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

The other families weren't as thick-skinned as Qin Huairu. Seeing that Yang Dalin's family was truly not short of money, they only said a few words and then left.

Yang Dalin comforted Aunt Qi, saying, "It's alright, Aunt, don't bother with such a short-sighted daughter-in-law from the Jia family."

"Dongxu really didn't marry a good woman. Besides her looks, all she does is use petty tricks."

After comforting his aunt for a while, Yang Dalin saw that she was finally not so unhappy anymore.

Only then did they let their aunt go back to her room to rest.

They haven't bought the things yet; they plan to go this weekend.

It's best to go to a department store; they have everything you need, and you can probably buy everything you need in one go.

There are just too many people over there; you might lose dozens of pairs of shoes just by buying something.

It's said that this happened on the very first day of business; by the end of the day, the sales staff had collected several baskets of shoes.

There are so many people; I'll just go with them myself that day.

That place probably has a lot of petty theft.

Alternatively, you can buy it somewhere else; you don't necessarily have to squeeze into that particular place.

Yang Dalin really dislikes shopping in crowded places.

There aren't enough people to queue for; it's such a waste of time.

The next morning, Yang Dalin got up and went to work. It was just getting light. Ma San followed behind him. When they were almost at the freight station, Yang Dalin told Ma San to go and get some breakfast first, as he had something to do and would be back in a little while.

Yang Dalin put on a mask again, changed into a coat, and went to the secluded house that Master Duo had used as a warehouse last night.

He listened carefully, but there was no one around, even fewer pedestrians on the street, and no one paid any attention to him.

Yang Dalin jumped in and took a look. He saw that all the goods from yesterday had been transported away, but the money hadn't been released yet.

Yang Dalin left another 2,000 jin of goods before departing.

The main reason was that he thought it was too troublesome to come and collect money every night, so he changed the delivery time.

He can just go to Master Duo to collect the money from the previous day after he gets off work in the evening.

This way, I won't have to go home earlier every night.

At the place where the goods were stored, Yang Dalin left a note for Master Duo, explaining the situation, which he wrote with his left hand.

He wasn't afraid of being tracked down.

After meeting up with Ma San and having breakfast, Yang Dalin went to work.

This morning, before work had even officially started, Qi Desheng called Yang Dalin and Tian Xueyi to his office.

Qi Desheng didn't say anything, just stared at the two of them with a gloomy face.

Comrade Tian Xueyi acted as if he couldn't see anything, calmly lit a cigarette, and sat on the sofa in the reception area.

Seeing Tian Xueyi's demeanor, Yang Dalin realized he hadn't done anything wrong and wasn't afraid of him.

He went straight to the point and asked, "Brother Sheng, what's wrong? Didn't your wife let you sleep in the bed yesterday? You're all gloomy this morning. Who owes you money?"

Qi Desheng slammed his hand on the table: "Don't play these disrespectful jokes on me. Don't you know who owes me money?"

"Tell me, where's my two hundred yuan?"

Yang Dalin hadn't expected to be exposed so quickly. Just as he was about to speak, Tian Xueyi stopped him: "The money is with me. Your debts have been transferred. I'm in debt now. Don't bring Dalin into this."

Qi Desheng was taken aback by Tian Xueyi's words, and his tone was no longer as serious as before: "Damn it, I knew you were up to no good. Give it to me, I'm not lending it to you."

Tian Xueyi slowly took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke: "The one who owes money is the boss. Why should I pay back money I borrowed through my own ability?"

Qi Desheng immediately deflated: "Brother Tian, ​​I call you brother because that's my savings from over a year. You two cheated me out of it, don't you feel any remorse?"

Yang Dalin and Tian Xueyi shook their heads together. Tian Xueyi, in particular, was more ruthless, stabbing Qi Desheng hard in the chest and saying, "You have a conscience in other people's hearts, but not in yours."

"Want money? No way. Want your life? You can have it."

Qi Desheng was so angry that his heart ached, but he couldn't do anything about Tian Xueyi, his comrade-in-arms who had risked his life for him.

He said in a humble voice, "Brother Tian, ​​I'll call you brother. Can you forgive me for the thirty yesterday? Just give me back my one hundred and seventy."

I accept it, is that alright?

Tian Xueyi didn't give him any face at all and said, "What do you mean 'it's on you'? You should be the one to treat. I've always paid the majority of the bill before. I thought you didn't have much savings, or if you did, not this much. I didn't expect you to have saved so much."

Oh, big black bear, I never imagined that someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you could be so wicked.

People used to say that Xuemei was strict and didn't have any secret savings.

They've always made me spend money, and now I've finally caught them.

I don't care, I'm confiscating this money. We'll use it as our little secret fund for drinking from now on.

It's impossible to take it back.

Yang Dalin watched the two of them outwitting each other and laughed heartily.

Unexpectedly, this affected innocent bystanders. Seeing him laughing happily, Qi Desheng sternly said, "You're the worst kid, still laughing? Did I do this to you just to help me? Get out of here!"

Yang Dalin got up and left, saying politely, "Okay, Brother Sheng, you two chat, I'm leaving, I'll be right away."

Yang Dalin had the same idea. When two tigers fight, one is bound to be injured. If innocent bystanders are caught in the crossfire, it's best to run away as soon as possible.

The two of them were fighting to the death, and I couldn't control them.

These two have been life-or-death friends for over ten years, so a mere two hundred yuan is nothing to them.

Yang Dalin dared to do this because he knew about their relationship; otherwise, wouldn't he have been courting death?

Yang Dalin went to work first, and Tian Xueyi returned after a while.

Yang Dalin asked him, "Brother Tian, ​​what happened in the end?"

Tian Xueyi proudly said, "We split it in half, I gave him seventy, and I kept the remaining one hundred as my little savings for drinking in the future."

After saying that, Brother Tian touched his neck, which seemed to have marks from being strangled.

It seems this was the result of a fierce battle.

Brother Tian is pretty impressive; he didn't give in. Well done!

There was a lot of work to do today, so Tian Xueyi and Yang Da quickly got to work. However, since Yang Dalin had driven before, Tian Xueyi hadn't driven much for several days.

Today, Tian Xueyi was the main driver, and Yang Dalin took over the passenger seat.

Tian Xueyi told him to visit the mechanics as much as possible these few days, and that he would arrange for him to take the certification exam ahead of schedule.

Once he gets his driver's license, Qi Desheng said he would make an exception and promote him to a Level 5 driver.

Instead of Level 5.

Yang Dalin made a great contribution, so it wouldn't be right not to reward him. The freight station doesn't offer many other material rewards, but we can give you a good raise in salary and benefits.

Yang Dalin was quite happy. Now that's good, he doesn't have to start from the driver apprentice level, and he doesn't have to start from the deputy fifth level after becoming a full-fledged driver.

It's directly level five, which means a salary of over fifty, not including extra income.

It would be best to get promoted as soon as possible before things get too windy.

Otherwise, once the wind picks up, you won't have a chance to bring it up yourself.

Back then, the performance evaluation for promotion had been suspended for many years.

Before the summer of 1966, as long as I was promoted to a special-grade or first-grade driver, and I could easily earn some extra money, I could make more than two hundred a month. The benefits were really good.

Life couldn't be more comfortable.

When the time comes, I can take on a few more apprentices and then retire.

Look at Yi Zhonghai, spending his retirement scheming and plotting. It's really boring.

He toiled his whole life to reach the eighth-grade worker level, earning 99 yuan a month plus subsidies of a little over 100 yuan. Then his elderly father suddenly passed away. If it weren't for a mentally challenged man named Shazhu taking over, he would have been truly pitiful.