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

The two left early, when there weren't many pedestrians on the road, and Yang Dalin rode steadily and quickly.

Twenty minutes later we arrived at the Beijing Railway Station.

There are several state-run restaurants nearby, and it was Grandpa Qi who helped him get his way.

Yang Dalin successfully spent one yuan to eat ten steamed buns with cabbage and pork scraps.

That's right, I felt full after eating ten steamed buns this morning.

Yang Dalin wanted to treat Grandpa Qi to a few more meals, but Grandpa Qi kept shaking his head.

There's still good work to do today: harvesting corn.

The corn wasn't ground into flour; it was simply packed in sacks, one corn cob at a time.

Instead of just corn kernels or ground cornmeal.

It was probably brought here specifically to the grain bureau to be ground into flour.

It is said that some corn stalks and other similar materials are added and ground into powder together.

There was no other way; we didn't have enough food, so we had to add more ingredients.

However, this has nothing to do with Yang Dalin.

He was only responsible for unloading the goods with everyone else.

Today, Yang Dalin originally intended to keep a low profile and earn less money.

But considering I'm too poor, I'd better earn some more money in a few days before making a decision.

Otherwise, I'll be too nervous.

Grandpa Qi also didn't go home at noon.

The same group of people today is the same group as yesterday.

Because everyone benefited from Yang Dalin yesterday.

Who would bother to team up with someone else when they have nothing better to do?

Actually, most of the time we form teams on short notice, but we're not stupid. If someone tries to slack off or cheat, no one will team up with him.

Whoever works harder and earns more money with them, no one wants to part with Yang Dalin, their strongman teammate.

So Yang Dalin encountered the same eight people from yesterday as soon as he entered the station.

These eight people were waiting for Yang Dalin and Grandpa Qi.

Grandpa Qi has been doing this for a long time, and although he doesn't like to talk much, he knows a lot of people.

Everyone vaguely assumed that Grandpa Qi was the team leader.

Yang Dalin was the first warrior.

That's good, all eight of them saw Yang Dalin working yesterday.

And there's no need to attract anyone else's attention.

Let's all help cover this up today, and then we can all quietly make more money together later.

And so, Yang Dalin loaded and unloaded four truckloads of goods today.

Although everyone worked in the carriages more often, they weren't as tired.

Yang Sanjin did more than a third of the work by himself.

He was too much of a beast, and with others cooperating with him, the other assembly and unloading workers didn't pay much attention to him.

However, the drivers and the chubby young man at the train station who kept track of things remembered him well.

Yang Dalin had no idea that this chubby guy was planning to introduce him to a "good job" later.

Yang Dalin earned fifty-three yuan today, but he didn't voluntarily give any more money to everyone. The other nine people also received a considerable amount, more than eleven yuan each.

Goodness, this is equivalent to an average person's monthly salary of thirty yuan, which translates to a monthly salary of three thousand yuan in later times.

Yang Dalin earned more than 5,000 yuan a day, while the other nine people each earned more than 1,000 yuan.

Yang Dalin had seen those videos of people carrying heavy loads; they really could earn one or two thousand yuan a day.

That was done by carrying cement and building materials, floor by floor.

He's pretty fierce; he can take on three or four of them by himself.

Yang Dalin needed very little rest; he was always working except for drinking water, eating, and going to the toilet.

He was quite steady; he carried over 300 pounds, just like he felt when he carried a few dozen pounds in his previous life.

I don't feel tired at all, that's pretty awesome.

Compared to the protagonists in other books who can catch hundreds of yuan a day while fishing, Yang Dalin can only say that he carried the fish out sack by sack, and the money he earned was not much.

For lunch, Yang Dalin specially ordered two meat dishes and fifteen steamed buns to eat with Grandpa Qi.

Yang Dalin ate ten, and Grandpa Qi ate five.

Grandpa Qi wanted to pay for the meal and split it with Yang Dalin proportionally, but Yang Dalin refused.

