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

Many of them refused to leave the hospital in order to get more food.

Therefore, for people like Ma San who voluntarily leave the hospital, the procedures are completed very quickly.

Ma San was actually almost fully recovered.

Staying in the hospital all the time isn't a good idea.

After completing the discharge procedures, Yang Dalin took him out after a brief check-up at the entrance.

Yang Dalin made him sit in the back seat and carried the burlap sack. Ma San even opened the sack to take a look: "Brother, there's so much. You can smoke it or pickle it. It'll last a long time."

Yang Dalin didn't even turn his head, and told him, "I'll go to the wilderness when I have the chance, and I'll make some more preparations. Your body is too weak, so I'll give you some nourishment. Eat more tonight."

Otherwise, with your physique, how could you possibly follow me?

Only by becoming strong can one work more and earn more money.

One sentence silenced Ma San in the back seat.

Yang Dalin didn't turn around, but he heard Ma San sobbing.

I was moved again.

This kid doesn't care about his older brothers; he probably hasn't received any attention in a long time.

Yang Dalin then deliberately said casually, "Alright, stop pissing your pants. You call me brother, so you're my brother for life. It's only right that I treat you well. I just want you to recover as soon as possible so you can help me out in the future."

Ma San wiped away his tears and said in a choked but earnest voice, "Thank you, brother. I will definitely treat you well later."

Yang Dalin replied without turning his head, "Alright, no need for thanks, just keep it in your heart."

Don't be so formal with me from now on. Just treat me like your own brother.

Yang Dalin rode his bicycle at high speed.

Before long, we arrived at the main gate of No. 95 Courtyard.

Yang Dalin considered that the boy hadn't been home for several days and figured he needed to tidy up.

Besides, even if I took these wild animals to his house to cook, I doubt he could do a good job.

He's just a kid, what kind of seasonings could he possibly have at home?

It would be too difficult to cook these wild game dishes by myself; I'd better ask Sha Zhu for help.

So Yang Dalin said to Ma San, "Why don't you go back home and tidy up a bit first?"

I can't do these things well either; I need to ask He Yuzhu from our department to do them.

"Come to my house for dinner later. How about this, come home with me first, I'll make the arrangements, and then I'll go with you to your place to familiarize yourself with the area and help you tidy up, okay?"

Ma San obeyed Yang Dalin's arrangement: "Okay, brother, I'll listen to you."

So Ma San carried the sack, and Yang Dalin pushed the cart into the yard.

Upon entering, Yang Dalin found Grandpa Qi preparing to cook. He called out again, "Grandpa Qi, don't cook! I caught two rabbits today. Come to my house for dinner tonight."

Grandpa Qi refused him, not wanting to go, and Yang Dalin knew he didn't want to take advantage of others.

But Grandpa Qi still couldn't refuse, so he had to agree and said he would go in a while.

Of course, Ma San, who was following behind, called out "Uncle Qi". Ma San lived in the courtyard at number 94, which was diagonally opposite.

Although I'm not familiar with Grandpa Qi, we do know each other.

Yang Dalin told Grandpa Qi, "Ma San is being discharged from the hospital today. Last time we rescued Ma San, we used Grandpa Qi's car. Ma San will have to toast you later."

So Grandpa Qi really couldn't refuse.

After agreeing that Grandpa Qi would be there later, Yang Dalin and Ma San entered the hanging flower gate.

On the east side of the hanging flower gate, Teacher Yan Bugui, undeterred by the severe cold, was pretending to be busy at the entrance.

There are no flowers or plants that need watering in the dead of winter; I wonder what he's busy with.

When Yang Dalin returned, a familiar-looking boy followed behind him, carrying a burlap sack.

His eyes lit up, and he was about to step forward, but the other person ignored him and followed Yang Dalin directly to the door of the west wing.

As soon as Yang Dalin rang the bell, the Qi Yanhua sisters ran out.

Yang Dalin introduced the two sisters: "This is Ma San, Ma Qiang. Sister Yan, you can just call him Ma San. Xiao Ning, you have to call him Brother Qiang, or Third Brother. He lives in the courtyard at number 94 across the street."

He then said to Ma San, "You can call this one Sister Hua. Xiao Ning is younger than you, so just call her by her name."

The Qi sisters certainly knew that Yang Dalin had saved Ma San and put him in the hospital.

I had heard about it before; I had met Ma San and the others before, but we hadn't really interacted.

Seeing that Ma San was carrying a burlap sack, the two sisters did not immediately take it from him. Qi Yanhua spoke up directly, "That Ma Qiang, right? Come in, it's warm inside."

Ma San probably doesn't have much contact with girls, so he was a bit shy and reserved.

After calling out "Sister Hua" and then "Xiaoning," Qi Xiaoning remained motionless while Qi Xiaoning laughed on the side.

Yang Dalin lightly kicked Ma San's butt to help him out: "We're at my doorstep, no need to be so polite, come on in."

Ma San then realized what was happening, and Qi Yanhua helped him open the curtain and let him go inside first.

Yang Dalin asked Qi Xiaoning, who was still secretly laughing, "Xiaoning, go check if Yushui's brother is back yet."

"When he gets back, just call him and say I need to talk to him. Also, call He Yushui over."

Since Yang Dalin started feeding Qi Xiaoning delicious food every day, she has been quite obedient.

The two sisters are dressed better and eat better. They've been getting good nutrition lately, and they look much better now.

He quickly agreed, "Okay, Brother Dalin, I'll go right away."

After saying that, he ran towards the Intermediate People's Court.

When Yang Dalin entered the house, he found Aunt Qi warmly greeting Ma Sanzuo.

Ma San was still holding the burlap sack in his hand, standing very awkwardly, too embarrassed to sit down.

He was probably a little ashamed. The clothes Ma San was wearing were probably ill-fitting, a cotton-padded jacket that was a bit too big, dirty, and tattered, with many patches and cotton showing in some places, probably because no one was taking care of him.

The shoes on his feet even had holes showing; this kid was pitiful.

Entering the clean and tidy Qi family home, I naturally felt a little inferior and embarrassed to sit down.

Yang Dalin took the sack from his hand, pressed him down into a chair, and just then Qi Yanhua poured him a cup of hot sugar water and handed it to him.

Yang Dalin said, "Alright, don't be so polite. Just sit down, don't be shy."

Then, pointing to Aunt Qi, he said, "This is my aunt. From now on, you can call her 'Auntie.' When you come to my house, make yourself at home and don't be shy."

Ma San quickly stood up, bowed to Aunt Qi, and said, "Hello, Auntie."

Qi Yulan quickly smiled and said, "Okay, okay, sit down and have some water, don't be so polite."

Come visit your aunt's house often and play with your older brother, Da Lin.

Aunt Qi didn't mind at all that the other person was dressed in tattered clothes.

Even without Yang Dalin, the Qi family wouldn't have fared much better.

Qi Yulan knew that Yang Dalin had taken her home, which meant he treated her as a friend, so she wouldn't look down on him.

Just as Aunt Qi was about to suggest having dinner there that evening, Qi Xiaoning lifted the curtain and brought Sha Zhu and He Yushui in.

Sha Zhu greeted Aunt Qi and then asked, "Brother, I heard you called me for something?"

Yang Dalin emptied the rabbits, pheasants, and other prey from the sack, and everyone was surprised to see so much game.

The little girls covered their mouths, not out of fear, but out of surprise at how many things there were.

At that time, many little girls would catch mice and hand over their tails as a task.

A few headless dead birds and dead rabbits, what's there to be afraid of?

Nothing is scary as long as you have enough to eat.