The Life of a Son-in-Law in a Courtyard House

Upon hearing this, Yang Dalin thought, "If I have to write a self-criticism, then all that beef I gave away will have been for nothing."

Then he took out ten double-yolk salted duck eggs and put them on the table: "Brother, let's make a deal, can we not write the self-criticism?"

Qi Desheng's lips curled up: "No, you still have to write the report, no exceptions. I've already downplayed the seriousness of the matter for you, what more do you want? The report is still required."

Yang Dalin then said dejectedly, "Alright then, could we make a deal? Could Sheng-ge get me a few sample essays so I can refer to them and avoid writing anything I shouldn't?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Desheng hesitated for a moment before nodding: "That's a good idea."

Yang Dalin finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was mainly afraid that if he wrote it like the later generations, he would write things he shouldn't have and cause himself trouble.

This also caused trouble for Brother Tian and Qi Desheng.

Qi Desheng pulled out several self-criticisms from the drawer, handed them to him, and told him to take them home for reference and bring them back tomorrow so he could read them in public first thing in the morning.

Having no other choice, Yang Dalin put the sample documents in his pocket and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Qi Desheng stuffed a dozen yuan into his pocket: "Since I ate your food, I can't not pay you. Don't let me make a mistake. Consider the extra money as your errand fee, and don't blame me if it's less. Consider it as your way of showing respect to me."

Get lost.

These days, two jin of braised beef would cost at least ten yuan on the black market, so Qi Desheng wouldn't take such a big advantage; he paid quite a bit of money.

Yang Dalin was kicked out of the office, unable to refuse even if he wanted to. Only after he stepped out did he hear the sound of two people dividing the spoils inside.

Tian Xueyi simply said, "Half for each of us."

Then Qi Desheng's voice came from inside again: "Bullshit, I paid for it, I'm being generous by letting you have even one bite."

Yang Dalin shook his head, took out the money from his pocket, counted it, and wondered whether he was here to give gifts or to sell goods.

These two guys are really nice; they seem cold on the outside but are kind on the inside. Perhaps only veterans who have received military education in this era have such awareness. Let's get along well in the future.

When Yang Dalin was almost home, his satchel was full again, and he also had a can of milk powder he had checked in for that morning hidden in his arms. The can weighed two pounds.

It came in a tin can, with no markings on the outside.

They weren't afraid of being discovered for their trickery.

As soon as they arrived home and the car rang, Qi Xiaoning ran out of the house.

As Qi Xiaoning took Yang Dalin's bag, she noticed him furtively taking a jar out of his pocket and handing it to her. Startled, she knew there was something good in it and quickly ran home.

During dinner that evening, Yang Dalin briefly discussed work with everyone again.

He said that he would soon be delivering goods to units in the city with his master, and that he would also be driving long distances with his master in the future, so that Aunt Qi could be mentally prepared.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Qi immediately said that she would prepare several changes of clothes for Yang Dalin as soon as possible, and also prepare a bamboo woven suitcase for him.

Yang Dalin recalled the bamboo or wooden suitcases he had seen on TV in his previous life, and then he thought of the patent for omnidirectional wheels.

I don't know if the country will apply for a patent for this thing. I don't want to bring it up myself and make foreigners rich. I'll just keep quiet about it for now.

Yang Dalin told Aunt Qi not to go to so much trouble, and to just use some sturdy cloth to sew a large backpack that could be carried on both shoulders.

This way you can carry it on your back, and it's convenient to put it in the car without interfering with carrying things in your hands. Just thread a rope through the top opening, and you can tighten it with a pull.

Aunt Qi thought this was great, as she hadn't been short of fabric at home lately, so it would be very convenient.

Yang Dalin thought to himself that he would have to go to Uncle Duo's place again to buy a set of pots and pans, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar and put them in his space.

It's best to also prepare a small knife, an axe, firewood, matches, etc., because these days, when driving long distances, not only is it difficult to get proper rest, but the food may also be lacking.

