Siheyuan: I am the seventh uncle of Banggen

"What else can I do? I ***..." Zhang Cuihua began to greet Liu Chuncao's mother, and Liu Chuncao also greeted the ancestors of the Zhang and Jia families.

So the people in the yard gathered around again.

"Stop arguing. What are you doing here this time?" Liu Haizhong walked over with his hands behind his back.

"Master Liu, I came to apologize to Teacher Yan. Before I could finish my words, Sister Liu and Sister Zhang started arguing," said Zhao Chunyan.

"Zhang Cuihua, Liu Chuncao, stop arguing. Zhao Chunyan is here to apologize. She has something important to say," Liu Haizhong said to the two people who were arguing. Then he turned around and said to Zhao Chunyan, "The person you introduce must be carefully selected. Is it appropriate for you to introduce a pregnant woman?"

"Master Liu, you are right. I also feel that it is not suitable. This time I have prepared a good candidate to introduce to Jie Cheng," said Zhao Chunyan.

"Tell me, if they quarrel again, I won't let them off." Liu Haizhong put his hands behind his back and returned to the crowd.

"Teacher Yan, this time I'd like to introduce you to Meng Wutong from the front street. She is 23 years old this year and is extremely beautiful. She is definitely not pregnant. I verified this with her last night," said Zhao Chunyan.

Chapter 97: Yan Jiecheng's Marriage Proposal (Part 2)

"Who? Meng Wutong? She is three years older than Jie Cheng, and the key is that she is divorced." Yan Bugui seemed to know this woman.

"Teacher Yan, you are prejudiced. A girl who is three years older than a university student is rich and knows how to love people when she grows up. What's wrong with being divorced? You are a teacher and you should know that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles, and traveling thousands of miles is not as good as meeting countless people. Isn't it good to have more experience?" Zhao Chunyan directly retorted.

"No, absolutely no. Not only is the money she earns dirty, but she also had an abortion. Everyone on the street knows that." Yan Bugui directly rejected Zhao Chunyan's proposal.

"Teacher Yan, what's unclean about the money she earns? It's all men's hard-earned money. She's had an abortion, which means she's in good health. The most important thing is that she doesn't want a dowry. Think about it, not only does she not have to pay to marry a wife, but she can also make money for the family. Where can you find such a good thing?" Zhao Chunyan continued.

"Zhao Chunyan, I'm ***" Yang Ruihua rushed forward in anger. But Liu Chuncao, who was on the side, had been prepared and hugged her again. Zhao Chunyan left quickly, leaving behind the laughing crowd and Yan Bugui carrying seven or eight apples.

Yan Bugui was stunned and stood there motionless. He didn't know why such a thing happened. Any normal person would know that someone was targeting him and wanted to kill him.

It's over. His family's reputation is ruined. It will be very difficult for Yan Jiecheng to find a good wife again.

Yan Jiecheng also sat there motionless, no one knew what he was thinking. He should also know that his marriage was in trouble.

Today is another happy night in the No. 95 compound, which is seriously inconsistent with the atmosphere of the upcoming Qingming Festival. Today, several people in the No. 95 compound choked while eating, just because they recalled Zhao Chunyan's words, which were so fucking cruel.

Zhang Cuihua couldn't stop laughing today, and she didn't even eat because she choked and her snot fell into the porridge. But today she also found the problem, she knew Zhao Chunyan and Liu Chuncao very well. Zhao Chunyan couldn't say such words because she had never been to school, and her words were not something a shrew could say. Could it be that Yan Bugui had offended someone? Zhang Cuihua was excited.

Zhang Cuihua came to the backyard and shared her discovery with her younger brothers and sisters, which made Zhang Dabao and Zhang Lianhua laugh.

"Sister, everyone knows that Old Yan's family has been targeted. He has offended the matchmaker. It seems that this has some impact on the marriages of his children," Zhang Dabao said with a smile.

"Old Yan is really stingy, but he usually doesn't offend anyone, and even if he does, he doesn't offend them badly. It must be Yang Ruihua who has offended Zhao Chunyan." Zhang Cuihua figured out the problem.

