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

Grandpa Qi didn't stop Yang Dalin in the end, since Yang Dalin had poured everything into the basin at once.

After another tearing, Grandpa Qi still couldn't out-tear Yang Dalin.

"Uncle Qi, please don't be so polite with us. These things are really inexpensive. You can keep them and eat them slowly. I also need to give some to Brother Zhu. As for Brother Dali, let's not talk about this anymore. Get some rest."

After saying that, Yang Dalin turned around, closed the door behind him, and slipped away.

Grandpa Qi didn't even have time to stop him. Looking at the basin full of dried goods, he muttered, "Good boy, good boy."

When Yang Dalin returned home, he saw two other bags filled with food. Aunt Qi must have delivered them to Sister-in-law Meiyun, as she wasn't home.

Yang Dalin picked up the other two bags, went out, and prepared to deliver them to Sha Zhu and Niu Dali.

As soon as Yang Dalin stepped outside, he saw that the door opposite him had suddenly opened.

Yan Bugui lifted the curtain and stood below the doorway. Yang Dalin pretended not to see him and walked directly into the central courtyard.

He had already discovered that Yan Bugui was hiding behind the cotton curtain by the door.

You'll suddenly find yourself facing something that you want—you're dreaming.

Seeing that Yang Dalin seemed not to have seen him, Yan Bugui was about to speak when he heard Yang Dalin say, "Da..."

Yang Dalin had only uttered the word "Da" when he ran into the Intermediate People's Court.

Yan Bugui looked dejectedly in the direction Yang Dalin had gone. Just as he was about to go home, Yan Bugui suddenly stopped.

Since Yang Dalin didn't see me when he went out, I should just stand in the middle of the yard for a bit. When I come back, he'll definitely see me.

So even though it was so cold, Yan Bugui didn't go inside. He just stood there in the front yard, a little closer to his door.

I'm determined to strike up a conversation with Yang Dalin later, no matter what, and maybe he'll give me a bag too.

What's in that bag? It smells a bit fishy. Is it fish? It seems so.

I must say, Teacher Yan's nose is really sharp.

Yang Dalin carried two small bags and arrived at Sha Zhu's house first.

Sha Zhu was drinking alone again, while He Yushui had already gone back to her room.

Ever since Sha Zhu built a kang (heated brick bed) for He Yushui, the girl's room has been much warmer. After dinner, when she had nothing else to do, she would go home early.

When Sha Zhu saw Yang Dalin approaching carrying two bags, he stood up and asked, "Brother, what's this?"

Yang Dalin put a bag on the table and said, "Didn't I just tell you to wait for me? I brought some local specialties from the seaside. Find me a bag or a clean basin."

Sha Zhu and Yang Dalin weren't so polite. They went to the next room and got a clean bag, which Yang Dalin poured into it.

Sha Zhu was quite happy to see so much dried seafood, and even picked up a small shrimp and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Salty, savory, and fragrant, it's also good to drink directly with alcohol."

Thanks, bro.

Yang Dalin shook the bag: "Don't mention it, drink slowly. I'll take this bag to Brother Niu in the backyard. I'll take some more this weekend and ask you to cook a pot of seafood porridge for the elderly and children in the yard so everyone can have a taste."

Sha Zhu didn't understand. He thought it was enough to give good things to a few close friends, why did he have to invite all the elderly and children in the hospital?

Puzzled, he asked Yang Dalin, "Brother, you brought some good food for yourself, why didn't you? You're treating the old folks and children in the yard, what's going on?"

Yang Dalin said, "Brother Zhu, the old man has a very good saying: make as many friends as possible. Think about it yourself. If you understand this saying, you'll have already gotten married."

"You can think about it yourself. I'm leaving now."

Yang Dalin turned and left Sha Zhu's house, leaving Sha Zhu standing there lost in thought.

It wasn't that Yang Dalin was being magnanimous; it was simply that in this era, including the years that followed, as long as the mass line was followed well, Yang Dalin could smoothly get through these ten-plus years.

In recent years, due to famine, everyone has been short of food. Yang Dalin only needs to spend a little money to improve his interpersonal relationships and relations with the masses.

Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, Qin Huairu, and the deaf old lady are really looking for trouble. Believe me, everyone can tear them apart.

At that time, Yang Dalin will be the uncrowned king of this courtyard, an invisible old man.

This is called getting a lot done with a little money. Also, the fact that Yang Dalin's family always eats good food helps to ease everyone's jealousy and envy.

Furthermore, Yang Dalin, whose spirit came from a later life, couldn't bear to look at the pitifully thin children and elderly people in the courtyard.

Helping others is always a good thing, but of course, we can't be like Sha Zhu and end up with a situation where a small favor is appreciated but a large one breeds resentment.

Yang Dalin quickly went to Niu Dali's house in the backyard, and found that Sha Mao's house also had its lights on.

I didn't expect the kid to be home.

I treated myself to a meal last time, so I'll get him a bag too.

This way, I can consider it repaying the favor he did for treating me to a meal.

This kid is a real scoundrel. It's not that Yang Dalin is afraid of him; Yang Dalin wants to win him over and make him work for him, so that he won't cause trouble for him. If he and Sha Zhu, one cunning and the other reckless, can help him, that would be the best outcome.

After things get reformed, we'll open a hotel chain. Sha Mao will be in charge of external affairs, and Sha Zhu will manage the canteen and mentor apprentices.

These two can definitely work well together.

They are all talented individuals who can be utilized, so why not use them? Why turn them into adversaries?

Wouldn't it be better to take it and then work for yourself like a beast of burden?

Yang Dalin knocked on Niu Dali's door; Niu Dali's house was next to Xu Damao's.

If you knock on the door and call out "Niu Dali," Xu Damao should be standing behind his door.

This news is probably being overheard.

Yang Dalin smiled; he was in his twenties, but acted like a child.

Thinking about it, Xu Damao can be quite funny sometimes.

Like a clown, or a nobody who keeps causing trouble.

Niu Dali quickly opened the door, and Yang Dalin entered Niu Dali's house. Yang Dalin handed a bag of dried goods to Niu's wife, Liu Cuihua.

"Sister-in-law, these are some Tianjin specialties I brought back, some dried seafood. Could you make room for me in a bag? I'm not giving the bag to your house, I need to take it back with me," Yang Dalin said jokingly.

Sister Niu glanced at her husband and didn't want to accept it.

Yang Dalin spoke first, then said, "Sister-in-law, don't underestimate Brother Dali. I brought him from the seaside. It's not expensive there. I'll cook some seafood porridge for Auntie and the children to help them recover. Don't be shy."

Seeing that he couldn't refuse Yang Dalin, Niu Dali asked his wife to accept the bag. His wife then went to another room to change the bag.

Niu Dali excitedly grabbed Yang Dalin's hand and said, "Thanks, brother. If you ever need anything from me, just let me know. Also, I might have to pay you back some money later."

Yang Dalin waved his hand and said, "Brother Dali, I'm not here to collect debts. There's no rush. You guys use it first. Is it enough for you? If not, I'll give you another ten yuan."

As he spoke, Yang Dalin took out another large black ten and handed it to Niu Dali.

Niu Dali wanted to refuse, but he really needed the ten yuan.

Yang Dalin knew that it was better to offer help in times of need than to add flowers to brocade.

Niu Dali is the kind of honest and simple person.

If you befriend this kind of person, they'll be willing to risk their lives for you.

Of course, Yang Dalin didn't want to kill anyone; he just wanted to make more friends.

Who knows, I might need to use them someday.

You never know when an ordinary person might be able to do something big.