Siheyuan: I am the seventh uncle of Banggen

"I can't repair it, but my uncle can. Do you have an uncle?" Jia Dongxu said again.

"When I marry your aunt, Dabiao will be my brother-in-law and my child's uncle," He Yuzhu retorted.

"You are a dog, a toad wanting to eat swan flesh. You want to marry my aunt every day, but you take a piss and look at yourself. What a ugly thing you look like. Don't you have any idea at all?" Jia Dongxu immediately ridiculed He Yuzhu.

"I'm prettier than you." He Yuzhu certainly couldn't admit defeat.

"What a joke! You are better looking than me. Who gives you the confidence?" Jia Dongxu sneered twice and continued to confront He Yuzhu.

"Don't say anything to each other, it's tough when you hit the east wall against the west wall." Zhang Dabiao ended the conversation between the two. Didn't they say He Yuzhu and Xu Damao were enemies? He had never quarreled with Xu Damao, but he quarreled with Jia Dongxu every day.

The adults returned to the yard and started to get busy. Banggeng and Jingshu took Guo Xiaobao and Yan Jiedi to sit in the car and play until dark. It was not until Zhang Cuihua got angry that Banggeng got off the car and went home.

After finishing his meal, Banggeng wanted to play in the car again. Zhang Cuihua would of course not agree, so she coaxed her grandson by saying, "When you grow up, ask your father to buy you one and you can drive it every day."

"Grandma, you are kidding. My dad can't even be promoted to a second-level worker. How could he possibly buy a span, let alone change it to its current appearance? Is that possible?" Banggeng immediately refuted his grandma's words.

"Jia Geng, what the hell do you mean?" Upon hearing what his son said, Jia Dongxu stood up from his chair in anger, as if he was ready to fight.

"You bastard, who are you trying to scare by standing up?" Zhang Cuihua stopped her son immediately when she saw him trying to hit her grandson.

"Mom, you are always complaining about the long and short things, but you are my mom." Jia Dongxu was speechless when faced with his mother's obstruction.

"I'm willing to say, ***, ***" Zhang Cuihua seemed to be getting angry and said several *** in a row.

"You can say whatever you want, but you can't stop me from taking care of the child. You protect Bang Geng every day, and he doesn't even take me seriously. How can I take care of him? What if he has no future when he grows up?" What Jia Dongxu said makes a lot of sense.

But Zhang Cuihua is such a person that reasoning with her is simply not going to work. "Banggeng is much better than you. He has been smart since he was young. He said that when he grows up he wants to be at least a third-level worker," Zhang Cuihua said proudly to her son.

"Why don't you study hard, get into a technical secondary school, and become a cadre after graduation? Look at how easy your seventh uncle's job is and how tiring it is to be a worker," said Jia Dongxu.

"I told you to study hard, did you listen? You either skipped school or slept in the classroom every day. You could barely finish junior high school, and you still have the nerve to call me a child? Didn't I educate you well? Do you have a future now?" Zhang Cuihua made Jia Dongxu speechless.

"I regret it now, that's why I want to educate Bang Geng well. Don't stop me when I take care of the child in the future," Jia Dongxu thought for a while and said firmly.

"You take care of the child, and I take care of the child too. If you don't listen, I have to take care of you too. If I can't take care of you, I have seven younger brothers. I can't kill you, you bastard." Zhang Cuihua was also angry.

Jia Dongxu can't say a word now. It feels like he can't communicate with Zhang Cuihua. She beats me every day and makes me run around the yard. She also asks my seven uncles to beat me. She is really my own mother. My seventh uncle can beat me to death by himself.

A small dispute in the Jia family ended with Zhang Cuihua's victory.

Chapter 65: Jia Dongxu's Problem

Thinking about his child's education, Jia Dongxu did not get a good rest. He wanted to ask his seventh uncle Zhang Dabao tomorrow because he was a well-read, knowledgeable and sensible person.

Jia Dongxu got up early in the morning and came to Zhang Dabao's room and sat outside. Zhang Dabao hadn't gotten up yet, but he heard the voice, "Who is it? So early?"

"It's me, Uncle Seven. I have something to ask you," said Jia Dongxu.

"Dongxu, look at the watch, it's just past six o'clock. Why did you make your mother angry so early in the morning?" Zhang Dabao was a little angry, but his nephew had something to do, so he put on his clothes and came out.

