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

Yi Zhonghai nodded: "Yes, I've inquired about it. Some children are getting older and don't want to tell their families or parents certain things, especially since I'm just their mentor."

It's true that being with peers makes things better, and he might be more willing to talk to them.

Let's bring some more cornmeal to the Jia family tomorrow. Dongxu, don't let this incident get to you.

I'll have a good talk with him tomorrow and encourage him to spend more time with Sha Zhu and Da Linzi. It's not good to keep things bottled up inside.

The family of that deceased coworker was in a similar situation to his; kid, don't dwell on it.

That's why Yi Zhonghai understands Jia Dongxu so well.

Just as he said, Jia Dongxu tends to overthink things.

Nothing happened that night. The next morning, the first thing Yang Dalin did upon opening his eyes was to sign in: "Congratulations on signing in with ten white-feathered chickens and ten grass carp."

This is like wishful thinking coming true; knowing I'd be visiting someone this weekend, the system thoughtfully prepared the gifts.

Yang Dalin took out a white-feathered chicken, which he estimated to weigh three or four pounds, and a fish that weighed four or five pounds.

These two items are more than enough as gifts for visiting someone's home.

I already told Aunt Qi yesterday that I'm going to visit her this weekend.

I'll prepare a copy for my family in advance.

That's fine.

On his way to work, Yang Dalin kept an eye on his surroundings, wondering if anyone was following him. He didn't want to be caught off guard by spies, or he would be in trouble.

However, after looking around, Yang Dalin didn't find any suspicious people.

Only then did I feel at ease enough to go to work.

Today, Brother Tian took him to practice with a long spear again during the day.

A Mosin-Nagant rifle.

Yang Dalin controlled the gun with both hands, and after firing a few shots, he became more and more accurate.

Seeing his apprentice's talent, Lao Tian had him practice shooting at moving targets.

Otherwise, you'll only be able to hit fixed targets, which is often not very useful.

In a real battle, how many fools would just stand there and wait to be attacked?

As expected, Yang Dalin was much worse at shooting moving targets.

Old Tian is different; he's been shooting for so many years, he's incredibly accurate at hitting moving targets.

This finally gave Lao Tian some face.

Then, being a know-it-all, he shared a lot of his experience.

Things like "you need to anticipate the movement," "humans and birds move at different speeds," and "when shooting at humans or birds, you need to pay attention to their speeds," etc.

Yang Dalin played a lot of CS, CF, and Peacekeeper Elite in his previous life, so he naturally knew about this kind of anticipation.

The main reason is that he never handled a real gun in his previous life.

So it takes time to get used to it. By the afternoon, Lao Tian was a little speechless.

Because the kid adapted in the morning and learned from his mistakes in the afternoon, he was able to play quite well very quickly.

The Mosin-Nagant has an effective range of 500-800 meters, and can fire up to 1,000 meters. If someone with Yang Dalin's excellent eyesight were equipped with a scope, he would be even more formidable.

However, like Grandpa Zhang, he has excellent eyesight and can aim at 500 to 800 meters without a scope.

This excited Brother Tian a lot. If this kid joined the army, he would be a perfect marksman.

With a little training, becoming a sniper wouldn't be a problem.

He might even become an ace sniper.

Tian Xueyi excitedly asked him, "Dalinzi, you're so young, how about I send you to the army for a few years of training?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Dalin was indeed tempted.

It's 1960 this year, and I'm only sixteen. It's too early for me to get married. I'll have to be at least twenty years old, and I'll have to wait for Sister Yanhua to graduate from high school. If she gets into university, I'll have to wait until she graduates from university.

Yanhua is a first-year high school student this year. She will study for another year to take the college entrance exam. She will graduate before the wind blows, so there shouldn't be any problems.

It just takes a long time. If I really go to the army for some training, I can fight the Indians in two years.

I personally enjoy participating in live-action CS games.

The important thing is that after this round, we can probably only wait for Yue Laosan to be taught a lesson.

That would take another eighteen years, and my chances would be much smaller then.

However, aside from other things, it's a fact that Indians have a lot of gold.

I really want to go and steal one.

If we miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to have a major war in the future.

If I join the army and serve for a few years, I'll surely get a high-ranking position when I come back.

Otherwise, we can only wait for Sister Yan to graduate.

This could take at least four years, because he can only get married when he turns twenty, or he could have to wait five years until Sister Yan graduates from university.

This tempted Yang Dalin, but then he thought of Aunt Qi's kindness and that next year would still be the most difficult time.

Yang Dalin had no choice but to put his worries aside for the time being and let his aunt get the family living a good life first.

Then Yang Dalin said, "Brother Tian, ​​I really want to go, but I can't go for the time being. You know my family situation."

Remembering the situation of the Qi family mother and daughter, and knowing that Yang Dalin wanted to repay his kindness, Brother Tian patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, I was just saying. Let's focus on living our lives well first, and then we can think about it after you've mastered driving."

Yang Dalin put his mind at ease and fired a few more shots.

I took a shower and went home after get off work.

Yang Dalin didn't go to see Ma San today. He usually goes once every one or two days, so it's normal that he didn't go today.

He was unaware that another large meeting was to be held in the courtyard today.

It turned out that during the day, Wen Xiumei had asked Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi to bring some cornmeal to their family.

Wen Xiumei told Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu what she had heard Yi Zhonghai say yesterday.

These two people then understood why Jia Dongxu's expression was so strange when he came back yesterday.

Madam Jia didn't think about anything else; she just wanted to wait for Dongxu to come back so she could give him some good advice.

Qin Huairu had a plan in mind.

She said to Wen Xiumei, "Auntie, you know my family's situation. Dongxu is a proud man, and he doesn't like to talk about his difficulties."

My family is really struggling. Last night, my mom and I didn't eat a single bite of food; we only drank a bowl of thin soup with barely a few grains of rice.

Qin Huairu is trying to play the victim; she deliberately concealed the fact that she ate half a cornbread yesterday.

"Auntie, listen, my belly is wobbling and it's full of water. Today, my mom and I only drank thin soup and didn't dare to eat anything dry. We had to save the dry food for Dongxu alone."

Do you think we should ask the old man for a solution, hold a meeting, and help each other out?

I know your family has it tough, and your allowance is limited. My family can't just take your family's aid, can we?

So, do you think we should talk to the old man and get the whole neighborhood to help our family?

Of course, when asking the old man to hold a meeting, you should be considerate of Dongxu's feelings and not be too direct.

He's concerned about his image and easily embarrassed.

As expected of Qin Huairu, she only thinks about beauty.

When Jia Zhangshi heard Qin Huairu's idea, she thought it was a good one and asked Yi Zhonghai to hold a large meeting to discuss the topic of mutual assistance.

Then guide everyone to donate some food or money to their own families, and if necessary, they can simply wash and clean for others and return the money.

Under the guise of mutual help and common progress, Dongxu's face was saved, and Yi Zhonghai, that old miser, was spared the need for financial assistance.

He would definitely be willing.

Therefore, when Jia Zhangshi heard this good idea, she readily agreed.

Wen Xiumei was quite tempted when she heard this, since her family had a lot of money, but the quota was limited.

There is indeed a black market for high-priced grain, but it costs several yuan per kilogram.

Even if Yi Zhonghai used his entire month's salary to buy grain, he could only buy a few dozen kilograms.

If the cost could be shared, saving her family from having to pay for their food, she would certainly be happy to do so.

Wen Xiumei understood and naturally agreed.

So he said, "Huai Ru's idea is good. I'll mention it to Lao Yi when he gets back."