Siheyuan: I am the seventh uncle of Banggen

"Seventh Uncle, I don't want the money anymore." Jia Dongxu felt a little embarrassed now.

"Tell me now what you think. Your mother may not have the money, but you know I have it. Tell me the reason and I will give you the money," Zhang Dabao said to Jia Dongxu.

"No, I don't want it anymore." Jia Dongxu couldn't say it. Should he tell his uncle that he was powerless now and wanted to see a doctor? He couldn't get used to drinking loose liquor, so did he want two bottles of Xifeng and Fenjiu?

"You come here to cheat people for money without any good reason. How can you do that? In this respect, you are no match for Jia Youfu. He really tricked your mother from Zhangjia Village to the city. Look, our Zhang family's most beautiful girl, what has she become after coming to your Jia family? I really want to beat you to death. Don't you know that your great-grandfather loved your mother the most?" Zhang Dabao was so angry that he kicked Jia Dongxu twice.

"I was wrong." Jia Dongxu said in a very good attitude and admitted his mistake.

"Don't make your mother angry. Your Jia family owes her. If you make her angry, I won't forgive you." Zhang Dabao continued to threaten Jia Dongxu.

"Seventh Uncle, I don't dare anymore." Jia Dongxu curled up and lay there, not daring to stand up.

"Da Biao, forget it. Dongxu is still young, let's just forget it this time," Zhang Cuihua said from the side.

With a "puchi" sound, someone laughed again.

"Third brother, how old is Brother Dongxu?" Yan Jiedi asked.

"Three hundred and twenty months," Zhang Dabao answered for Yan Jiekuang.

"More than three hundred months, how old is he? Why is he still a child?" Yan Jiedi said in surprise.

"In his mother's eyes, Jia Dongxu will still be a child even when he is a hundred years old," Zhang Dabiao replied seriously.

Everyone laughed even harder. Jia Dongxu was helped back home by Qin Huairu. The crowd dispersed, and only Yi Zhonghai stood there alone.

Chapter 39: Jia Dongxu's Touch

Zhang Dabao returned home and Zhang Lianhua's child was also in his room. "Dabao, why did you hit Dongxu again? He is so old now, it will be embarrassing for him."

"Second sister, didn't you hear what eldest sister said, Dongxu is still a child," Zhang Dabia said with a smile.

"He is five years older than you. Don't hit him all the time. Dongxu trembles when he sees you now. Something might have happened today," said Zhang Lianhua.

"What could be wrong with him? He's either playing cards or drinking. What serious business can he have? I told him to come to me if he wants money, because he knows I have money," said Zhang Dabao.

"There are some things he may not be able to say, even to his mother, let alone to you," said Zhang Lianhua.

"That makes sense. I'll give him ten dollars tomorrow. Now that the Jia family's money has gone into the hands of the eldest sister, it will be difficult for Jia Dongxu to get out," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"His family is not rich, and Dongxu is not doing well. The money that the factory paid as compensation when Brother Youfu died has been used to help Dongxu get married and to buy him a sewing machine over the years. There is not much left," said Zhang Lianhua.

"Things will be better in the future. Qin Huairu is working now. After she becomes a regular employee, the children's household registration can be transferred. With quotas, we won't have to eat expensive grains, and our lives will get better day by day," Zhang Dabao said to his second sister.

"Have you prepared the things for visiting relatives tomorrow? Jingshu is sleepy, let's go back and have a rest. Find the clothes that need to be washed and I will wash them for you tomorrow," Zhang Lianhua reminded again.

"Everything is ready, don't worry." Zhang Dabao sent Zhang Lianhua and her daughter out the door.

The next day, Zhang Dabiao got up very early, carrying a thermos bottle to buy steamed buns and soy milk, and came back to see Jia Dongxu washing his face in the middle courtyard. This time, Jia Dongxu didn't dare to come over when he saw the steamed buns, and called out "Seventh Uncle" and continued to wash his face.

"Dongxu, come here," Zhang Dabao shouted to Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu walked over with his head lowered. He was scared by Zhang Dabao's beating and didn't dare to look up.

"***, can you please lift your head up and act like a normal person? You are over 20 and you can't stand properly. Stand up properly." Zhang Dabao was a little angry when he saw him like this.

After hearing this, Jia Dongxu stood up subconsciously.

"Dongxu, I went back and thought about it yesterday. I thought you might need money but were embarrassed to say it out loud, and I didn't explain it to your mother clearly. So, I'll give you ten yuan. Don't spend it carelessly. If I find out that you are lying, you'd better be careful." Zhang Dabao took out ten yuan from his pocket and gave it to Jia Dongxu.

"Thank you, Seventh Uncle." Jia Dongxu was a little touched. He really couldn't tell the reason why he wanted money.

"What are you thanking me for? I'm just giving you some buns for your mother and children. If you need money in the future, tell me. I have more money than you," said Zhang Dabao, patting his pocket.

"I understand, Uncle Seventh." Jia Dongxu almost shed tears. He was severely beaten yesterday, but today his uncle was so nice to him. It was not difficult to understand Uncle Seventh's style of doing things. Thinking that he got ten yuan in exchange for a beating, he felt pain in his body.

