Siheyuan: I am the seventh uncle of Banggen

"Stay one more day. If you don't have a fever tomorrow, we'll go back. What shall we eat tonight? How about roujiamo?" Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu.

"Uncle Qi, what is Roujiamo?" Jia Dongxu asked.

"You don't even know what roujiamo is? You are so ignorant. It's made by roasting the meat until it's golden brown and crispy, then cutting it in the middle with a knife, chopping up the braised pork, and then putting some chili and coriander on it. It tastes amazing. It's a Shaanxi specialty," said Zhang Dabia's Jia Dongxu.

"The farthest place I've been is my grandpa's house. There's no place farther than that. I've never even heard of it. How could I know if Seventh Uncle is delicious?" Jia Dongxu's drool was flowing, and he wiped it with his sleeve.

"You'll know in the evening. If it's okay, you can stay here alone. I'll eat, take a shower, and have a good sleep," said Zhang Dabao.

"Seventh Uncle, I'm fine. I think it's okay to be discharged from the hospital now. Please ask Huairu to bring me a pair of pants. I just peed a little," Jia Dongxu said with his head down.

"I really want to beat you to death, you bastard. Are you disgusting? I'm going home and will come again in the evening." Zhang Dabao raised his hand and scared Jia Dongxu so much that he lay down directly.

After Zhang Dabao left in the morning, a fellow patient came to Jia Dongxu's ward. He was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. His wife, who was in her forties, did not dress like an ordinary person and must have worked in a government agency.

After Zhang Dabiao left, the woman asked Jia Dongxu, "Young man, is that your uncle? So young?"

"Is he my uncle? He's my mother's younger brother, from my third uncle's family. He's five years younger than me. What's wrong with you, uncle?" Jia Dongxu was also a little bored, and it would be best if he had someone to chat with.

"Just like you, he had pneumonia caused by a cold. You are almost recovered, but he still has a fever. Was that meat buns your uncle gave you just now? Do we have those in our hospital?" the woman asked again.

"Probably not. My seventh uncle is very capable. He has many comrades-in-arms, and his elders are all leaders. He has wide connections. He should have bought it from some private convenience stores. He also brought me roujiamo in the evening. I haven't eaten it yet. I wonder if it tastes good?" said Jia Dongxu.

"How can it not taste good? We are from Shaanxi and have been in Beijing for more than ten years. The number of times we have eaten roujiamo can be counted on ten fingers," said the woman.

"Is it sold in Beijing? Why haven't I seen it before?" Jia Dongxu was a little surprised.

"Of course there is, otherwise how could your seventh uncle buy it for you? There used to be a shop selling it in Dashilan. It was delicious, but it has been closed for more than a year," said the woman.

"I'm sure he was selling them secretly at home." The smart Jia Dongxu thought of the answer.

"Young man, you seem to have a kind heart. Can you ask your seventh uncle to bring one for us? My husband is sick and he just wants to eat the food from his hometown," the woman said sadly.

"Okay, if my seventh uncle brings me two, I'll give you one each," Jia Dongxu agreed to the woman's request.

"Thank you so much. In the past, when doing favors in Dazhalan, it was 2.5 cents per person and you also needed a meat ticket. I'll give you one dollar per person, but I don't have a meat ticket," said the woman.

"No need. Just ask my seventh uncle when the time comes. But he doesn't care much about money. He has money. At the beginning of the year, he went up the mountain alone and caught 19 wild boars and sold them to the factory. He made a lot of money," said Jia Dongxu.

"Catching nineteen wild boars, so brave?" The woman was surprised.

Jia Dongxu began to talk about the glorious deeds of his seventh uncle.

Zhang Dabao returned to Yard No. 95 and unexpectedly saw Yi Zhonghai, who was walking towards home with a hunched back.

Zhang Dabao thought that it seemed that Yi Zhonghai was also frightened by this incident. He was quite nice to Jia Dongxu and really taught him the techniques, but Jia Dongxu just couldn't learn. As for other apprentices, Yi Zhonghai was not so attentive, so his senior apprentice was not as good as Liu Haizhong, a seventh-level apprentice.

