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

Yi Zhonghai said, "Zhu Zi, I've watched you grow up since you were a child."

He'll be twenty-six after the New Year, and he still hasn't gotten married.

The old man and the old woman were very worried.

The old man has no children, so he treats you like his own son.

"I have a coworker here who has a daughter. I can introduce you to him sometime."

Sha Zhu was initially quite pleased to hear this, that an old man was actually concerned about his marriage.

But the more I listened, the more something seemed off; it sounded more and more like what Brother Dalin had said the other day.

Sha Zhu lowered his head and took a sip of wine, trying to hide his surprise.

Then, looking up and pretending to be nonchalant and quite happy, he said, "Really? Then I have to thank you both, Uncle and Auntie. I'm so grateful for your help with my marriage."

Let me offer you a toast first.

I don't know when we'll be able to meet, but I'll thank you and your family properly once it's all done.

Yi Zhonghai waved his hand and said, "Oh, you're welcome. There's no need for thanks between us. It would be great if you could take care of them when they get old."

He Yuzhu's heart was becoming increasingly unsettled, but he could still put on an act, so he said, "Of course, even if this hadn't happened, if the old man's family needed help, I would definitely do my duty."

Yi Zhonghai didn't notice anything unusual about Sha Zhu and said with relief, "Okay, then I'll let you know when we meet in a few days."

Sha Zhu originally wanted to state his requirements, but seeing that Yi Zhonghai made arrangements without even asking, he simply kept quiet. He wanted to see if it was really exactly the same as what Yang Dalin had said.

If it's true, he really can't trust that old bastard Yi Zhonghai anymore.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Yi Zhonghai took his leave, and Sha Zhu saw him to the door.

As soon as Yi Zhonghai returned home, Wen Xiumei came up to him and asked, "How did it go? What did Zhuzi say?"

Yi Zhonghai nodded: "Zhu Zi spat out a word and said that he would help us when we get old."

Wen Xiumei said happily, "That's good, that's good, so you must make this happen."

Do you have good connections with your coworker?

"Did you agree?"

Yi Zhonghai patted Wen Xiumei on the shoulder: "Don't worry, he's actually half my apprentice. He's a few years younger than me. I've taught him a lot. He has a daughter who also works in our workshop. She's very filial and obedient. She's easy to manage. If she really marries into our family, she'll definitely get very close to us."

After Yi Zhonghai left, Sha Zhu showed no excitement whatsoever. He had a feeling that the introduction Yi Zhonghai had made this time was definitely not going to work out.

They don't even ask themselves what kind of person they like or what kind of person they want to find.

How can a blind date like this possibly work?

Could it be that the other family is full of ugly people?

Sigh, let's just take it one step at a time.

If what he said is really as Da Linzi analyzed that day, then I really need to be careful of Yi Zhonghai.

If you dare to scheme against me, I don't care what kind of grandpa or grandpa you are, I, Sha Zhu, don't care at all.

Sha Zhu angrily finished his drink and went to sleep.

The next morning, Yang Dalin got up and signed in as usual, and finished his work as usual.

I took a quick look at Ma San on the way back.

Ma San had probably been in the hospital for a long time. When Yang Dalin arrived, Ma San was chatting with other patients inside.

When Ma San met Yang Dalin, he showed a delighted expression.

Actually, Ma San is much better now, but he just wants to rest for a few more days and doesn't want to be discharged from the hospital early. He also wants to teach that crazy woman a lesson.

Today, Ma San said he wanted to go out for a walk.

Yang Dalin then helped him walk around in the stairwell for a while.

When the short doctor walked past them, Yang Dalin glanced at him but didn't pay much attention.

Seeing that Brother Dalin had nothing to say, Ma San deliberately started a conversation.

He whispered to Yang Dalin, "Brother Dalin, I have something to tell you. That doctor, surnamed Lin, who also treated me, always seemed to have a strange smell about him."

Upon hearing this, Yang Dalin followed up on his topic, saying, "What strange smell? You like gossip, don't you?"

Ma San explained, "No, I just have a good nose. As soon as he gets close to me, I can smell a strange odor on him."

I can't quite put my finger on what it tasted like.

Although it was very faint, I could still smell it.

It's like you haven't showered in a long time, and you sweat a lot, so your body smells salty, sour, and fishy.

As a doctor, shouldn't he be very careful about hygiene?

I don't know why he smells like that.

It smells awful.

Upon hearing this, Yang Dalin had an idea and asked him in a low voice, "Does it taste salty and fishy?"

Are you sure? Could you describe it in a more vivid way?

Ma San leaned against the wall with one hand and scratched his head with the other, saying, "Brother Da Lin, the smell was very faint, I can't describe it. He also smelled of medicine, all sorts of smells mixed together, anyway, it was quite unpleasant."

It's hard to say, but the fishy smell is somewhat like seaweed or kelp.

Yang Dalin didn't pay much attention at first, treating it as casual conversation, and asked him, "What kind of salty is it? Like salted eggs, salted duck eggs, salted meat, salted fish, or something else?"

Upon hearing the word "salted fish," Ma San quickly replied, "Yes, it tastes like salted fish."

If you hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have been able to figure it out. We don't eat much fish around here, so I really couldn't have thought of it.

It tasted both fishy and salty; probably from saltwater fish.

Upon hearing Ma San's words, Yang Dalin carefully recalled the doctor's height from earlier, and a thought struck him.

Being short isn't a significant characteristic; many people are short these days. Yang Dalin, for example, has only just grown to 1.7 meters tall, thanks to improved nutrition recently. He's not tall, but he likes to eat salted fish. Yang Dalin vaguely sensed that there was some clue he hadn't grasped.

When the doctor came out of another ward, he saw Yang Dalin and Ma San looking at him. He wasn't wearing a mask, but he smiled politely and had buck teeth. Yang Dalin went to greet him as if possessed.

I accidentally stepped on the other person's foot.

The other person cried out in pain, quite loudly. Yang Dalin was so strong; he deliberately stomped on the other person hard, and the other person was clearly badly hurt.

Yang Dalin quickly helped the other man up, apologizing repeatedly: "I'm so sorry, doctor. I'm this child's older brother. I wanted to ask you how my brother's wound is, but I didn't mean to step on your foot."

"I'm so sorry, please take off your shoes and check them quickly, don't let me break them. It's all my fault, I'm strong because I do manual labor."

While apologizing, Yang Dalin helped the other person to Ma San's hospital bed in the next room.

The other person tried to struggle, but to no avail. Before the other person could refuse, Yang Dalin took off the other person's shoes.

The other party tried to stop Yang Dalin, and spoke with a slight Lu Xi accent.

Unfortunately, he couldn't stop Yang Dalin at all.

Upon hearing his accent, Yang Dalin replied in his hometown dialect, "Doctor, you're also from western Shandong?"

We're from the same hometown, so I'll show it to you, so you don't step on it and damage it.

"Look at your feet, if you hurt them, it'll be a real problem."

Without saying a word, Yang Dalin ripped off the other person's socks as well.

The other party's resistance was no match for Yang Dalin's strength.

The doctor was probably in his thirties. His feet didn't smell bad, but the gap between his big toe and second toe was a bit large.

Although the socks are no different from those worn by ordinary people.

Several of his toes were stomped red by Yang Dalin.