Security is also an issue.

I will prepare everything I can afford, including a fishing rod and other things, and slowly accumulate them.

If you happen to end up in a river, you can catch some fish.

Yang Dalin never imagined that fishing in Beijing would be a common sight these days. People used nets to catch fish every year, and Yan Bugui would be overjoyed if he caught a two-ounce fish.

To think that one could catch a big fish in Beijing at this time of year is simply wishful thinking.

Even if they exist, they are very difficult to catch.

Yang Dalin didn't fish often in his previous life, but he was always willing to use a lot of bait.

Prepare the fishing rod in advance, just in case you need it.

Yang Dalin waited until Aunt Qi went back to her room to sleep before he began preparing to copy the inspection report in his own room.

Otherwise, if Aunt Qi had seen it just now, she would have been worried.

Yang Dalin's consistent style was to only report good news and not bad news. In his previous life, when he went out to work, he told his mother the same thing. As a country boy, he matured early.

Yang Dalin first studied several self-criticisms written by other people.

Then, after figuring out how to write it, and paying attention to some traditional characters that haven't been simplified, I started making things up.

The overall attitude should be sincere, recognizing the mistakes, knowing how to correct them, and ensuring that they will never be repeated.

We must also praise the leaders and Brother Tian; it is all thanks to the leaders' wise guidance.

Looking to the future, I am confident that under the wise leadership of our leaders, our work will only get better and better.

Yang Dalin wrote nearly two thousand words for this piece.

Goodness, this is a bit beyond the scope of the curriculum. Let's wrap this up quickly.

This is just like writing a speech for a leader, with three main points, nine sub-points, and eighteen points to note.

I also helped Brother Tian write a simple 500-plus words.

Yang Dalin rubbed his aching wrists and crawled into bed to sleep.

Writing this stuff is really tiring, even more tiring than Lao Wu writing novels.

Yang Dalin slept soundly until dawn.

The first thing I do when I wake up is to sign in.

I didn't expect that Yang Dalin would check in on my social media today, just yesterday he had decided what to buy. Does this social media know what I'm thinking?

"Today's sign-in bonus: a fishing rod that can catch giant fish with 100% accuracy (with fishing line, hook, float and bait included)."

A complete wilderness survival kit includes a raincoat, dagger, machete, a repeating crossbow with 100 bolts, a PLA military water bottle, a multi-functional entrenching shovel, a magnesium incendiary rod, a sachet containing insect repellent, and 100 meters of professional rescue rope.

Yang Dalin took out the repeating crossbow from his spatial storage and examined it. The craftsmanship was clearly from a later era, so he should be careful if he took it out in the future.

However, having an extra life-saving tool is not bad.

I also took out the dagger and machete to take a look. They didn't have any strange shapes, but they were quite sharp.

It's that fishing rod that can catch giant creatures; I don't know if it can pull out a whale, the system didn't say for sure.

Sigh, if I could, I'd go whale fishing myself; one whale would be enough to eat for years.

If the system knew what Yang Dalin was thinking, it would definitely scold him, saying, "You're really out of your mind! It'll drag you into the sea right now. You want to fish for whales? Why don't you say you're fishing for submarines?"

Even if you take a super-strength pill, you can't be stronger than a whale. If you can't let go quickly, the whale will most likely pull you into the water and swallow you.

Yang Dalin packed his things into his spatial storage and then got up.

A wonderful day begins today. Let's strive, let's strive!

Yang Dalin raised his fist and shouted softly twice.

After washing up, I got on my BMW and headed to the train station.

We finished dinner early as usual and took a stroll around the square.

Forward a few petty thieves and send them to the police to eat in jail.

The petty thief gave him the middle finger in gratitude, and Yang Dalin wished them all the worst.

With plenty of time before work hours, Yang Dalin went to the repair shop again.

Yang Dalin saw the mechanic from yesterday early this morning, probably because he had been working all night again.

He also spotted Yang Dalin and quickly thanked him.

His idea really helped a lot.