Yi Zhonghai raised Jia Dongxu as his son, but his desire for control was too strong, and he always wanted to control everything. Jia Dongxu, who was heartless, didn't care, and He Yuzhu, who was careless, didn't care either. But why not ask others to agree with your point of view? Isn't it better to put yourself in their shoes? You have to use tricks, as if Yi Zhonghai is the smartest person in the world.

Sometimes being too smart is not a good thing. My cousin Zhang Dasong is a smart man, but his life ends up being a mess.

"Da Biao, is Dongxu feeling better?" Zhang Cuihua thought of her sick son.

"He's much better. He doesn't have a fever anymore. Let him stay for another day to consolidate his condition. If he doesn't have a fever tomorrow, he'll be fine. This time his cold caused pneumonia," Zhang Dabao explained to Zhang Cuihua.

"This bastard Dong Ding just wouldn't listen when I told him not to go into the water. What good could come of him going into the water that time? I beat him up the first time. Last time he went fishing and fell into the water, it took Old Yan to pull him out, and he caught a cold, which cost fifty cents. Five dollars may not be enough this time. If he goes into the water again, I will beat him to death," Zhang Cuihua said angrily.

Zhang Dabao smiled but said nothing, thinking that if Dongxu hadn't gone into the water and hadn't been hospitalized with a fever, he would definitely have gone to take the exam. Maybe you would be the one howling at home now, so be content!

Zhang Cuihua saw her brother smile, but she didn't quite understand what he meant. She wanted to ask about changing Dongxu's position, but before she could ask, Dabiao left first.

"Old Yi, what did you say?" Aunt Liu Cuiping was terrified after hearing Yi Zhonghai's analysis.

"What did I say? Didn't you understand it all? Fortunately Dongxu took a leave. If he had gone, I really don't know what I would do," Yi Zhonghai said with a long sigh.

Chapter 86: Smart Stick

"I heard from Zhang Cuihua that Zhang Dabao in the backyard wants to replace Dongxu. Will he be close to us after the change of position?" Liu Cuiping asked Yi Zhonghai.

"It would be better for Dongxu to change his job. He is not cut out to be a fitter. If he continues to work in the workshop, the consequences will be unpredictable. What happened to Xiao Lu today scared me. I have been working for decades, and I am the first one who can't learn anything like Dongxu, and he is also my apprentice whom I taught carefully. Isn't it infuriating?" Yi Zhonghai said.

"Then he must have kissed Zhang Dabao and the others." Liu Cuiping was still struggling with the previous question.

"Even if Zhang Dabao doesn't change his position, he is still his uncle. Who can change this? After all, Zhang Dabao and Zhang Cuihua have the same grandfather. Although Dongxu can't learn the technology, his character is still okay. Even if he changes his position, I am still his master. I have taught him for more than ten years. I can't disown him as my master," said Yi Zhonghai.

"Dongxu is not bad, but Zhang Cuihua is not easy to get along with, and Zhang Dabao is even worse." Liu Cuiping has no good opinion of the Zhang siblings.

"As long as Dongxu is fine, how can he ignore us when we have problems? We live in the same courtyard. Besides, we still have a house and savings. Even if Zhang Dabao doesn't like it, can Zhang Cuihua not like it?" Yi Zhonghai analyzed the situation to his wife.

"You're right. Be nicer to Dongxu in the future. If it really doesn't work, pay for him to buy a house." Liu Cuiping also wanted to come over.

"That's the right thing to think about. I was scared today and have a slight fever. I'm going to ask Granny Liu on the street to call for me," Yi Zhonghai said to his wife, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Okay, I'll go right away." Liu Cuiping let Yi Zhonghai lie down on the bed, took a piece of Yi Zhonghai's clothes and went out.

Zhang Dabiao went back to the backyard, boiled water, washed himself, changed his clothes, washed his dirty clothes, took out seven or eight steamed buns from the space, put them in the lunch box, and then put them back into the space. Then he lay on the bed and rested for a while.

"Seventh Uncle, why hasn't my father come back yet?" Zhang Dabao heard Banggeng calling him in a daze.