There was very little meat in the two meat dishes, but Yang Dalin noticed that his appetite was much smaller today, and he only ate ten steamed buns.

Two meat dishes cost 1.2 yuan, no coupon required; fifteen steamed buns cost 0.9 yuan.

Lunch cost 2.1 yuan, and lunch cost 1.8 yuan, both paid for by Grandpa Qi.

Yang Dalin paid for the bath, and that evening he brought home two aluminum boxes of shredded meat and vegetables, as well as fifteen steamed buns.

Yang Dalin also asked Grandpa Qi to take him to someone to buy two packs of Daqianmen cigarettes, which cost one yuan, because he didn't have any cigarette coupons. Normally, a pack costs 35 cents and requires coupons.

Then I also bought three boxes of Huhai brand face cream, each box costing 50 cents.

I wanted to buy White Rabbit milk candy, but it wasn't that I couldn't afford it, it was that I couldn't buy it.

The price is 2.25 yuan per jin (500g), and you also need sugar coupons. That means if you earn 3,000 yuan a month, you need more than 200 yuan for a jin of sugar. Most people really can't afford it. The key is that you can't buy it even if you want to. It was only launched last year, and the price is high. Ordinary people simply can't get their hands on it.

He only bought one kind of orange-flavored fruit candy, spending one yuan to buy more than twenty pieces. It wouldn't have been so expensive if he had a coupon, but unfortunately he didn't have one.

These were all purchased by Grandpa Qi and Yang Dalin from people they found near the supply and marketing cooperative at the train station.

They're all internal employees; there's always a way.

Yang Dalin then has 44.7 yuan left, plus 3.4 yuan from yesterday, for a total of 48.1 yuan.

As it was getting dark, Yang Dalin and Grandpa Qi set off on their journey home.

On the way back, Yang Dalin rode his bicycle again.

Yang Dalin felt he needed a pair of rubber boots for work.

You should also buy several pairs of socks.

If all else fails, give the money to Aunt Yulan and let her figure something out.

Without a ticket, I can't buy many things.

Yang Dalin was unaware that Qin Huairu had gone to the Qi family's house before lunch that day.

At this moment, only Qi Xiaoning and Qi Yanhua were present.

Aunt Yulan was cooking when Qin Huairu came to the door.

At that time, Qi Yanhua had just heated up the leftover buns from yesterday.

Qin Huairu pushed the door open without knocking.

Are Advantech and Xiaoning at home?

Qi Yanhua's face trembled slightly, but she quickly regained her composure: "Yes, is there something you need, Sister-in-law Dongxu? Please have a seat."

Qi Xiaoning's expression turned ugly, but she didn't say anything harsh.

Qin Huairu wiggled her big butt and plopped down on the living room stool.

She sniffed the air; the buns were cold, freshly steamed, not hot and broken open, so she naturally couldn't smell them.

But she could smell a fragrance in the air.

Don't blame her for having such a keen nose; that was the smell left over from the Qi family not opening the door much when they ate steamed buns that morning.

It's a very faint smell, but people can still detect it.

It's even more sensitive than a dog's nose.

"Sister-in-law Dongxu, is something the matter?"

"It's nothing. I haven't chatted with you in a long time, so I thought I'd chat with you for a bit today."

Qi Xiaoning kept thinking about Qin Huairu in her mind.

Let's chat over something that happens around lunchtime.

They would chat for ages and not leave, and her two kids would definitely come looking for their mother soon.

Then, when you're about to put the food in the pot and are ready to eat, your child casually asks, "Auntie Yanhua, what's that? Is it tasty?"

Whether you give it or not, Qin Huairu will pretend to hit the child.

What do you do when your child cries?

It's the same old trick, everyone knows it, but what can you say about two kids?

It's not something I can easily talk about; I can only swallow my bitterness.

This is where Qin Huairu's brilliance lies.