"How could I dare to provoke her? Now she starts scolding me and hitting me. Even if I run fast, it's not enough. I have to let her seven brothers beat me up," Jia Dongxu said with a wry smile.

"Your mother may be in menopause. Her temper is particularly bad. It will be fine in two or three years," Zhang Dabao comforted Jia Dongxu.

"What is menopause? Will it last two or three years? Who can bear it? Or should I hide away?" Jia Dongxu was scared.

"Why are you hiding? Don't you have something to do? What is it?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Seventh uncle, my mother doesn't let me take care of the child. Now Banggeng is not afraid of me. If he grows up, I will have no way to control him," said Jia Dongxu.

"What do you want to do with him? What mistake did he make?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"He looked down on me and despised me because I was a first-class worker," said Jia Dongxu.

"I look down on you. Do you think it's an honor for you to be a first-level worker for almost seven years? You are the long-term record holder for first-level workers at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. If you have a little sense of shame, you should study hard and upgrade quickly. If you become a second-level worker or a third-level worker, will Banggeng still laugh at you? As a father, you should set an example for your children, instead of beating them without asking any questions like Liu Haizhong did," said Zhang Dabao.

"That's right. I became a second-level worker. If he said something like this again, do you think I would beat him up?" Jia Dongxu figured it out and the smile appeared on his face again.

"You are really sick, asking this so early in the morning. Today is Saturday. Go to the snack bar and buy some buns. Bring two for your mother and the others. Also, make a pot of soy milk," Zhang Dabao took the money and the thermos and gave them to Jia Dongxu, then sent him out.

After Jia Dongxu walked out of the door, he actually skipped away, just like a child.

Zhang Dabao thought that Jia Dongxu must have had a happy childhood, which made him develop an optimistic character, because a happy childhood can heal a lifetime of misfortune, while an unhappy childhood requires a lifetime to heal.

Zhang Cuihua had a very happy childhood. Her grandparents and father spoiled her until she was fifteen years old. So no matter how much pain she faced, she adjusted quickly because people always look forward.

His own childhood was not very happy, and Zhang Dabao in this life was even less happy. His mother died when he was three years old. Children from single-parent families cannot be happy.

The second sister got up to cook, but Zhang Dabao stopped her and said that Jia Dongxu had gone out to buy buns and would be back soon. The second sister just smiled and said nothing.

Twenty big buns were heavy in Jia Dongxu's hand, and he held a thermos in his other hand. He went to his home first and said, "Mom, bring out a bowl. My seventh uncle asked me to buy buns and soy milk."

After counting out six buns and pouring a bowl of soy milk, Jia Dongxu went to the backyard to put down the buns and soy milk and ran back to his home in the middle courtyard.

"Dongxu is a bit like a child," said second sister Zhang Lianhua.

"So he is very happy. His personality is a bit like my elder sister, but Dongxu is reasonable," Zhang Dabia said with a smile.

After hearing what Zhang Dabao said, Zhang Lianhua laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back. "If my elder sister heard this, she would definitely eat two more buns."

"Eat it. Can't I control her eating buns?" Zhang Dabao couldn't help laughing. The two of them had not been in the city for a long time, but the eldest sister Zhang Cuihua had done many glorious deeds, at least hundreds of them.

When Jia Dongxu returned home, his mother and son had already gotten up, and Qin Huairu had prepared porridge.

"Dongxu, you got up so early today just to ask Dabiao to buy you some buns?" Zhang Cuihua asked her son a little unhappily.

"How is that possible? I had something to discuss with my seventh uncle. He asked me to buy it because he wanted to eat it. How could I have the nerve to tell him that I wanted to eat it? I'm not a child anymore. Even if I told him, he might not buy it," Jia Dongxu explained.

"After eating, go to work. You and Huairu can share one. Eat two banggengs and I'll just have one," said Zhang Cuihua.

"Goodbye, I'll just eat one. Why are there no meat buns now? The meat buns in the snack bar are so delicious. One bite makes your mouth full of oil. I miss them so much." After Jia Dongxu finished eating the vegetarian buns, he started to think about the meat buns again.

"Get out of here now. It's already so late. Don't you see that the pillars are out?" Zhang Cuihua cursed when she saw Jia Dongxu was still dawdling.