"Your father will be back tomorrow and will have to stay in the hospital for another day. Do you miss him?" Zhang Dabao rubbed his eyes and touched Banggeng's head.

"I miss him a little, but mainly because I'm worried about the money. How much does it cost to stay in the hospital for one day? He didn't take the exam, and he didn't get promoted to level two. I also lost my grandmother's waistcoat," Bang Geng said to Zhang Dabao.

"Banggeng, I find that you are really smarter than your dad. You even know to ask for a waistcoat for your grandma. Your grandma's love for you is not in vain. How about this, your dad didn't pass the second level exam, so I will also make a waistcoat for your grandma, okay?" Zhang Dabao understood the meaning of Banggeng's words.

"That's great! My grandma has been talking about it for days and has been telling people how bad it would be without the waistcoat. I'll go tell her the good news." Banggeng ran out happily.

Zhang Dabao thought to himself, you know what, Banggeng has been smart since he was young, and he even knows how to tease me.

Zhang Dabao looked at the hanging sheepskin and saw that it was almost dry. He decided to make one for Zhang Cuihua at the tailor shop on the street before going out. After all, her grandson was so smart.

Banggeng still has both his parents alive, and I wonder if he will follow the path of a thief. Zhang Dabiao also wants to know. But looking at the current situation, it is unlikely that he will. Zhang Cuihua is living a decent life now, and her values ​​are correct. Apart from being a little doting on her child, she has not taught him any messy things.

"Da Biao, is Dongxu not okay yet?" Zhang Lianhua saw her brother in the yard and walked over to ask.

"He's almost well. You can go home tomorrow if you don't have a fever. This time Dongxu's cold has developed pneumonia, which is a bit serious," said Zhang Dabao.

"Don't let Dongxu play in the water anymore. Every time he goes into the water, something bad happens. Do you want to eat at home?" Zhang Lianhua asked her brother.

"No, wait for Huairu to come and bring some clothes for Dongxu. Just eat something in the hospital. I'll make you a waistcoat too. Banggeng just asked his grandmother about the waistcoat." Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"I don't want it. How can young people wear this? Banggeng is smarter than Dongxu," Zhang Lianhua said with a smile.

Zhang Dabao took the sheepskin and asked Qin Huairu to find clothes for Jia Dongxu. Qin Huairu also wanted to go to the hospital, so Zhang Dabao had to take her to the hospital to see Jia Dongxu.

After Zhang Cuihua was made a waistcoat at a tailor shop on the street, the two of them came to the hospital. Zhang Dabao took out two lunch boxes that he had prepared earlier from the car.

He first went to the cafeteria to get Jia Dongxu a bowl of porridge, and then came to the ward.

"Seventh Uncle, you're here. I'm almost starving." When Jia Dongxu saw the two people coming in, he reached out to take the lunch box first.

"Huai Ru, did you see that? Dongxu is just a foodie. He is not as good as Bang Geng. Bang Geng knew that Dongxu had not been upgraded, so he asked for a waistcoat for his grandmother. But Dongxu only knows how to eat." Zhang Dabao couldn't help it and said something about Jia Dongxu.

"Have you made a waistcoat for my mother?" Jia Dongxu looked up at the two of them and asked.

"Do I need to ask? If your mother didn't have a waistcoat, wouldn't you get beaten when you got home?" Zhang Dabia asked Jia Dongxu with a smile.

"Haha..." Jia Dongxu laughed a few times without saying anything.

"Eat it. I get angry when I see you being so shameless." Zhang Dabao put the bowl of porridge on the cabinet beside Jia Dongxu's bed.

"Seventh Uncle, is this Roujiamo?" Jia Dongxu opened the lunch box, took a deep breath and asked Zhang Dabao.

"You talk too much nonsense. If it's not roujiamo, what is it?" Zhang Dabao said unhappily.

"Seventh uncle, this uncle's hometown is Shaanxi. He is sick and wants to eat roujiamo. Can I give one to him?" Jia Dongxu asked Zhang Dabao carefully.

"Of course, don't give one, give two. Don't you see the two of them?" Zhang Dabao saw the two people looking at this side, nodded and smiled politely.

