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

Yi Wen poured Yi Zhonghai a glass of water and tried to comfort the man who had slept in the same bed with her for many years: "Old Yi, don't think too much about it."

We acted rashly today. We were doing this for Dongxu's own good, and instead of controlling Shazhu, it would have been better to let Dongxu hang out with him.

The two are young and have common interests. Let them have a few drinks together. Young people like them will get along well after a few drinks.

"By the way, how's that thing you said about finding a partner for Zhu Zi going?"

When Yi Zhonghai heard Yi Wenshi's words of comfort, but she didn't complain about him, he felt a little better and said, "I had a target, and I just mentioned it, but then she said that she had already found a husband."

I'm too late to say anything now; we'll just have to wait and see, and ask other people.

Yi Zhonghai's situation is indeed normal. He has no children, and his few coworkers at the factory, who are on good terms with him, rarely mention children in front of him.

Otherwise, it would embarrass Yi Zhonghai, so it's normal that he doesn't know that someone else's child has found a partner.

Furthermore, men don't talk about children as much as women do when they're together.

Yi Zhonghai hadn't paid much attention to this area before, so he really had to find a new target.

He needs to assess who he has a good relationship with and who is easy to manipulate before he can try to reconcile with them.

Yi Zhonghai is a cunning man, so he wouldn't easily introduce someone to Sha Zhu.

If you really want to introduce someone to Shazhu, these days many families don't have just one child, so introducing someone to someone wouldn't be difficult.

It can only be said that people with many thoughts and ideas, when these intangible conditions are added, make it several times more difficult.

After everyone in the Qi family had eaten and drunk their fill, Sha Zhu and Grandpa Qi went home one after another.

When Ma San was about to leave, Aunt Qi gave him a new cotton-padded coat that she had made for Yang Dalin, although it was a bit big.

But Ma San was also deeply moved.

Yang Dalin has no shortage of clothes lately, and his home is also well-stocked with fabric and cotton.

So when Yang Dalin gave the signal, Aunt Qi took it out.

Aunt Qi also told Ma San that he could come to visit often in the future.

This is what gave Qi Yulan confidence; otherwise, Qi Yulan wouldn't have dared to make such boastful remarks.

Moreover, at the dinner table, Yang Dalin even spoke to Grandpa Qi on behalf of Ma San, saying that after Ma San rested for a few days, Grandpa Qi would rent his tricycle to Ma San.

Ma San can go out and do odd jobs for others on the street, and he can earn some money.

Once he felt a little better, Yang Dalin planned to take him to the train station to do odd jobs.

In this way, Ma San can earn money to support himself and no longer need to collect scraps.

Therefore, Ma San was deeply moved by the good arrangements made for him by Yang Dalin.

After seeing Ma San off, Yang Dalin returned home, and Qi Xiaoning asked him why he was so nice to Ma San.

Seeing that Aunt Qi and her daughter were looking at him, Yang Dalin told them, "Ma San is a loyal friend and will be a good person in the future. I will inevitably have to travel long distances in the future, and sometimes I may be away from home for many days."

I'll take care of Ma San now, and he can help me look after the house in the future. If you need anything, you can also ask him for help.

Grandpa Qi and Brother Zhu were in the courtyard, and Ma San was outside.

That way I can go out with peace of mind.

When Aunt Qi heard this, she knew that Yang Dalin was still thinking about the family. She patted Yang Dalin's hand and said, "It's better to help someone in need than to add flowers to brocade. Since you've taken a liking to this young brother Ma San, you should treat him well."

"You've gone to so much trouble, my good child, always thinking of your family."

Yang Dalin also squeezed Aunt Qi's hand and said, "Auntie, we're family, isn't this just what we should do?"

"Yes, yes, we've been family for a long time," Aunt Qi said, glancing at her eldest daughter.

Qi Yanhua blushed again; she looked much better than when Yang Dalin first arrived.

What a load of rubbish! Isn't it better to have a beautiful young woman by your side?

Why did she have to stir up such a mess? I wonder how many times Qin Huairu has been involved, and I wonder what the other transmigrators are thinking.