Jia Dongxu went out with He Yuzhu, Zhang Lianhua came out with Jingshu and walked with Banggeng.

After finishing his breakfast, Zhang Dabao had nothing to do, so he wanted to go back to his room to take a nap. However, he could not fall asleep no matter how he lay down, so he went out, rode his tricycle, and went to the suburbs.

When we arrived in the suburbs, the scenery was better than in the previous few days. The grass looked green at a distance but not up close. The weather was also a little warmer. Zhang Dabao had put a lot of things in the tricycle. After all, he was a purchasing staff. There were bedding and spare clothes on the passenger seat. The tailgate of the car was stood up, and a kettle, a small iron pot, a spare oil bottle, a small shovel, a rope and a long knife were hung on it. This way, when he went to the countryside to purchase, he could bring some food and live in the car.

After spending the morning in the suburbs, I practiced my Tianyi Heart Sutra and felt that my realm was loosening. Could it be that I couldn't practice in the city? Must I practice in the suburbs or in the mountains? Zhang Dabiao wondered if he should go to the countryside. It would not be appropriate not to go to the factory all the time. Next week, he would go to the factory and apply to go to the countryside. While purchasing, he would practice in the mountains. At that time, he made the most progress when he lived in the cemetery hut in Zhangjia Village. It was there that he reached the first level of Qi Refining.

At noon, I came to the courtyard of Ma Si Hutong, ate something casually in the space, rested for the whole afternoon, and woke up at almost five o'clock.

Back at Yard No. 95, Zhang Dabao saw Yi Zhonghai at the gate. He hadn't seen him for a few days and felt that Yi Zhonghai had aged a lot. It seemed that the incident with the deaf old lady had dealt him a heavy blow. What was their relationship? Zhang Dabao still couldn't figure it out.

Yi Zhonghai also saw Zhang Dabao coming in, took a look at him, and turned his head away, but the resentment in his eyes was seen by Zhang Dabao. It seemed that Yi Zhonghai must have thought of something and felt that the deaf old lady's accident was related to Zhang Dabao. After all, the two of them discussed how to deal with Zhang Dabao in the evening, and the deaf old lady got into trouble the next day. It was too coincidental.

Sometimes people's intuition is very accurate. If you feel that someone doesn't like you, then please believe your feeling, that person definitely doesn't like you. If you feel that this person is related to this matter, then there is a high probability that this person is related to this matter, even if you have no evidence.

Zhang Dabao felt even worse about Yi Zhonghai as his own crow was still spying on him.

Chapter 66 Goodbye Wen Li

"Seventh Uncle, let's go dig wild vegetables tomorrow," Jia Dongxu came over again.

"I went to the suburbs today, and there were no wild vegetables. It's even colder in the mountains than in the suburbs. We'll see how it goes next week. Besides, will it be your turn to pick wild vegetables nearby? There are so many people digging wild vegetables," Zhang Dabao said unhappily when he saw Jia Dongxu stroking the car trunk.

"Don't you have a car now? When the weather gets warmer, we can go to Yuannian to dig shepherd's purse and put fat in it to make dumplings. It's delicious," said Jia Dongxu.

"Brother Dongxu, any dish will taste better if you put fat on it." He Yuzhu came over and interrupted Jia Dongxu.

"Silly Zhu, you are everywhere. What does it have to do with you if I talk to my seventh uncle?" Jia Dongxu said to He Yuzhu with dissatisfaction.

"I'm telling the truth, don't you think?" He Yuzhu stood on the other side of the car.

"It's bullshit, get out!" Jia Dongxu was angry.

"Let's go next week. Brother Zhuzi, if you are free, we can go together. Dongxu mentioned shepherd's purse. I really want to eat it. The wild leek is not small anymore. We can dig some and add some eggs to make big buns. They will be delicious." Zhang Dabao saw that the two had started arguing again and stopped them quickly.

"Fried eggs with wild leek are also delicious. Add some bitter vegetables, garlic and vinegar and mix them together. It can be eaten with wine." He Yuzhu happily accepted the invitation.

Zhang Dabao locked the door and walked towards the yard, followed by He Yuzhu.

"Then bring out the good wine," Jia Dongxu followed.

