Siheyuan: I am the seventh uncle of Banggen

"Mom, my cousin has a schoolbag, and Uncle Xinsheng gave her his schoolbag. Let's go to bed quickly. I'm tired too." Jia Dongxu drank a lot today and went to bed early.

"You're such a loser. You act as if you haven't eaten for eight lifetimes. Your seventh uncle has helped us so much, but you don't even think of a way to repay him. You just mess around like this every day." Zhang Cuihua became angry again when she saw her son's look.

"Mom, what does our family have? My seventh uncle is rich, he doesn't care," Jia Dongxu said indifferently.

"What the hell are you talking about? He has money, it's his. What does it have to do with you? Why don't you have money? Don't you want to find out the reason?" Zhang Cuihua became even angrier when she heard what her son said.

"I don't have any means or methods. Uncle Seventh is very capable and I can't compare to him. I'll take some time to catch some fish for him. It's also a token of our appreciation," said Jia Dongxu.

"That's what people say. No matter who owns Dongxu, it's not as good as owning it ourselves. Huairu is working now. If we don't live well, people will laugh at us," Zhang Cuihua said to her son.

"I understand. I will study hard tomorrow and try to get into Level Two." Jia Dongxu knew what his mother meant and quickly agreed.

"Grandma, I feel like Dad can't catch any fish. Last time he went fishing, not only did he not catch any, he also fell into the river. I spent fifty cents on Dad's cold treatment." Bang Geng said this to Zhang Cuihua after listening to the conversation between the two.

"Bang Geng, you're going to be beaten," Jia Dongxu said angrily.

"Isn't he telling the truth? Go to sleep, day by day." Zhang Cuihua interrupted the conversation.

Qin Huairu was too tired today and fell asleep early, so she didn't hear their conversation.

In the morning, Zhang Dabao brought Zhang Lianhua, held Jia Jingshu's hand, called Jia Geng, and walked towards the steel rolling mill. "Dongxu, don't forget to pick up the children when you get off work," Zhang Dabao instructed Jia Dongxu.

"I know, Uncle Seventh." Jia Dongxu went to work with Yi Zhonghai and He Yuzhu, and walked in front of Zhang Dabao and others.

After joining the company, Zhang Lianhua was treated better than Qin Huairu. She was also given work clothes and a lunch box, as well as two towels. It seems that today's factories are much better than government departments.

After his second sister completed the employment procedures and the two children entered school, Zhang Dabao did not go to the office, but came to Chunfeng Hutong. He had not practiced for a long time, and he had not yet looked at the books and alchemy furnace he had collected from the black market last time. Now that he had time, he would of course study them carefully.

Arriving at Courtyard No. 10, Zhang Dabao lit a stove in the north room and took out five thread-bound books. Two of them were engraved books containing poems and books, which Zhang Dabao was not interested in and put aside. Two of them were romance novels that he could read when he had nothing to do, but he put them aside. The last one was a record about Taoism, which Zhang Dabao was very interested in and started to read. It was an introduction to Taoism, saying that it was the effect that could be achieved after refining it, but there was no method of cultivation.

Zhang Dabao thought that the family who sold him books last time might still have some books, so he went to the black market tonight to have a look and buy some antiques. It is said that there are fewer counterfeits nowadays and it is cheaper to spend money. If he could get a few real ones and keep them in the new century, he would be able to achieve financial freedom.

"Tian Yi Heart Method" has been running in Zhang Dabao's body for two cycles without any unfamiliarity. It is still as smooth as before, and is becoming more and more fluent. Now the biggest benefit of practicing it for Zhang Dabao is that his body has become stronger, his eyes are brighter, and his ears can hear more clearly. What he lacks now is the technique.

After practicing for a whole day, it was getting dark and Zhang Dabao continued to wait here. If he went there early, there would be no one at the black market and the earliest the market would open would be after 1 a.m.

After lying down and resting for a while, it was two o'clock in the morning and Zhang Dabao came to the black market again.

"Sell or buy?" It still has a familiar taste.

"Buy," Zhang Dabao answered casually.

"Come in and speak quietly." The man flashed behind the tree again.

After Zhang Dabao entered, he went straight to the west, but the old man selling books was not there. He then went to the east side where food was sold, but there was no trace of the old man selling books. So Zhang Dabao went back to the west and squatted down at the place where he sold stoves last time.

"Master, why didn't the teacher who sold books last time come? I originally wanted to buy a few books," Zhang Dabao asked.

"Old Wu has something going on at home and can't come out," the man replied casually.

"Do you know him?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"What are you talking about? I would recognize him even if he turned into ashes." The old man selling stoves was angry.

"Can you tell me about his home?

"You have a grudge against him, don't you? Or is it that his son owes you money? I'm telling you to take it from me.

"I really want to buy some books. I have done some research on these ancient books and I like them very much." Zhang Dabao took out the poetry book he bought from here last time from his arms.

"It really belongs to Old Wu. It has been on display for half a year and a fool bought it. It seems that fool is you," said the old man selling the stove.

