Siheyuan: I am the seventh uncle of Banggen

"Aunt Lin, is Uncle Ji feeling better?" Zhang Dabao asked with concern when he saw that Ji Denian was still in low spirits.

"Lao Ji is still having a fever for two days. Dong Xu recovered after two days of fever. They have the same condition. Is it because Lao Ji is old that he doesn't recover as quickly as the young man?" Lin Hua asked.

"There should be some connection. Dongxu, go to the cafeteria to buy some food. We'll leave after eating." Zhang Dabao turned around and sent Jia Dongxu out.

After Jia Dongxu went out, Zhang Dabao took out three packets of medicine powder wrapped in paper from his arms, "Aunt Lin, Dongxu is getting better quickly. I bought other medicine for you on the black market. I heard that it came from outside. There are three packets left. You give one packet to Uncle Ji first. If it works, you can take the remaining two packets. Both should be taken after meals. If the fever goes down, that's the best. If you're still not well, send someone to the 95th Hospital of Hongxing Street to talk to me, and I'll think of other ways," said Zhang Dabao.

"Da Biao, this thing is quite expensive, right?" Lin Hua took it and asked Zhang Da Biao.

"Aunt Lin, medicine is used to save lives, no matter how expensive it is. Dongxu is well now and doesn't need it anymore. Wouldn't it be a waste to keep it with me?" Zhang Dabao said.

"Da Biao, I really don't know what to say." Lin Hua was a little moved.

"Aunt Lin, it's fate. If we were both in good health and not in the hospital, we might not know each other now. You would not even know that you are Xiaoyong's grandmother. Uncle Yu and my cousin have been friends for many years. You are not a stranger," Zhang Dabao persuaded Lin Hua.

"Da Biao, I've remembered the favor. I just asked your nephew, does he want to change his job?" Lin Hua said.

"Aunt Lin, my nephew is so amazing. He has been a first-level worker at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill for seven years, and he has become the record holder for the longest time as a first-level worker in the factory. People laugh at him. I think there is not much room for him to develop as a locksmith, so I want to ask my cousin to send him to a leisurely place," said Zhang Dabao with an awkward smile.

"If he is at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, people will still laugh at him. If you don't move a tree, it will die; if you move a person, he will live. Why not let him come to the post office?" Lin Hua suggested.

"That's a good idea. But Dongxu is a very volatile person. He can't concentrate on his work. He can't do detailed work, and he can't do any writing or calculations." Zhang Dabao didn't want to cause trouble for him.

"It's okay. We have plenty of jobs. He can be letter sorting, postman, and warehouse keeper." Lin Hua introduced several jobs.

"Auntie Lin, let me ask him. He doesn't have much ability, but he has a lot of problems. My sister and brother-in-law spoiled him. I'll come to the hospital tomorrow and tell you if it works." Zhang Dabia nodded and agreed.

At this time, Jia Dongxu came back with buns and porridge, and he even remembered to buy some for Lin Hua and the other two. He still had some brains.

After breakfast, the doctor came to work and examined Jia Dongxu's condition again, then discharged both of them from the hospital.

"Seventh Uncle, I spent eleven dollars. Isn't this robbery?" Jia Dongxu kept muttering after paying the bill.

"Have you paid the money? Did I ask you to pay it back? Get in the car quickly. I have something to discuss with you when we get home." Zhang Dabao was tired of hearing this grown man nagging non-stop.

After the two entered the yard, Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu to call Zhang Cuihua to his house in the backyard, and the three of them discussed things.

"Da Biao, what do you want to discuss?" Zhang Cuihua came over with the child in her arms and about ten yuan in her hand, which she put on the table.

"Put it away. I do need this little money. Otherwise, give it to Dongxu as pocket money," said Zhang Dabao after looking at the money.

"What's the difference between giving him the money and losing it?" Zhang Cuihua originally wanted to give more to her brother, but when she heard that her brother wanted to give his son pocket money, she immediately put the money away.