"Why don't you take it? If you take it, I will take it." He Yuzhu's mouth is not to be trifled with. In terms of sharp tongue, he can be ranked among the top five in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

"You bastard, you're so infuriating." Jia Dongxu didn't get any advantage and returned home angrily.

"Who was Dongxu talking to?" Zhang Cuihua was a little curious when she saw her son return to the house angrily.

"Who else? That bastard Shazhu. He runs to the backyard every day and tries to get close to my seventh uncle every day," Jia Dongxu said to his mother.

"Anyone can see that Shazhu wants to be your uncle. Can't you see it?" Zhang Cuihua asked her son.

"He is so ugly, how can he be worthy of my aunt?" Jia Dongxu said dissatisfiedly.

"He is not ugly, just a little old and not easy to dress up. He can take a shower, change into clean clothes and have a haircut, and he will be fine. He is still a young man, an eighth-level chef, and earns 37.5 yuan a month. Your aunt is a widow with a daughter. I think they are a good match," Zhang Cuihua listed the conditions of both parties and said to her son.

"I just think Shazhu is not good enough." Jia Dongxu agreed with his mother's words in his heart, but he didn't want to admit it.

"It's true that you don't want a person who has called you brother for twenty years to become your elder one day. What's the big deal? If Shazhu and your aunt are really together, won't we have one more relative in the courtyard, and won't we have more people to help with things? What's more, they are also in the Central Courtyard. You just can't see it. Don't you think calling others "brother" is too little?" Zhang Cuihua didn't lose her temper today, but patiently explained to Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu did not answer, but let out a long sigh. He must have taken Zhang Cuihua's words to heart.

Yi Zhonghai spent a day and a night in the factory security department yesterday. Although he did not suffer in the factory, for a person who cares a lot about his reputation, it is not a good thing to go to the security department frequently. The deaf old lady had been in trouble for several days. The valuables in her house were taken away by the police, which made his plan for many years bankrupt. He originally thought that if he could take care of the old lady, the things in her hands would naturally be his. It would also leave a good impression on the young people in the yard, so that they would know to respect the elderly and have something to look forward to when they are old. However, plans are not as good as changes. The deaf old lady turned out to be a spy? She was shot directly. It was speechless that she could be involved in such a thing.

She was something that the spy Yi Zhonghai didn't believe. No one knew the deaf old lady better than Yi Zhonghai. She was just a concubine of a wealthy businessman. In the early years, the wealthy businessman left the mainland and left her a lot of things. Courtyard No. 95 was her private property. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, in order to create a persona that supported the new society, she donated the yard. I cooperated with her a little, and she kept three rooms. The street office handled the five-guarantee household for her, so that she could have someone to rely on when she was old. She still had a box full of things in her hands. What a pity!

Tell Yi Zhonghai directly that the matter of the deaf old lady must be related to Zhang Dabao. Since he came to No. 95 Courtyard, there have been waves in the courtyard. Dongxu is his relative, and Zhuzi is also willing to be close to him, so the whole courtyard has changed.

This won't work. I originally wanted to use some tricks on him, but I didn't expect that the deaf old lady died before I took any action. I can't act rashly.

"Old Yi, eat something and go to bed early after dinner. You must not have gotten enough rest at the factory yesterday." Liu Cuiping prepared the meal.

"Let's eat. Pay attention to the backyard next time and don't get into conflicts. We can't beat him," Yi Zhonghai suddenly said while sitting at the dinner table.

"I won't mess with him. Just give up. We are so old now," Liu Cuiping persuaded Yi Zhonghai.

Her answer was a long sigh from Yi Zhonghai.

How happy I am on Sunday morning, Zhang Dabiao suddenly thought of a line from a song in the future. Riding a three-wheeled motorcycle, he arrived at the gate of Hongxing Primary School at lightning speed. Today was the time I had agreed with Wenli to deliver the photos.

To be honest, Zhang Dabiao was a little excited today and came a little early. It was not yet eight o'clock when he arrived at the school gate. There were no students in class, and teachers would not come to school if they had nothing to do. He parked the car, put the photo next to him, turned off the engine, and sat in the car with his eyes closed to rest.

At nine o'clock, Wen Li came, wearing a blue navy suit that must have been trimmed, very slim-fitting and showing her figure.

"Sister Wen, I'm here." Zhang Dabao put the bedding and other things on the passenger seat into the car, lowered the car window, and called Wen Li.