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

When it was time for work, Tian Xueyi looked at Yang Dalin with a mournful expression.

It seems that Sister-in-law Tian used some tricks on Brother Tian when we went back yesterday.

Tian Xueyi tossed an envelope from his pocket; it was a thick stack of envelopes.

"Your sister-in-law gave you 350 yuan. Use it to buy your big items."

The three hundred I lent you, you have to pay back; the fifty is a bill, you don't have to pay it back.

"But what did you say when you came to my house yesterday at noon? Your sister-in-law threw a tantrum at me last night?"

Yang Dalin suppressed a laugh, thinking to himself that it wasn't just a matter of losing his temper; he might even end up being forced to sit on the kang (heated brick bed).

Suppressing a laugh, Yang Dalin said, "I didn't say anything, I just gave my sister-in-law some receipts."

"But you don't need the money, Brother Tian. I've borrowed enough from our compound. You can take it back to your wife."

Tian Xueyi threw the money into his arms again and said, "You think your hospital can borrow that much money? Forget it. Just take it. Why all the nonsense?"

Yang Dalin then handed it to him: "It's really true, Brother Tian. You don't believe in my popularity, do you?"

Let me tell you, Brother Tian, ​​I'm a popular person. Yesterday, someone was chasing after me wanting to lend me money.

I have no choice but to lend it to you.

Tian Xueyi asked him with a doubtful expression, "Really? You're not lying to me?"

Yang Dalin said in a serious tone: "It's true, why would I lie to you? Yesterday, Sister Xuemei gave me three hundred, and I was planning to return it to her later. By the way, Brother Tian, ​​I tricked Brother Sheng yesterday, and he took out two hundred of his secret stash of money."

I plan to return the three hundred yuan to Sister-in-law Xuemei later. As for the two hundred yuan I kept as a secret stash, how about I don't return it for now?"

When Tian Xueyi heard that the damned Qi Desheng had saved up so much money, and that he would always pay for cigarettes and alcohol when the two of them drank together, he was shocked.

He said fiercely, "Okay, that's fine. Don't rush to pay me back. Let's talk about it in ten or eight years. Give me a hundred first, and I'll use it to buy cigarettes and alcohol."

Yang Dalin knew that Tian Xueyi had taken the bait, so he shrank back a little and said, "This isn't good, Brother Tian. After all, it was borrowed by me. What am I going to do if Brother Sheng asks for it back?"

Tian Xueyi chuckled and said, "It's okay. If he asks for it back, just say you lent it to me and tell him to come find me."

I told him to kick me yesterday; I swear I won't rest until I get my revenge.

I can't hold him off. If you can't, you can give me his two hundred.

He said he lent me everything, making me the creditor. That son of a bitch, his secret stash of money is almost as much as mine, and he's always complaining about being poor.

Well, Tian Xueyi, that sports car guy, probably has even more money in his pocket.

I should have lent some too.

Since Brother Tian wants to be the creditor, I couldn't be happier.

He took out two hundred coins from his pocket and handed them to Tian Xueyi.

Tian Xueyi took it and stuffed it into his arms.

She threw her envelope at him again: "Your institute's money is due today. If you owe someone else, you might as well owe me and Big Bear. You still have to do favors for those people."

Yang Dalin then said to him, "Brother Tian, ​​last night I gave some dried seafood to everyone who borrowed money. We've already given it all away, so we can't ask for it back today, right?"

So, since you've already lent it out, you don't need to worry about it anymore.

"Take this back, I don't want the money for the receipt."

After saying that, Yang Dalin got out of the car and went to work.

Seeing that Yang Dalin really didn't want it, Tian Xueyi could only return it to his wife when he got home that night.

I dare not touch this money; if I do, my wife will really make me kneel on a washboard.

However, I can help Qi Desheng spend his two hundred yuan of private money.

Tian Xueyi rolled down the car window and shouted to Yang Dalin, "Dalinzi, prepare some good snacks for me to go with my drinks today. I'll help your brother Sheng spend a little more."

He knew that Yang Dalin was able to get good stuff because it was all thanks to Yang Dalin's connections.

