injured together.

He followed him to the capital, worked in the steel mill, and went to the grassland together. In fact, since the moment Huang Xinsheng appeared in the No. 95 courtyard after the Spring Festival, Zhang Zaibiao regarded him as a relative.

Today is Saturday. Zhang Dabao wants to go to the steel rolling mill to discuss the idea of ​​transferring Huang Xinsheng to Hong Kong with his cousin Li Huaide.

After getting up, Zhang Dabao went out and came to the cross-yard. The sweet potatoes planted in the field were almost ripe. After all, it was already late September. He had promised Yan Jiedi and other children to come and help. When he met them later, he would say hello in advance. If not, he would wait until next Sunday so that he could prepare some food in advance.

After washing up, he saw his eldest nephew Jia Dongxu squatting at the door, vomiting non-stop. Occasionally, he would drink some water to rinse his mouth before spitting again.