1952: Walking through Nantongluo Alley

It was not until the evening that the three old men and Jia Zhang returned to the courtyard from the hospital.

Tingting stayed in the hospital to accompany Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu's stuffed pigs were also taken back with them. The doctor said that they had to use lard residue, otherwise they would rot and spoil in a few days.

Back in the courtyard, Jia Zhang poured half a pot of lard. When wisps of black smoke rose from the lard, Jia Zhang carefully threw Jia Dongxu's thing into the pot.

With the sound of frying, Jia Zhang turned over with chopsticks with tears in her eyes.

She was afraid that it would be burnt accidentally.

"Dongxu, don't blame me. I had no choice."

"I hope that Old Jia is still alive and that Tingting is pregnant. Otherwise, the incense of our Old Jia family will be destroyed in my hands."

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Accompanied by the aroma of meat, Jia Zhang took the root of the fish out of the pot.

At this time, the roots of the shrimp have been fried until they are golden in color and have a faint meaty aroma.

It kept floating along the kitchen of Jia Zhang's house and towards the courtyard.

The third aunt is about to give birth. While drinking the bland fish soup made by Yan Bugui for her, she pursed her lips. She was a little angry now.

When other people were in confinement after childbirth, they either ate pork or old hens, but she only had fish soup, and she could only drink it once every ten days or half a month.

The rest of the time I eat cornmeal steamed bread with pickles.

At this time, there seemed to be the aroma of meat wafting in the air, and the third aunt sniffed it.

"Old man, do you smell it? Who is making lard here? Why does it smell so good?"

"Why don't we go and see which neighbor it is and see if we can ask for some lard scraps. If that doesn't work, we can buy some with our own money."

After hearing this, Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiekuang both started drooling.

"Dad, buy some lard scraps. We haven't eaten meat in a long time."

"Dad, I want to eat too..."

Yan Bugui slammed his chopsticks on the table and looked at the mother and her two daughters with a cold face.

"What are you eating? Are you not satisfied with the pickles?"

"Old woman, you're the same. You know how tired I am every day when I get off work, carrying a bucket of water to Shichahai, in order to make fish soup for you?"

"You're so good! Not only do you not show any consideration for me, you even complain about the poor food!"

"Don't you see what the three of us eat besides you?"

Under normal circumstances, Yan Bugui would probably go and buy two cents worth of lard scraps to improve the food for his family.

But today is different. No one in the compound would boil lard at night.

It was obvious that Jia Zhang was frying Jia Dongxu's roots.

When Auntie Three saw that Yan Bugui was about to get angry, she immediately wilted, lowered her head to drink the fish soup and dared not say anything more.

Everyone knows that Liu Haizhong is the most cruel wife-beater in the courtyard, but in fact Yan Bugui is no less cruel.

Don’t be fooled by Yan Bugui’s seemingly kind and honest appearance. In fact, he is very cruel when he beats his wife.

Xu Damao's home.

His family has always kept a little black dog.

For dinner, Xu Damao threw him half a steamed bun, but the little black dog didn't eat a single bite.

It kept smelling the aroma of meat in the air, and the smell made it drool.

Late at night, when everyone was asleep, the little black dog ran out of Xu Damao's house and ran towards Jia Zhang's house, the source of the fragrance.

Jia Zhang was worried that Jia Dongxu's thing would be taken away by a night cat, so she covered it with a cover.

Jia Zhang thought that what he had done was perfect and would not be taken away by the night cat.

Early the next morning, Jia Zhang came to the table and looked at the empty table and the cover thrown aside.

The small bowl that originally contained the roots of the devil was now empty.

"Where's the guy?" Jia Zhang frantically searched the room.

Unfortunately, after searching for several times, there was still no trace of the guy.

She panicked. If the thing was stolen, Jia Dongxu would definitely not let it go!

"Impossible, impossible. I covered it well with a cover yesterday. It's impossible that a stray cat stole it."

"Someone must have come to my house last night and deliberately took advantage of my misfortune!"

As she spoke, Jia Zhang's expression became ferocious.

She ran out the door and yelled to everyone.

"Everyone, come out here and start a general meeting!"

"Do you really think my Jia family is easy to bully? Today, I, Jia Zhang, must fight you to the death!!!"

Three uncles came rushing over upon hearing the noise.

Yi Zhonghai asked anxiously.

"What happened to my sister-in-law?"

"Someone stole Dongxu's dick!!!"

"What? Who stole it?"

“I don’t know who it is, but it must be a resident of our compound!”

"Old sister-in-law, don't worry, I, Yi Zhonghai, will definitely give your Jia family justice!"

Yi Zhonghai was really angry today.

Not only did his apprentice become a disabled person, but even his body was stolen.

This kind of humiliation and provocation was more painful than a pair of slaps constantly slapping his old face.

"Shazhu, Xu Damao, you two go and carry the Eight Immortals Table."

"Okay, uncle, we'll go right away."

Sha Zhu straightened his back and reported.

These days, Yu Shui kept praising the old man and the old woman in front of him, and he even didn't want to go home.

Sha Zhu was very touched. The aunt and uncle took care of Yu Shui so well, almost better than his father He Daqing.

"Xu Damao, what are you hesitating about? Didn't you hear the uncle ask us to carry the eight-immortal table?"

Xu Damao lowered his head anxiously, looking around for something.

"My little black dog hasn't come home all night, and I'm worried it might be stolen again."

"It's just a dog. Come back if you want. Come with me and carry the Eight Immortals Table."

Regardless of whether Xu Damao agreed or not, Sha Zhu simply grabbed his collar and went to lift the eight-immortals table.

......

Chen Xiao and Qin Huairu each held a small stool, and Chen Xiao also held half a pound of melon seeds in his hand.

He didn't know what the content of today's plenary meeting was.

There is no need to know. Just eat melon seeds and watch the show with Qin Huairu.

"Hmph!" Jia Zhang snorted coldly at Chen Xiao.

The two of them were such a perfect match, a handsome man and a beautiful woman. Looking at herself, Dongxu was so jealous that she wanted to go up and tear Chen Xiao apart.

She whispered to Yi Zhonghai.

"Uncle, I suspect that it was that brat Chen Xiao who stole it!"

"Sister-in-law, don't accuse a good person without evidence..."

"The dust hasn't settled yet, we can't jump to any conclusions!"

Yi Zhonghai reminded.

It would have been fine if he didn’t know about Chen Xiao’s relationship with the deputy factory director before.

Now that he knew, why would he still try to make things difficult for Chen Xiao? If the deputy director knew about it, it would definitely affect his future career path.

He also wanted to become the first eighth-level fitter in the factory.

"Uncle, Dongxu is your apprentice, and Chenxiao is just your neighbor. You should weigh the pros and cons of these two relationships."

"I've already told you this in advance. I hope you won't favor Chen Xiao in the future. My Dongxu's only master is Uncle Yi Zhonghai!!!!" Jia Zhang said, staring at Yi Zhonghai.

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