"These have nothing to do with us. I want to go back to the village to visit the grave tomorrow. Will you go with me? Second sister won't go back. What Jia Youxing's mother did those two times was too much," Zhang Dabao asked Zhang Cuihua.

"Go back to Zhangjia Village? I want to go back, but I also want to go back to Jiajia Village. I haven't talked to Youfu for a long time. He knows that our family is getting better and better. It would be great if he were still alive." Zhang Cuihua, who was still happy a second ago, thought of her late husband Jia Youfu and shed tears sadly.

"Okay, I'll bring Dongxu with me tomorrow and send you to Jiajia Village first. I'll pick you up in the afternoon. Whose house are you going to have dinner at?" Zhang Dabao asked.

"Let's eat at Dongxu's third uncle's house. I haven't seen Cai for several years. I wonder how he is doing," Zhang Cuihua said with a sigh.

"Da Biao, when you go to the grave, go to my father's place and burn some paper for me and tell him that I'm doing well." At this time, Zhang Cuihua was in tears and no longer looked like a shrew.

In the front yard, at Yan's house, the air seemed to be frozen.

"Old Yang, we may have offended someone. You all should think about it, especially Jie Cheng. Who did we offend? Did we offend Zhao Chunyan?" Yan Bugui asked his wife and children.

"Dad, I can't possibly offend anyone, let alone Aunt Zhao. I was counting on her to find me a good wife. Now what happens? Will anyone find me a wife in the future?" Yan Jiecheng collapsed.

"Me neither," Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang also shook their heads.

Everyone looked at Yang Ruihua.

"I didn't mess with Zhao Chunyan. A few days ago, I told her to keep an eye out for good girls and introduce them to Jie Cheng," said Yang Ruihua.

"Did you give money to the matchmaker?" Yan Bugui asked.

"Are you going to give it to her before the introduction? It's not like you won't give it to her after you introduce her to the girl," said Yang Ruihua.

"It seems that the problem lies with you. Nowadays, matchmaking requires money to be paid first. What if you don't give it after the introduction? You are breaking the unspoken rules of their industry," Yan Bugui said, pointing at Ji Ruihua.

"What should we do? Send the money to her again?" Yang Ruihua asked his wife a little angrily.

"Is it useful to send him a gift? Now that things have become like this, he should look for a job first. Without a job, Jie Cheng can only find a wife like this. There is no possibility of finding a good one at all," Yan Bugui concluded.

"Dad, there aren't many odd jobs available nowadays. There aren't any proper jobs, not even temporary jobs," Yan Jiecheng said to his father.

"How could there be no one? Zhang Cuihua is 47 years old and can still work in the factory," Yan Bugui said loudly to his son.

"Zhang Cuihua was able to work in the factory because she has a good brother. First, he gave a pig to Qin Huairu to get a job, and now he saved a life and got Jia Dongxu a job. We don't have any meat, and we haven't saved anyone, so why should they give me a job?" There is some truth in Yan Jiecheng's words.

"So let's find out first." Yan Bugui certainly knew these things, and his tone became a little gentler.

"Now all units in the city are downsizing. In the past six months, the street office has only arranged a job for Liu Guangtian. The street office also feels sorry for him and doesn't want anything to happen. Now whenever you go to the street office to ask, there is no position. If you can't find a job, ask someone. Taking over a position is the best way." Yan Jiecheng has been looking for work everywhere since he finished junior high school, but he hasn't been arranged for any job until now, so he knows more.

"Replace the position? How did you come up with that idea? A collective position like Liu Guangtian's costs three hundred yuan. Do we have that money?" Yan Bugui got angry when he heard about the money.

"It costs a year's money, but I can get the money back every month. I've thought about it. As long as my family pays for me to take up the position, I will only need three yuan for pocket money every month within two years, and I can give the rest to my family. After I get married, I will have to give at least half of my salary to them." Yan Jiecheng worked hard for his job. He knew that he would not be able to impress his father unless he made a big bet in the Yan family.

"Okay, Jie Cheng, write down what you said. Our family can't just talk about it. I must keep evidence." When Yan Bugui heard what his son said, he felt that there was profit to be made and wanted to agree.

