Courtyard: My Sister Is Jia Zhang

My sister's name is Zhang Xiaohua, and people in the courtyard call her "Jia Zhang". Shrewd, arrogant, and unreasonable—this is what the neighbors say about her. But they didn't know that this "shrew" lost her parents when she was 16 years old, and she raised her younger brother alone. Save the rations for your brother and drink wild vegetable soup for yourself. When her younger brother left to serve as a soldier, she stayed in the courtyard and became the "Jia Zhang family" from a yellow flower girl. In 1960, I returned from the army. He is born with supernatural powers and is 1.83 Meters tall. When he stands in the courtyard, everyone has to look up. I picked up a system on the train, which strengthened my body five times, mastered Bajiquan, and created a 10-acre spiritual spring space. But none of this matters. The important thing is that I saw my sister. She held my hand, looked up and down three times, and finally muttered: "I've lost weight." I said: "Sister, I will accompany you from now on." Xu Damao looked me over in the courtyard and didn't dare to say a word. Later, the entire courtyard knew that Jia Zhang's brother was back. Yi Zhonghai came to apologize, Xu Damao walked around, and Qin Huairu took the initiative to pour stick noodles into my sister's vat. My sister laughed, her eyes red from laughter. She had been called "Jia Zhang" for more than ten years in her life, and for the first time she felt that the name didn't sound so unpleasant. Her name is Zhang Xiaohua, and she is called Jia Zhang in the courtyard. I am her brother.