Chapter 88 Let Dongxu go to the Post Office

"You said that bastard, you didn't let him go into the water, now he spent more than ten yuan." Although Zhang Cuihua kept the money, she still felt heartbroken because her brother gave the money to the hospital.

"Don't say that. Do you know what would happen if Dongxu didn't go to the factory instead of being hospitalized?" Zhang Dabao asked Zhang Cuihua.

"What? Maybe he can pass the second level." Zhang Cuihua glared at Jia Dongda.

"Dongxu is 46, right?" Zhang Dabao asked his nephew.

Jia Dongxu nodded.

"Do you know, during the exam that day, Jia Dongxu from No. 46 took a leave and did not take the exam, so Lv Wenming from No. 47 took the exam first. As a result, Lv Wenming was hit in the chest by a flying sword from the next workstation and died on the spot," Zhang Dabao said to Zhang Cuihua and her son.

"Da Biao, is it true?" Zhang Cuihua's face turned pale after hearing this.

"What would have happened if Dongxu hadn't asked for leave? Lao Yi knows this best. When Lao Yi comes back in the evening, you two can go ask him," said Zhang Dabao.

"Seventh Uncle, if I hadn't asked for leave, would I have been hit in the chest?" Jia Dongxu asked.

"Maybe, maybe not. This is the situation, this is the thing. At that time, you should have been taking the exam, not Lu Wenming. But he died, and that was his fate. So, it is said that misfortune may be a blessing in disguise. If we can't pass the second level, then we can't pass it. At least we are still alive and well," Zhang Dabao comforted Zhang Cuihua and her son.

"Da Biao, what does 'stuffing a horse' mean?" Zhang Cuihua didn't understand.

"Dongxu, tell your mother." Zhang Dabao felt a little tired. It was too strenuous to speak and it was of no use.

"Seventh Uncle, I don't know what it means. Is 'Sai' the name of a horse..." Before Jia Dongxu finished speaking, Zhang Dabao opened it.

"It's nothing. I told you not to study hard." Zhang Dabao stood up and hit Jia Dongxu on the back four or five times before he calmed down a little.

"Now the three of us have something to discuss, which is Dongxu's job. I thought about it, if Dongxu was still in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, no matter what position he was in, others would definitely laugh at him for being a perennial first-class worker. Sister, what do you think?" Zhang Dabao asked Zhang Cuihua.

"Seventh Uncle, I'm not afraid of being laughed at," said Jia Dongxu.

"You are so shameless, do we have no shame too?" Zhang Dabao slapped Jia Dongxu twice again.

"Da Biao is right, Dongxu, you are shameless. Even if you become the factory director, others will definitely say that Jia Dongxu is not even a second-level worker and that he must have become the factory director through connections," said Zhang Cuihua.

"Sister, it's a bit difficult for Dongxu to be the factory director. You'd better educate Banggeng well. He has been smart since he was a child and better than his father. We met Uncle Yu's in-laws in the hospital, the same in-laws of Director Yu who came with my cousin that day. Aunt Lin is a leader in the Dongcheng Post Office, and I want to bring Dongxu over there," Zhang Dabao expressed his thoughts.

"The post office is a great place. It's great to deliver letters on a bicycle." Jia Dongxu stood up happily.

"I think it's okay. It won't cause any trouble to others, right?" Zhang Cuihua asked her brother.

"What's the trouble? My seventh uncle saved his grandson's life and she is a leader. It's nothing..." Jia Dongxu was still nagging and didn't notice that Zhang Cuihua had stood up and put the child on the bed.

"Mom, what are you doing? Why is this happening?" Zhang Cuihua's slaps hit Jia Dongxu's body like a rainstorm. Since they were in the house, Jia Dongxu was sitting inside and it was difficult for him to run, so he was hit many times in a row.

"Are you talking human language? Who taught you that? You don't learn the serious stuff, but do all this mess every day." Zhang Cuihua was sweating from the fight.