"What are you talking about? Everyone has their own preferences for radishes and vegetables. Some people also like to raise insects. It's all personal hobby," Zhang Dabao explained.

"You are just idle and have nothing better to do. Do you really have Moutai?" The old man was a little tempted.

"I'll give you two bottles. I can't see your collection well tonight, so I'll come to your place tomorrow to take a look. I'll buy a few more pieces. You give me a fair price. How about that?" Zhang Dabao said.

"Two bottles, that's good, but good wine alone is not enough without meat," the old man selling stoves was tempted.

"Of course there is meat. Are a pig heart and two pounds of pig face enough? They were just cooked today." Zhang Dabao thought that there was no problem in eating meat.

"Boy, if you want to cheat me, I won't let you go. Ask around. Your uncle Liu is not someone who can be cheated by everyone." The old man selling the stove was tempted.

"With your wisdom, who can deceive you? I will bring some peanuts when I go there tomorrow and drink Moutai with you first. Now you will believe it, right?" Zhang Dabao said.

"The Maotai liquor is mine. If you want to drink more, you have to bring some with you. You can also bring peanuts. Go to Tianshui Hutong at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning. My home is there. I'll wait for you at the entrance of the hutong. After drinking, I'll take you to find Lao Wu." Uncle Liu agreed.

"Tianshui Hutong, don't worry, I will be there on time." Zhang Dabao and Uncle Liu agreed on a time, left the black market, and returned to Yard 95.

Chapter 35 Buying Books

Zhang Dabiao can sleep in without being disturbed now, because his niece Jia Jingshu goes to school. Jingshu gets up in the morning, washes her face and eats, then goes to school with her mother. Zhang Lianhua goes from school to work, and Banggeng follows them. He doesn't like Jia Dongxu to send him off, because some children say his father is Jia Yiji, and Banggeng doesn't like this title at all, but Jia Dongxu doesn't care at all. Banggeng would rather go to and from school with his aunt than walk with Jia Dongxu.

It was past ten o'clock when Zhang Dabao got up. He went to the bathroom at home to use the toilet and wash up. He did not eat and pushed his bicycle out of the house. The deaf old lady next door was basking in the sun at the door. She stared at Zhang Dabao with her eyes, which made Zhang Dabao feel goosebumps and shiver. He still felt uncomfortable after leaving the yard. He thought to himself, who is this deaf old lady? She must be no simple person. He must check her out when he has time.

After leaving No. 95 Yard, there were two net bags hanging on the handlebars of Zhang Dabao's bicycle. One net bag contained two bottles of Moutai liquor, and the other net bag contained four oil paper bags, which contained pig faces, pig hearts, and a pound of fried peanuts. Zhang Dabao also specially brought more than ten steamed dumplings, so that he had wine, vegetables, and pasta. Zhang Dabao had plenty of space for these things, because the first floor of Li Yong's supermarket sold all kinds of food, and there were too many kinds of cooked food, buns, and steamed bread.

Tianshui Hutong is about three or four kilometers away from No. 95, Hongxing Street. It takes about ten minutes to get there by bike. There was an old man sitting at the entrance of the alley. Zhang Dabao got off his bike and walked over, "Uncle Liu."

"Boy, your words should be trustworthy. Where's the wine?" Uncle Liu stood up.

"I brought them all." Zhang Dabao patted the handlebars, allowing him to see the two net bags.

"Let's go to my house first." Uncle Liu led the way and the two entered the alley. Uncle Liu lived in a three-room house with a door leading to the alley. They didn't have to go through the courtyard, which saved a lot of trouble.

After entering the house, which was quite clean, Zhang Dabao put the things on the table and said, "Let me take a look at your collection first. I'll drink with you after you're done."

"Boy, you didn't bring any other wine, what did you drink? I said these two bottles are mine," Uncle Liu said anxiously.

"No one is competing with you. I just want to drink with you. I don't like drinking. What's so good about wine? I really don't understand why you like it so much?" Zhang Dabao said.

"What do you know? Let's go, everything is in the west room." Uncle Liu and Zhang Dabao came to a small room on the west side.

There are mainly copper objects in it, and some iron objects, but no porcelain or anything like that.

"Is that all? They're all copper and iron. It looks like you bought them by the kilogram?" Zhang Dabao asked with a smile.

"Of course we charge by kilogram. Why shouldn't we charge by kilogram for these things?" What Old Man Liu said made sense.

"I don't see it clearly either. I'll take all your money. Can I add 30% to the amount you charge?" Zhang Dabao laughed angrily. He thought you were an expert, and it turns out you really are an expert.

"It's a deal. No regrets allowed," Old Man Liu agreed immediately.

"Drink first and put it here. I'll find a car to take it all away in the evening. You don't have to set up the stall today," said Zhang Dabao with a smile.