"Did your seventh uncle go to buy buns again?" Jia Dongxu brought the buns back home. Zhang Cuihua asked her son after seeing it.

Jia Dongxu nodded.

"Did Da Biao hit you again? Did it hurt? Did it hurt you so much that you cried?" Zhang Cuihua saw that her son's eyes were a little red and moist.

"Uncle Seventh didn't beat me. He gave me ten yuan and told me not to ask you for money. He told me to go to him if I had any problems. He has a lot of money and said that sometimes I might have unspeakable reasons for asking for money. I think Uncle Seventh understands me very well," Jia Dongxu choked up a little while speaking.

"Tsk, you still have reasons that you are embarrassed to say? Dabiao gave you money, so you shouldn't spend it recklessly." Zhang Cuihua obviously didn't believe her son.

"Grandma, where are the buns? I heard that my seventh uncle gave us buns again." Banggeng put on his clothes and came to the table.

"Let's eat the buns. Go call your wife. We'll each have one. The remaining two will be given to me and I each with one." Zhang Cuihua divided the buns.

After finishing his meal, Jia Dongxu went out.

Around nine o'clock, Zhang Dabao went out on his bicycle. There were two net bags on the handlebars, which contained two bottles of Moutai liquor and two packs of Pu'er tea.

Wang Xiuqin's home was in a large compound. Zhang Dabao was waiting at the door. The sentry made a phone call before letting Zhang Dabao in. He met his uncle Qiao Baozhong, who was in his forties but not yet fifty and was very enthusiastic. He also met his older cousin. His younger cousin was not at home because he was serving in the army.

After the family dinner, Zhang Dabao chatted with everyone for a few words and then got up and left, because his uncle was very busy and his cousin was also busy. His uncle seemed to be a deputy in a ministry and was very powerful, and his cousin was the head of a department and should be in the army.

After visiting Wang Xiuqin's family, the marriage was officially confirmed. Li Huaide did not come because he had something to do at home, and said he would come later, it didn't matter.

After Zhang Dabao went out, he did not go home, but came to Chunfeng Hutong. He wanted to sort out the books he bought from the Wu family.

There were more than 300 books, most of which were poetry and the like. Zhang Dabao put them together separately, put them in a wooden box, and placed it in a corner of the space. He also found some novels and put them in a box so that he could read them at any time. There were ten books related to Taoism, and eight of them were miscellaneous talks and travel notes. Zhang Dabao was very interested in some things in them, because they were about caves and the relics of ancient practitioners, which contained great treasures.

There are two other books about martial arts. One is "Meteor Sword Technique", which means that after the sword is trained well, it is as fast as a meteor; the other is about "Beast Taming", which is how to communicate with animals and how to control animals.

I took a general look and saw that it was already midnight. No wonder those who practice Taoism say "there is no time in the mountains". It's not that time doesn't change, but that time passes too fast and you can't feel it at all.

After putting the book into the space, Zhang Dabao began to sort out the copper and ironware he had collected from Grandpa Liu. There were many copperware, mostly bronze products, such as lamps, mirrors, candlesticks, and several tripods. The lower half of the stove he had collected last time was also found. It was black and had a lot of ash. It must have been used many times. Since he didn't have the recipe for the elixir, he couldn't try it himself, so Zhang Dabao put all of them into the space.

There were two tools among the iron products, which looked like a hoe, and a long sword with rust on it. I wiped it with a cloth and found that the rust was not serious. It was just right for me to use it when practicing sword skills.

After packing up, a night had passed. Zhang Dabao took a short rest. When he got up at noon, he felt much more energetic. After washing up and eating something at the snack bar outside, Zhang Dabao returned to Yard 95.

When I returned to the yard, I saw Jia Dongxu sitting at the door. He looked listless, as if he had been beaten by a hundred big men.

Chapter 40 Jia Dongxu's Thought Process

"Dongxu, aren't you going to work today?" Zhang Dabao felt that his nephew seemed to have something to do, so he asked.

"Seventh Uncle, I'm sick." When Jia Dongxu saw Zhang Dabao, he ran over and it seemed like tears could fall at any time.

"Are you sick? I can't tell. Let's go to the backyard and talk." Zhang Dabao pushed his bicycle and went to the backyard with Jia Dongxu.

"What's the matter? I thought you were fine," Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu.

"I was not feeling well there, so I went to the hospital. The doctor said it was okay and told me to come home and recuperate. But I felt like he was wrong. I just felt like I was sick," said Jia Dongxu.

"Fuck, what's going on? Don't doctors know more than you? You go to see a doctor, but you don't believe the doctor after the visit. You are sick, but it's just that your brain is sick. Do you know how to treat a disease? You haven't even been to school for a few years. You have difficulty reading, and you still want to treat a disease." Zhang Dabao almost laughed when he heard what Jia Dongxu said. What kind of person is this.

"Then how long should I raise it?" Jia Dongxu asked.