He acted as if he'd never seen a woman before.

Qi Yanhua and Qi Xiaoning helped tidy up the plates, pots, and other items.

Then everyone washed their feet and went to bed.

Yang Dalin returned to his room and took out the two table legs from his spatial storage.

I picked it up in my hand again, and it still felt like the weight was off.

Even the best wood shouldn't be this heavy.

Yang Dalin took out a dagger from his spatial storage and scraped off the paint from the surface of a table leg.

Finally, it was discovered that there was a faint gap in the middle, although it was glued very well and then sealed tightly with a piece of the same wood.

However, Yang Dalin immediately noticed and guessed that there might be something inside.

Yang Dalin then carefully shaved off the glue from the gaps with a dagger.

They removed the wooden plug.

Yang Dalin blew on the wood shavings on the surface and discovered that there was indeed a secret inside.

A rectangular hole appeared, covered with a layer of cotton cloth.

Remove the cotton cloth, and a golden yellow color suddenly appears before your eyes.

Yang Dalin picked out the first piece, held it in his hand and examined it carefully. "It really is you, little yellow croaker."

I held it in my hand and weighed it in my hand; it was indeed heavy.

Yang Dalin quickly reached into the wooden hole and pulled out two tightly stuffed pieces of cloth from both sides. He then turned the wood over and patted it down.

There are five small yellow croakers inside a stool leg.

The other one is the same.

So Yang Dalin was quite satisfied with the ten small yellow croakers placed on his quilt.

This is the first time in my two lifetimes that I've ever seen a gold bar.

Yang Dalin had to take a good look at it.

Is this silly boy Ma San blessed with good luck?

First, he caught a big spy, and then he got ten small yellow croakers.

It wasn't for nothing that I treated him so well.

In the blink of an eye, I got ten small yellow fish.

However, upon closer inspection, Yang Dalin realized that this was not the smallest yellow croaker, but a five-ounce one. No wonder, the weight was wrong. This was not the kind of yellow croaker that weighed 31.25 grams, but a five-ounce one, which is about 155 grams.

The current price offered by banks for gold buyback is three yuan per gram, while the actual gold price is around 3.5 yuan per gram.

People need to make money too, but it might be more expensive on the black market.

Since these are hard currency, even if we calculate based on the bank's buyback price, they would still be worth more than 4600 yuan.

It was a small fortune, but in those days it was considered a huge sum.

I don't know which spendthrift son sawed off the table that his ancestors had hidden gold bars on, and threw away the table legs, which were picked up by Ma San.

What a troublemaker and spendthrift!

Go back and ask Ma San if the other two table legs are still missing.

Ten five-ounce gold bars, worth over 4600 yuan, Yang Dalin had to figure out how to tell Ma San.

Yang Dalin wouldn't allow it to be completely swallowed up.

But tell Ma San everything. This child is young, so don't let anything slip. If others find out, we're doomed.

So Yang Dalin thought to himself, it's better to say less and just tell Ma San that there are two worth over nine hundred yuan, so that Ma San can accept it more easily.

Otherwise, he could just keep it all hidden and not tell him, but Yang Dalin felt he couldn't be that heartless.

Let's not talk about the other eight for now. It's not a good time to spend them, and I don't need the money. I can only spend them on the black market.

Normally, aside from being sold to banks, the origin of these things is unclear to the average person, and it's also troublesome.

Although it's not allowed to circulate in the market, ordinary people can still sell small amounts of it at banks.

This is the only way for now.

Yang Dalin carefully put the gold bars away and placed them in his spatial storage.

He weighed the two table legs again, examined them, and this time they were indeed gone.

A small yellow croaker weighing five ounces is actually only 7 cm long, 3.1 cm wide, and 0.31 cm thick.

So it's very easy to hide these things in the two table legs.

Those small yellow croakers, weighing only an ounce, are only one millimeter thick.

That thing is easier to hide.

Yang Dalin smelled the wood again; it had a pleasant fragrance, so he figured it was probably a good piece of wood.

I kept it to make beads later, and put it back in the storage space.

After tidying up, Yang Dalin went to rest.