"What kind of wine do you want to drink? Let's go directly to Old Wu's house. I tell you that there may be something going on in Old Wu's home. His son owes a lot of money to others, and those people come to ask for money every day. We have to hide when we go there." Old Man Liu had no intention of drinking with Zhang Dabao. Instead, he went out directly and took care of business first.

Old Man Wu's home is in Ma Si Hutong, not far from here. Since it was his first time visiting, Zhang Dabao specially bought two bags of snacks at the sales outlet at the street corner. He took Old Man Liu on a bicycle and the two of them came to Ma Si Hutong.

Old Man Wu is the first family in the alley. It is a formal courtyard house and it seems that his family is well off.

There were two young men standing at the gate of the courtyard. When they saw the two men, they stopped them and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Dabiao didn't like this tone, "Fuck off, is this your home?"

"Boy, you're looking for death by swearing at me!" The two guys were furious and rushed over. Zhang Dabao pushed his bicycle forward and knocked one of them down, then he kicked the other one with a high leg kick. The one knocked down by the bicycle was about to get up when Zhang Dabao rushed over and kicked him out.

"Are you still asking? Ask the devil," Zhang Dabao said as he spat on the ground.

"You have such a bad temper. You start fighting right away. This can easily cause trouble, don't you know?" When Uncle Liu saw that the man had been knocked down, he began to educate Zhang Dabao again.

"If you don't beat them, will they let you in?" Zhang Dabao asked Uncle Liu.

Uncle Liu didn't know how to answer. The two of them entered the yard and found Old Man Wu there.

"Old Wu, this is the fool who bought your book last time. He wants to buy more books. You can handle it. I'm going back first. I feel those two won't give up." Uncle Liu said and went out.

"Young man, you should leave soon. Those people are not easy to deal with," Old Man Wu advised.

"Uncle Wu, I'm here to buy books. I'm not afraid of trouble. Do you have any more books?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Yes, there are quite a few. Go and have a look. If you like one, I'll give it to you. It's better for you to leave here quickly," Uncle Wu continued to persuade.

Zhang Dabao smiled and came to where he kept his books. It was a full bookshelf with what seemed like hundreds of books. He pulled out a book, which was the same one he bought last time. It seemed that no one in Uncle Wu's family knew anything about books.

"Mr. Wu, I like ancient books. Just name a price and I'll take them all," said Zhang Dabao.

"Take them all, young man. There are 356 books. When do you want to finish reading them?" Uncle Wu was surprised.

"I also want to collect it. It's a personal hobby. It seems that your family members also collect it. There are books from several eras," asked Zhang Dabao.

"My father likes these things, but they are not meant to be eaten or drunk. Now our family is in such a difficult situation and my son is not sensible. What will I do with them if I don't sell them?" Grandpa Wu was very sad.

"I heard from Uncle Liu that he owed money, and it seems that he owed a lot," said Zhang Dabao.

"You've been set up by someone, this beast. Young man, I see that your family is well off. Do you know anyone who wants to buy a house? I want to sell this yard, pay off my debts, take my son back to my hometown, find him a wife there, and live a good life together," said Uncle Wu sadly.

"House? How much do you plan to sell it for?" Zhang Dabao was very interested when he saw the yard.

"This is a main building with five north and five south sides, three west and two east sides, 350 square meters, and it will only cost 3000 yuan," said Uncle Wu.

"Uncle Wu, that's not right. Can't two rooms be sold for 450-500 yuan? Your house can be sold for about 5000 yuan," asked Zhang Dabao.

"Young man, who can come up with 5000 yuan to buy the yard? Those beasts are eyeing it, they want it too, but they are only offering yuan," said Uncle Wu.

"Boy, get out here!" The reinforcements for the young man who was beaten outside came.

Chapter 36 Discovering the Spy

"Uncle Wu, I'll go out and take a look first. I like the house. I'll buy the books and the yard." Zhang Dabao turned around and said to Uncle Wu, then left the yard alone.

About ten people came outside, some of them were holding sticks, knives and other weapons, and three or four of them were cursing loudly.

After Zhang Dabao came out, he didn't say a word. He attacked those who had dirty words. He punched each one of them, knocked down three people, knocked out seven of their teeth, and seized a wooden stick.

With the stick in hand, they showed no mercy, and all the people who came were knocked to the ground. Zhang Dabiao walked up to a person who was conscious, holding his legs and screaming, and began to ask, "Who is your boss?"

"We are following Brother Peng. You are finished. Brother Peng will not let you go," the man wailed and threatened.

"Who is Brother Peng? I've never heard of him," Zhang Dabao said to himself.

"You haven't even heard of Brother Peng. Liu Xiaopeng is our Brother Peng. His father is the deputy director of the subdistrict office," the man gave the answer.

"The deputy director of the street office there?" Zhang Dabao asked again.

"Xiangyang Street," the man said proudly.

"Fuck you, a deputy director of Xiangyang Sub-district is nothing. He can't even educate his children well, and yet he's still considered a cadre. Go back and tell Brother Peng to be careful." Zhang Dabao slapped the man in the face again and then returned to the yard.