Yang Dalin responded, "Okay, Brother Tian, ​​I'll definitely prepare some good stuff for you."

When things calmed down a bit, Yang Dalin went to see Gong Xuemei and returned the three hundred yuan that Qi Desheng had given him the day before.

They didn't even ask for the money from the receipts; they gave it all to Gong Xuemei, giving the same explanation as Tian Xueyi.

He made Gong Xuemei count it clearly in front of him, and then turned and ran away.

Gong Xuemei didn't even have a chance to stop him.

That kid runs incredibly fast.

At noon, Yang Dalin pretended to go out for a while and came back with a roast chicken, two pig trotters, two catties of braised pork, one catty of fried peanuts, and two bottles of Lao Bai Gan liquor.

Deliver it to Qi Desheng's office for Tian Xueyi.

Qi Desheng was planning to have lunch with his wife in the office, but Tian Xueyi said that Yang Dalin had gone to buy groceries and they would have some drinks later.

Upon hearing that the two were going to drink, Gong Xuemei decided to finish her meal early and leave.

They didn't even have time to say that Yang Dalin had already returned the money.

When Yang Dalin placed the items in front of Qi Desheng, Qi Desheng was very happy.

"Old Tian, ​​why are you being so generous today? This meal must cost several tens of yuan!"

Tian Xueyi tore off a large chicken leg, took a bite, and asked Yang Dalin, "Dalinzi, how much did these cost?"

"I'll give it to you, brother."

Seeing Tian Xueyi's expression, Yang Dalin immediately understood and said, "Brother Tian, ​​it cost thirty yuan."

Actually, these things would cost more than thirty yuan if you bought them on the black market. They are all good items, and it would be very difficult for ordinary people to buy them.

A roast chicken costs at least ten yuan, two jin of braised pork also costs ten yuan, pig's trotters are not worth much, but they take a lot of effort, plus a jin of fried peanuts and two bottles of Lao Bai Gan (a type of Chinese liquor).

And that's not even considering the value of the ticket.

Yang Dalin knew that Brother Tian was going to rip off Qi Desheng, so he readily accepted the thirty yuan and said, "I'm not drinking, you two can drink slowly."

Yang Dalin was afraid that if Qi Desheng found out, he would have spent Qi Desheng's money on a nice meal and then get beaten up.

Brother Tian, ​​you can play by yourself. We won't join in the fun.

Qi Desheng had a nice lunch with Tian Xueyi, and assumed that Tian Xueyi had a change of heart and had treated them with his own money.

When he got home that evening, he heard that Yang Dalin had returned the three hundred yuan to Gong Xuemei.

He began to have doubts; Yang Dalin had borrowed money from his own yard.

He hadn't returned his two hundred yuan of private savings. Today, Tian Xueyi was unusually generous, whereas no matter how Yang Dalin tried to persuade him to stay, the kid wouldn't.

The more I think about it, the more suspicious it seems. Could it be that Tian Xueyi spent his own two hundred yuan of private money?

Qi Desheng was so uncomfortable sitting at the dinner table that night that he couldn't even sit still. He was so eager to rush to Tian Xueyi's house and get to the bottom of things.

Damn it, you're a frontline driver, you already make more money than me, and you're still swindling my savings.

He's a heartless bastard, betraying his comrades like this.

There's also Yang Dalin, who's in cahoots with them; he's no good either.

My hard-earned savings of over a year are pitiful.

I was too frugal to eat or spend money, and suddenly I'm back to square one.

Those two bastards need to be taught a lesson tomorrow.

This is outrageous! I have to corner Tian Xueyi first thing tomorrow morning and try to salvage the situation. Otherwise, I'll probably only have 170 yuan left out of the 200 yuan. If I don't figure this out tonight, I'll probably spend it all in no more than three days.

No wonder Tian Xueyi was so generous today.

I should have thought of that sooner.

That bastard Tian Xueyi, it hasn't been long, and he's already learned bad habits from that brat Yang Dalin.

It's really hard to learn good things, but it only takes three days to learn bad things.

If Yang Dalin knew that Qi Desheng thought this way about him, he would definitely object with both hands and feet. You two are no good people, and you're blaming me? Is that appropriate?