"Stop hitting this bastard. It's not worth it to tire yourself out by hitting him. If you hurt him, you'll have to spend money on his medical treatment, which is even more not worth it," Zhang Dabao advised. Zhang Cuihua stopped and sat on the stool again.

Jia Dongxu was a little confused. What did Uncle Qi mean by this? It's not worth it to beat me up. Is there anyone who can persuade others like you?

Jia Dang, who was sitting on the bed, thought the adults were playing games and laughed happily. Zhang Dabao picked her up.

"You are not even as good as Xiaodang. She won't make your mother angry," Zhang Dabao said to Jia Dongxu again.

"Da Biao, this bastard has pissed me off to death. Let's invite Leader Lin to dinner and buy some things for him," said Zhang Cuihua.

"Don't worry about this, I'll take care of it. I'm doing this for your sake. I don't want anything to happen to this bastard. Just blame it on Jia Youfu," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"Dongxu and Youfu are so different. Youfu never causes anyone to worry." Zhang Cuihua thought of her late husband and her eyes became moist.

"Go to the post office and work hard. There are no relatives as leaders there. It's up to you whether you do a good job or not. If you don't do well, there's nothing we can do," Zhang Dabao warned Jia Dongxu.

"Seventh Uncle, don't worry, I will do my best." Jia Dongxu also has advantages, that is, he has a good attitude to admit his mistakes and he pats his chest loudly.

"Want to be a postman?" Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu.

"Of course I do. It's so cool to deliver mail on a green bike," Jia Dongxu said happily.

"I will go to the hospital and talk to Aunt Lin tomorrow. By the way, don't you know how to ride a bike?" Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu.

"I don't know how, but I can learn. I can't not even learn how to ride a bicycle, right?" Jia Dongxu said a little arrogantly.

"You can. My bicycle is outside. I'll practice in the yard. Don't tell anyone about this in advance. Don't talk like a cotton trouser waist," Zhang Dabao instructed Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu happily went out to practice riding a bicycle.

Zhang Cuihua looked at Zhang Dabao speechlessly, not knowing what to say.

"Sister, as long as the person is well, it's better than anything else. He is an only son. There are many people who have no future, but Dongxu is not a big deal. It's good to have him by your side to serve you," said Zhang Dabia.

"What about the job at Dongxu factory?" asked Zhang Cuihua.

"I'll ask my cousin this afternoon. He was dealing with an accident yesterday and I didn't see him," said Zhang Dabao.

"Okay, that position in the union is so good, it's a pity," said Zhang Cuihua, standing up.

Zhang Cuihua came out of her brother's room, sat at the door holding her child and watched Jia Dongxu learning to ride a bicycle. Jia Dongxu was shouting and calling the three aunts in the front yard. Together with the second aunt and Xu Damao's mother in the backyard, four or five old ladies watched Jia Dongxu learning to ride a bicycle and gave him some pointers from time to time. Zhang Dabao watched through the window and thought it was interesting.

Zhang Dabao went to the steel mill at two o'clock in the afternoon. This time Li Huaide was in his office.

Chapter 89 Li Huaide's Suggestions

After listening to Zhang Dabiao's words, Li Huaide began to ask, "Should Jia Dongxu go to the post office?"

"My sister was scared to death when something happened to Lv Wenming in the factory. My cousin, if Dongxu had not asked for leave, he might have been the one hit by the workpiece that day. He was No. 46 and Lv Wenming was No. 47. Because Dongxu asked for leave, Lv Wenming took the exam first," said Zhang Dabia.

"Dongxu is not cut out to be a fitter. Even if you hadn't told me, I would have wanted to change his job. Now everyone in the factory knows that I am Jia Dongxu's great uncle. I feel a bit pressured to have a grandson who is a first-class worker in seventh grade," Li Huaide said with a smile.

Zhang Dabao also laughed after hearing this. Who doesn't have pressure? Yi Zhonghai has been teaching his disciples for five or six years and has never talked about it.