"You'll never get better no matter how long you take care of yourself. You have to be obedient. The doctor must have told you not to smoke, drink or stay up late. Did you listen? Throw away the cigarette," Zhang Dabao said loudly to Jia Dongxu.

"Seventh Uncle, how do you know the doctor said that?" After throwing away his cigarette, Jia Dongxu looked at Zhang Dabao and asked.

"This is common sense. If you have attended junior high school, you wouldn't be so ignorant," Zhang Dabao retorted to Jia Dongxu.

"You haven't even gone to junior high school, how do you know more than me?" Jia Dongxu looked unconvinced.

"Dongxu, come and read. Look what this is?" Zhang Dabao said, pointing to a book in the cabinet.

"I feel sleepy when I read and can't continue. Does this mean I'm fine?" Jia Dongxu was happy again.

"Of course it's okay, you have to listen to the doctor. Is this what you want the money for?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Yes, he prescribed three prescriptions for me, but I didn't take them. Why did I spend the money? I'll just take care of it." Jia Dongxu was happy again.

"Whose personality did you take after? Jia Youfu is not like that, and neither is your mother, and neither is your master." Zhang Dabao also laughed.

"I just do what I want. It's okay. I will go to work tomorrow. If I don't go every day, the director will be unhappy and my master will be unhappy too," said Jia Dongxu.

"Dongxu, I found out that you have one thing in common with your mother, that is, you have a good attitude. We can't learn this." Zhang Dabao was really amused by him.

"Really? My mother put away the canned food you gave me last time and hasn't eaten it yet. I'm not feeling well, so I wonder if my mother could open one so I can have some to replenish my energy." After saying this, Jia Dongxu went home.

Zhang Dabao discovered that the brain circuits of Zhang Cuihua and her son were really different from those of normal people. You have no idea how magical their thoughts are. He opened the door and let in some fresh air. Zhang Dabao heard Zhang Cuihua's scolding again, and Jia Dongxu returned to his room.

"Seventh Uncle, why don't you say anything to my mom? I'm sick and can't even eat canned food. Really?" Jia Dongxu said angrily as he sat there.

If it weren't for his old face, Zhang Dabao would really think that Jia Dongxu was less than ten years old. Is this what a child over three hundred months old would say?

"Dongxu, when you are sick in Northeast China, you have to eat canned yellow peaches. I heard that colds and the like can be cured by eating them," Zhang Dabao said to him.

"Really? It's quite expensive, right?" Jia Dongxu stood up, thought about it and sat down again.

"Is it expensive? I happen to have some. Go call your mother and we can have one together," Zhang Dabao said to Jia Dongxu.

"Do you really have it?" Jia Dongxu stood up again.

"Of course, you wait." Zhang Dabao went to the inner room, took out a can of yellow peaches from the space, and tore off the label when he came out.

"Dongxu, what is this?" Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu to take a look. Without saying anything, Jia Dongxu went straight back home and pulled Zhang Cuihua over, almost dropping Xiaodang in Zhang Cuihua's arms to the ground.

"Da Biao, what are you eating? Dongxu is acting mysterious," said Zhang Cuihua.

"Isn't Dongxu feeling unwell? I happen to have some canned yellow peaches, let the child eat them to replenish his body," said Zhang Dabao.

"I ate canned yellow peaches when I was a child. My grandfather gave them to me as a favor to someone else. He opened them and let my grandmother and I eat them. Even Dasong didn't eat them as well. They were so delicious," said Zhang Cuihua with an intoxicated look on her face.

"Eat it again," Zhang Dabiao opened the can and divided it into two bowls for the two of them, leaving a small piece for Xiaodang, and added some sugar water. "You guys eat it, I don't like it very much," Zhang Dabiao said. I have so many fresh fruits in my space, and I don't eat them. Why should I eat this? I won't eat it, Zhang Dabiao thought to himself.

"Eat quickly. Your seventh uncle is reluctant to eat such good things. When he gets old, you must remember his kindness," Zhang Cuihua said to her son.

"I will take care of my seventh uncle in his old age," Jia Dongxu responded immediately.

"No, just be good to your mother. Dongxu, you are five years older than me, and we can't say who will send whom off," Zhang Dabao said, rejecting Jia Dongxu's proposal.

"It's so delicious, Mom. How can there be something so delicious?" Jia Dongxu looked intoxicated after finishing the meal.

"I just told you it's delicious, but you didn't believe me. Now you believe it, right? I saw it at the supply and marketing cooperative, and it's 1.5 yuan each, and you need a ticket. How can it not be delicious?" Zhang Cuihua said to her son.

"It's too expensive. When I have money, I'll buy ten and we'll eat them one by one and have enough." Jia Dongxu made up his mind again.

"Then I'll be waiting eagerly. I don't know if I'll be able to see you promoted to level two in my lifetime." Zhang Cuihua poured a bucket of cold water on her son.

"Of course I can. I have to make progress. I feel I have made great progress now. When I advanced in March, I felt that I had great hope," Jia Dongxu said confidently.

"Dongxu, your mother is here too. As long as you reach level two, I will give you two cans of food, one with meat and one with yellow peach, or hawthorn is also fine," said Zhang Dabao.