"I'll write it." Yan Jiecheng wrote the document and handed it to his father. Yan Bugui agreed to him and began to inquire about the job.

Chapter 98: Zhang Cuihua and her son return to their hometown

There are many rains in the Qingming season, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls.

Today is Qingming Festival, and there are sporadic drizzles in the sky, like people's tears of missing their families. On the way back home, Jia Dongxu sat in the co-pilot seat, and Zhang Cuihua sat in the car, and none of the three spoke.

A little after nine in the morning, Zhang Dabao's motorcycle arrived at Jiajia Village, "Dongxu, where is your third uncle's house? I will go to his house to call you in the afternoon."

"Seventh Uncle, it's the second house on the left at the entrance of the village. I haven't been back for several years. I wonder how my third uncle is doing now?" Jia Dongxu said with a sigh.

"Go and see if there is anyone at home. If there is, come and call your mother. If not, I will send you directly to the cemetery," Zhang Dabao said to Jia Dongxu.

After Jia Dongxu called, he opened the car door and entered the village, and pushed open the door of Jia Youcai's house, "Third Uncle, are you home?"

"Who is it?" Jia Youcai came out.

"Uncle San, it's me, Dongxu." Jia Dongxu saw his uncle whom he hadn't seen for several years. Looking at the face that looked somewhat like his father, his voice choked.

"Are you Dongxu from my eldest brother's family?" Jia Youcai is only forty years old this year, but he dresses like an old man and speaks like one, too.

"Uncle San, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Jia Dongxu asked Jia Youcai.

"I'm hungry. There's not enough food in the village. I only have two meals a day, and they're just porridge and wild vegetables. How can I have the energy? Will you come to visit the grave? You go to the cemetery by yourself. I can't go. I don't have the strength." Jia Youcai let his nephew enter the house first.

"Uncle San, my mother is still in the car. She and I will go to the cemetery first, and then come to your house for lunch. I have brought food." Jia Dongxu finally understood why his seventh uncle asked him to bring dry food when he went out, and to bring more.

"Sister-in-law is back, let me go with you," Jia Youcai heard that Zhang Cuihua had returned, and felt that it was a bit inappropriate not to go to the cemetery with Dongxu and his mother, so he took out a knife and paper from the house and brought his eldest son Jia Dongyong out.

"Dongyong is he seventeen or eighteen this year? He is taller than me." Jia Dongxu greeted his cousin when he saw him.

"Brother, I'm seventeen." Jia Dongyong was a little shy.

"Let's go to the village entrance. My seventh uncle's car is there. Let them take us to the cemetery." Jia Dongxu came over with his uncle and cousin.

"Brother Youcai" Zhang Dabao saw Jia Youcai, got out of the car and greeted him.

"Dabao, you brought my sister-in-law back. Let's have lunch at home at noon." Jia Youcai gave way to Zhang Dabao. He was my sister-in-law's younger brother. He was famous in Jiajia Village. He had beaten countless people, but nothing happened to him. There was no one in Jiajia Village who was not afraid of him.

"Brother Youcai, that's not necessary. I haven't been home yet. Send elder sister and Dongxu down first, and I'll come to your house to pick them up in the afternoon." Zhang Dabao politely declined Jia Youcai's invitation.

He let Jia Youcai sit in the front to point the direction, and Zhang Cuihua and the other two sat in the back. They arrived at the Jia family's cemetery, dropped off the four people, and Zhang Dabao drove back to Zhangjia Village.

When she arrived at Jia Youfu's grave, Zhang Cuihua threw herself on his grave and burst into tears, as if she wanted to vent all the bitterness of these years.

Calling Jia Youfu's name and crying about their lives over the years, Jia Dongxu, Jia Youcai and Jia Dongyong couldn't help but shed tears.

The three members of the Jia family visited the graves of Jia Dongxu's grandparents, great-grandfather, and great-grandmother.

"Sister-in-law, go back. Your brother knows all your suffering, but what can he do? Don't cry anymore. It will hurt your body." Jia Youcai came over to persuade Zhang Cuihua.