"Did Lin Hua recruit him or transfer him?" Li Huaide asked Zhang Dabao.

"Aunt Lin didn't say this, is there any difference?" Zhang Dabao asked Li Huaide.

"The gap is too big. If Dongxu recruits workers, the Jia family's work position in the factory will have to be retained. However, no one in his family comes to work anymore. If there is a transfer, the Jia family will lose their work position in the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill," said Li Huaide.

"There are still workstations?" Zhang Dabao was surprised. "Uncle, I will ask Aunt Lin tomorrow, if it is possible to recruit workers, we will try our best to do it, and then let my eldest sister come to work, and arrange a job for her that she can do, so that she can retire. She is 47 years old this year, and she will retire in a few more years, and she can still receive some pension. She only has Dongxu as her son, and it is too difficult to expect Jia Dongxu to make more money." Zhang Dabao expressed his thoughts.

"Your elder sister is a talented person. When Lao Yu and I went to your hospital, we saw her arguing with a person named Liu Chuncao. We were both shocked. She must be a professional. She speaks rich language, makes exaggerated movements, and has good expression management. She is definitely a talented person," said Li Huaide and burst into laughter.

Zhang Dabao felt a little embarrassed and laughed a few times along.

"If Zhang Cuihua can come, I will make good arrangements and make the best use of her talents. Don't worry, Da Biao." Li Huaide felt that he laughed more today than in the previous month.

After Zhang Dabao came out of Li Huaide's office, he went to his workstation in the Supply and Marketing Department and sat for a while, chatting with his colleagues. Seeing that it was almost four o'clock, the comrades in the Supply and Marketing Department got up and went home.

When he was almost at Yard 95, Zhang Dabao saw a man riding a bicycle in the distance, zigzagging on the street. It was obvious that the rider was a novice, so he stopped to the side and waited for him to pass by. The man just got off the bicycle and came over.

"Seventh Uncle, I learned it." The bastard Jia Dongxu came over.

"So fast, it seems that except for locksmithing, you can do everything else," Zhang Dabao couldn't help but mock him.

"Is it necessary? I'll go first." Jia Dongxu turned the bike around and rode towards Yard 95.

"Da Biao, Dongxu dropped his bicycle several times," Zhang Cuihua said to herself as soon as she entered the yard.

"Go ahead and drop it. They're all made of iron and can't be broken. But don't hurt Dongxu," Zhang Dabao said, waving his hand.

"Can it compare with a bicycle? A bicycle costs 185 yuan, and you need a ticket. How much can it be worth?" said Zhang Cuihua.

"Sister, Dongxu learns to ride a bike very quickly. It seems he is not stupid," Zhang Dabia said as they walked.

"Who says he is stupid? If he wants to do something, he will learn it quickly. He can learn quickly about stealing, skipping school, playing with fire, catching birds and fishing. But he is not good at studying and learning technology. Isn't it infuriating?" Zhang Cuihua complained about her son as they walked.

"It's a bit infuriating. You two have spoiled him. Who else except you spoils a child like this? Let's not talk about Liu Haizhong, but there is no such person in Teacher Yan, the Niu family, the Zheng family, and the Guo family. When you were in the village, you saw how your family disciplined your brothers. A young tree cannot be left straight without pruning. However, Dongxu is grown up now and it's useless for you to prune it. Let him be happy," Zhang Dabao advised Zhang Cuihua.

Zhang Cuihua didn't say anything and just nodded.

"Oh!" Zhang Dabao and Zhang Cuihua walked to the backyard and heard Jia Dongxu shouting, and then the bicycle clanged. It seemed that Jia Dongxu fell to the ground again.

"Dongxu, can you pass such a high threshold?" Aunt Yang Ruihua asked Jia Dongxu.

"I couldn't stop, so the three aunts helped me and lifted the bicycle off me," said Jia Dongxu.