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

Yi Zhonghai handed the remaining bowl to Yi Wenshi.

Whether moved by Yang Dalin or something else, Yi Wenshi became envious.

Liu Haizhong's wife, Wang Yuhuan, comforted her.

Perhaps not many young people in the courtyard brought food to Yiwenshi.

Wang Yuhuan put his arm around Yi Wenshi's shoulder and patted her back.

Yi Wen said kindly, "Thank you, Da Linzi, thank you."

Yang Dalin knew that the old woman was probably suffering in her heart. Finally, there was a younger generation who still cared about her. Jia Dongxu's family hadn't given the Yi family much to eat; it was mostly the Yi family that was making the sacrifices.

Yang Dalin quickly waved his hand, took her arm and said, "No need to be polite, Aunt Yi, it's just a bowl of porridge."

"I'll think of you two again when good things happen in the future."

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai was also deeply moved.

He sniffed, wiped his eyes, and said, "Alright, Dalinzi is a good kid, what are you doing?"

"Let's go back and take the porridge home first, otherwise it will get cold."

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There were Liu Haizhong's and Wang Yuhuan's, but unfortunately Yan Bugui and his wife were not old enough, so they didn't get one.

Seeing that the porridge inside was all gone, Yang Dalin leaned close to Shazhu's ear and told him about the idea he had just come up with to trick Yan Bugui.

Upon hearing this, Sha Zhu nodded repeatedly with a sly smile.

He turned around and went home, then came out a little while later.

Yang Dalin also shared his thoughts: "Everyone should thank Brother Zhuzi today. He helped us all morning, so let's give him a big thumbs up!"

Upon hearing this, everyone applauded Sha Zhu.

Xu Damao, who was eating sunflower seeds the whole time, looked disdainful, didn't clap, and even stuck out his tongue and spat the sunflower seed shells on the ground.

Sha Zhu naturally saw his action and glared fiercely at Xu Damao.

Sha Zhu quickly pressed his hands down and said, "Everyone, don't be so polite. It's all what I should do. There will be other opportunities next time, and I'll let everyone taste my cooking again."

Seeing that this kind of activity could be held more often, Yi Zhonghai suggested: "Everyone saw how happy the elderly and children in our compound are today."

First of all, I would like to thank Dalinzi and Zhuzi, two good young men from our college.

This time, Dalinzi happened to get some cheap seafood while at the beach, and also took out some rice to supplement the nutrition of the elderly and children in the yard.

Zhu Zi added some vegetables, and there was still time left over from burning the fire.

However, even if Dalinzi came all the time, he couldn't afford to handle this kind of thing.

I have an idea, please listen and see if it suits your taste.

Some families in our compound are better off, while others are worse off.

We can do it once a week or every two weeks.

Those who are better off can contribute rice, noodles, cornmeal, or anything like that. We can cook a pot of it once a week or every two weeks to supplement the nutrition of the elderly and children in our facility.

Even if there's no seafood or meat, it's fine. A little refined grain, like millet, is fine, or you can mix refined grain with some whole grain.

How about we get through this disaster year together? Does everyone think that's a good idea?

Upon hearing this, the onlookers all thought it was a good idea, especially some of the family members from disadvantaged backgrounds who shouted, "Good!"

Seeing that everyone was quite satisfied, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong also clapped with satisfaction.

Yang Dalin knew that Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong wanted to win over the people in the courtyard.

He would support them as long as they were willing to contribute more.

However, Xu Damao from the crowd suggested, "Uncle, Uncle, this is a good idea, but the conditions are good. How should it be calculated? And having others provide the grain is fine once or twice, but it's not appropriate in the long run."

Xu Damao was afraid of getting something out of him, so Liu Haizhong came out.

Liu Haizhong had probably discussed this with Yi Zhonghai earlier and knew their concerns, so he said loudly, "I think this is a good idea. This is something that Lao Yi and I discussed briefly. We'll refine it later and then hold a big meeting to inform everyone. As for the conditions, I think we should set them based on per capita income, and then select a few representatives to take turns."

Otherwise, it's unrealistic for any family to produce something every month.

A week is too short, and if half a month isn't enough, then once a month is fine.

This might only happen two or three times a year for a family, so no one would be under that much pressure. Besides, this can't go on forever. Once the food supply returns to normal, we have to let it go, otherwise no one can bear it.

The family that receives the favor should help the family that gave something in other ways, such as helping with chores, right?

Otherwise, who would want to give away things for free and not get any credit?

Zhu Zi is skilled in cooking; he's a great cook. But considering his skills, we won't let him contribute anything else.

Liu Haizhong's words today were well said, clearly after being discussed with Yi Zhonghai. Sha Zhu, seeing that he was being given face, was the first to applaud.

Everyone else agreed, and Xu Damao, seeing that he was unique, didn't say anything more.

To be honest, he wasn't very popular in the neighborhood.

Everyone was quite content upon hearing this happy news.

After Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong finished speaking, Sha Zhu and Yang Dalin started washing the pots.

When everyone saw that Yang Dalin and Shazhu were preparing to use the tap in the middle courtyard to wash the pots, they knew that everything was fine and they all prepared to turn around and go home.

As everyone was walking, they suddenly heard He Yushui shout, "Brother Dalin, you knocked over the candy jar!"

Everyone turned around again and looked at the large pot next to the tap in the middle courtyard.

Then Yang Dalin slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Oh dear, how did I knock over the brown sugar jar that Brother Zhu asked me to wash together?"

"What are you doing with this brown sugar jar, Brother Zhu?"

Sha Zhu said, "I just saw you were going to help me wash the pot, so I asked you to help me wash this jar too."

Who knew you'd spill it?

Oh dear, quite a bit of brown sugar was poured in here.

Everyone looked at the pot, which was mostly filled with cold water, a little brown sugar, and some bits of seafood porridge residue.

They kept saying it was a pity, so much brown sugar was wasted.

He Yushui cried out anxiously, "Oh dear, what are we going to do? What a waste of all this brown sugar!"

Yang Dalin suppressed a laugh and said, "Don't worry about the rain, I'll compensate your family with brown sugar. It's a pity about this pot of dishwater."

After all, there's so much brown sugar in it.

I'll see who needs some, then I'll go home and make a big pot of brown sugar water, enough to drink for many days.

Sha Zhu pinched his thigh to suppress his anger and said, "It's okay, Da Linzi, it's not your fault. I think we should send it to Teacher Yan instead."

Teacher Yan is frugal. Jie Kuang said he was feeling hot-tempered, so let's send some over to him. It won't be a waste, and it'll help cool him down.

"Come on, let's carry it together, don't let it spill."

Xu Damao, who was a bit clever, immediately realized that Yang Dalin and Shazhu were trying to prank Yan Laokou.

The young man quickly handed the melon seeds in his hand to He Yushui.

"Here are some melon seeds for you, Rainwater," he said, patting the large iron pot and lifting it by the handle, "Wow, it's so heavy! Let me help you two out."

The three of them exchanged a glance and understood.