"Youcai and Youfu have been gone for more than ten years. I have rarely been back. Now that I have finally come back, I want to talk to them. I don't know when I will come again." Zhang Cuihua stopped grieving and said to her brother-in-law.

"Mom, don't cry." Jia Dongxu also came over to persuade his mother.

"Dongxu, give the things you brought to your third uncle and ask him to go home and cook. You wait for me downstairs for a while, I want to talk to your father." Zhang Cuihua left a little of each offering on the grave, collected the rest, wrapped them into a piece, and gave it to Jia Dongxu.

Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu gave the bag to Jia Youcai. Jia Youcai asked Jia Dongyong and Jia Dongxu to wait here together, and he returned to the village alone.

Zhang Cuihua stopped crying and began to tell Jia Youfu about the changes in her family. After that she burst into tears again. Without waiting for Jia Dongxu to come and persuade her, she got up and went down the mountain with her son and nephew.

Jia Dongxu and Zhang Cuihua brought food, including seven or eight steamed buns, two fried fish, fried tofu, and a pack of snacks. If Jia Dongxu and his mother hadn't brought anything back, Jia Youcai would have had to let them eat wild vegetables, because it was a lean season and there was no food. Fortunately, there was a mountain behind Jiajia Village, and there were wild vegetables in the mountain, which allowed the villagers to barely make ends meet.

"Dad, my sister-in-law brought a lot of things. Have you eaten them all?" Jia Youcai's wife felt a little distressed.

"Without these, what will we use to entertain sister-in-law and Dongxu? Where is the decent food at home? Let them eat first, and we will eat the rest. We will cook a pot of wild vegetable porridge and let the children have a good meal," said Jia Youcai.

"Well, what kind of world is this?" Jia Youcai's wife sighed and looked at her two sons and one daughter in the family, all looking at the food on the table. She felt very upset, so she opened the snacks and gave one to each of the children. She didn't eat it herself, but just licked the fingers that held the snack. They were too sweet.

Zhang Cuihua and Jia Dongxu came to Jia Youcai's house for dinner and talked about the changes in their lives in recent years. They also heard about how Zhang Dabao made a big fuss in Jiajia Village after Jia Youxing's death, and beat up four or five of Jia's brothers and nephews, making his seventh uncle embarrassed. They felt that Zhang Dabao was really good to his family, both to Zhang Lianhua and to Zhang Cuihua.

"Da Biao does have a bad temper. He is very strict with Dongxu now. Even if Dongxu makes a mistake, his seventh uncle shows no mercy," Zhang Cuihua said to Jia Youcai.

"He also beats his nephew?" Jia Youcai was a little surprised.

"Is it abnormal to beat your nephew? Dongxu has changed a lot now. Dabiao asked someone to get him a job at the post office, and he will be a postman in the future," Zhang Cuihua said proudly to Jia Youcai.

"Postman? Delivering a letter to us?" Jia Youcai and his wife were even more surprised.

"It's so tiring to deliver mail near the steel mill outside the city." Zhang Cuihua finally felt proud of her son.

Zhang Dabao returned to the village and went straight to the cemetery. He drove his motorcycle to the side of the road and visited the graves of his grandparents and parents one after another. There were traces of burning paper in front of the graves of his grandparents, uncle and second uncle, it seemed that his brothers had all visited them.

I didn't go back to the village. I ate something in the hut in front of the tomb and meditated for a while. This is not the top of the mountain, and I don't feel any progress in practicing the exercises. I should go to Wangjiaqiao Village and try again. The top of the mountain there should be more effective.

I looked at the watch and it was already past two in the afternoon. I went down the mountain to Jiajia Village to pick up Zhang Cuihua and her son, and then returned to the city.

I came down the mountain to the motorcycle and saw two people standing next to it.

Chapter 95 Qin Jingru Arrives at Courtyard No.

Zhang Dabao saw a middle-aged man in his thirties and a girl about fourteen or fifteen standing in front of the car. When they saw Zhang Dabao coming, the man came over to greet him.

"Brother, is this your car? Are you from Zhangjia Village?" The man asked when he saw Zhang Dabao coming down from the Zhang family cemetery.