"Thank you, brother. I just told your nephew that the price at Dazhalan used to be 25 cents each, and you needed a ticket. We don't have a ticket, so is one dollar each okay?" said the woman.

"Sister, don't mention money. Meeting you is fate. Why talk about money for a meal? I bought a lot today, and I still have more." Zhang Dabao took a lunch box and gave it to the woman.

"It's not appropriate not to ask for money..." The woman was about to say something but was stopped by Zhang Dabao.

"If you give me money, I won't give it to you. I'll eat it myself and keep the money. I never know when I'll need your help in the future. Why should I pay for a single bite of food?" Zhang Dabao said firmly.

Seeing this, the woman had no choice but to put the money away.

After dinner, Jia Dongxu changed his clothes and Qin Huairu packed up the dirty clothes.

Chapter 87 Lin Hua's Proposal

After taking the roujiamo from Zhang Dabao, the woman's favorable impression of Zhang Dabao increased greatly. "Brother, do you also work in a steel mill?" the woman asked.

"Yes, I transferred to the steel rolling mill and work in the supply and marketing department. I have more free time now," said Zhang Dabao.

"Supply and Marketing Department, do you know a man named Zhang Dabao?" The woman's question surprised Zhang Dabao, Qin Huairu and Jia Dongxu.

"Yes, you know him?" Zhang Dabao asked, his brain started working, trying to figure out if he had seen the two men there before.

"I don't know him. He saved my grandson. My daughter told me that Xiaoyong was almost dead and it was Zhang Dabao who saved him. My daughter loves him so much that she only has one son. How could she bear it if something happened to him? Even we old couple can't accept it. I'm thinking of finding time to visit him and express my gratitude." The woman's eyes were a little red when she spoke.

"Are you Xiu Ruige's mother-in-law?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Do you know Xiu Rui?" The woman raised her head.

"I know you. Then I can't call you sister. I have to call you aunt. I am Zhang Dabao. My cousin is Li Huaide. I have been friends with Uncle Yu for many years," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"Are you Zhang Dabao? Then I have to say thank you to you," the woman said with tears streaming down her face.

"Don't thank me. I told Uncle Yu that everything is destined by heaven and has no control over us. Xiaoyong has encountered a disaster. It will be a blessing once it is over. The child will have a smooth future." Zhang Dabao comforted the woman.

Because Zhang Dabao had saved the two men's grandson, they became much closer. Through chatting, he learned that the man's name was Ji Denian, who worked at the Dongju District Government as a director, and the woman's name was Lin Hua, who worked at the Dongcheng Post Office as a section chief.

After chatting for a while, they looked at the watch and it was past seven o'clock. It was getting late. Seeing that Jia Dongxu could eat and drink, Zhang Dabao left him alone in the hospital. He said goodbye to Lin Hua and Ji Denian, and left the hospital with Qin Huairu.

The two men looked at each other and understood each other. Zhang Dabao drove to the grove by the river. The motorcycle shook violently for about an hour, then drove out of the woods and returned to Compound No. 95.

It was almost nine o'clock when he returned to Yard 95. Zhang Dabao wanted to go to bed, but the crow that was monitoring Yi Zhonghai responded. Yi Zhonghai was not at home, but had gone out.

At this time, Yi Zhonghai was talking to a man in a corner. The man was about forty years old, of medium build and slightly fat. Zhang Dabao suddenly remembered what Zhang Lianhua's ex-mother-in-law said about going to the countryside and telling her that Zhang Lianhua was in Yard 95. The person had exactly the same body shape and figure. At that time, Zhang Dabao suspected the deaf old lady and Yi Zhonghai. Now it is confirmed that it was Yi Zhonghai who asked this person to go to Jiajia Village to talk about Zhang Lianhua.

Okay, Yi Zhonghai, if you want to play dirty, then I have to play with you properly.

Early the next morning, Zhang Dabao went to the hospital. As soon as he entered the ward, Jia Dongxu and Lin Hua were chatting enthusiastically.

"Auntie Lin," Zhang Dabao greeted.

"Da Biao is here?" Lin Hua smiled politely.