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

Xu Damao continued, "I really thought it was you two who said it, so at the time, I didn't think too much about it. When Dalinzi said he knew that he had contacted the three of us yesterday, I couldn't help but tell him directly."

But I think even if I don't say it, Dalinzi will. Dalinzi definitely knows what Yan Bugui told us; we can't hide it from him.

"If it weren't for Old Yan's family causing trouble, I doubt Da Linzi would have exposed Old Yan's stinginess today."

After listening, Liu Haizhong seemed to be deep in thought. He tapped the table and said, "Old Yi, I think Da Mao makes sense. Da Mao isn't an ignorant child."

Did Lao Yan find a fourth person, and is this the person who said that?

Yi Zhonghai thought for a moment and said, "That's for sure. He might have even gone through everyone who had ever lent money to Dalinzi."

Xu Damao quickly chimed in, "Yes, I think so. Isn't that what Sha Zhu said? You know how loose his tongue is, he can't keep a secret."

Yi Zhonghai shook his head: "Impossible. We all know Zhu Zi has a big mouth. Would Lao Yan talk to him about it?"

Moreover, Zhu Zi and Da Lin Zi are the closest of friends. How stupid must Lao Yan be to go to Zhu Zi and have him betray him?

None of the three were able to figure it out. They didn't know who had lent money to Yang Dalin, and could only guess roughly. Yan Bugui was probably the one who knew the specifics of who had lent money to Yang Dalin.

There's no point in making wild guesses about this.

Seeing that Yi Zhonghai remained silent, Liu Haizhong said, "Alright, Lao Yi, there's no point in guessing this anymore. Just tell Da Mao to be more careful with his words in the future."

Da Mao, listen to me. We're all from the same neighborhood. No matter how good your relationship is with Da Linzi, don't offend the others too much.

Because you never know when you might need someone else's help, you know?

Xu Damao repeatedly agreed, said goodbye to Yi Zhonghai, and turned to leave.

After Xu Damao left, Liu Haizhong said, "I don't think Damao is lying. It's possible that Lao Yan found someone else. But unexpectedly, he shot himself in the foot."

Yi Zhonghai nodded: "Yes, I'm just wondering how Dalinzi knew about last night's events. I wanted to give him a few words of advice so that he wouldn't strain the relationships in the courtyard too much."

Otherwise, we'll have a lot more problems in the future, and we can easily resolve minor conflicts.

Big conflicts are especially troublesome. We both go to work every day, and if we come home to a bunch of other problems, it'll be incredibly annoying.

Liu Haizhong nodded in understanding.

The two of them racked their brains but couldn't figure out how Yang Dalin knew.

Little did the two of them know that Yang Dalin had super hearing.

Yang Dalin had overheard everything Yan Bugui said to whom yesterday.

These two wanted to find out who had told Yang Dalin, but naturally they couldn't.

When Yan Bugui got home, he went straight to bed, feeling depressed, and buried his head in the blankets.

Seeing Yan Bugui's distressed look, Yang Ruihua sat on the edge of the bed and whispered, "Old Yan, it's all my fault today. I messed things up. If you're angry, scold me or hit me a few times. Don't get angry and hurt yourself."

Yan Bugui wouldn't take his anger out on a woman; he was angry because his interpersonal relationships were getting worse and worse.

How come Yang Dalin knew everything I whispered last night, and knew it all so clearly, making me lose face so badly?

I never intended to get the money. I just wanted Yang Ruihua to make a fuss and get something. It wouldn't be a big problem.

As a result, Yang Dalin explained everything he had done, thought, and said clearly, which terrified Yan Bugui.

Could there be a traitor among my own people? Who could be the biggest traitor? There's no one else but Yang Ruihua.

After all, Yang Ruihua knew everything.

But how could that be? She's his wife of over twenty years.

What reason would she have to betray herself?

Impossible.

Seeing that Yan Bugui remained silent, Yang Ruihua called out a few more times, "Boss, boss..."

Yan Bugui's thoughts were interrupted, and he revealed his small eyes behind his glasses: "I'm fine, let me think about it carefully. You should hurry up and get ready for bed."

Yan Bugui didn't sleep well at all that night. After thinking it over and over, he could only come up with one idea.

That means he's faking illness and acting pitiful for a few days, because he doesn't know if anyone will report it to his workplace.

However, people who are sick still receive some preferential treatment.

Most people are soft-hearted, and once they hear that he is sick, they will definitely not say much.

Wait a few days, let things calm down, and then you can go back to work. It's like suppressing a trending topic.

So the next morning, Yan Bugui instructed Yang Ruihua to tell others that he was ill.

He asked Jie Cheng to go to the school to ask for leave for him.

I gather some useless herbs at home and boil them three times a day at the doorstep.

Let everyone in the yard see it.

After Yang Ruihua understood, he went to other people's houses in the yard early the next morning to get the medicine pot.

This medicine pot is the only one in the whole courtyard; it's used by whoever needs it.

If someone in your family is sick, just tell the person who used it last time and they can take it.

You can't let someone hand it to you; you have to take it yourself.

In the original drama, because of the medicine pot, Bang Geng was taught by Xu Damao and beat up Liu Guangfu.

Yang Ruihua knew the rules; early in the morning, he went to Niu Dali's house and brought back the medicine pot.

A small stove was set up at the door, and the medicine was brewed.

Yang Dalin had just gotten up and stepped outside when he saw what Yang Ruihua was doing.

Upon closer listening, it turned out that Yan Bugui was doing home renovations.

He gave a cold laugh, but Yang Dalin didn't say anything.

They even politely asked, "Aunt Yan, who is sick?"

When Yang Ruihua saw Yang Dalin acting as if nothing was wrong, she said apologetically, "It's your Uncle Yan. He's not feeling well."

Yang Dalin suppressed a laugh and said, "You must have brewed this medicine quite early; you brought it back first thing in the morning."

Alright, you go ahead with your work, I'm going to wash up.

I'll come back and visit Teacher Yan later. I hope she doesn't develop any serious illness; she should go to the hospital if necessary.

Yang Ruihua understood what Yang Dalin meant: "Your family is really something, getting the medicine back so early in the morning. What hospital opens this early?"

It's just dawn, this is way too early.

Also, if you're really sick, go to the hospital to get checked out as soon as possible, lest you get really sick from getting angry.

Yang Ruihua wanted to refute Yang Dalin's words, but unfortunately, Yang Dalin turned around and went to wash up.

Yang Ruihua was not given a chance to speak again.

Yang Ruihua couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. How could that stinky Yang Dalin be so clever?

It's alarming that they could see through Lao Yan's arrangements so quickly. I'm afraid they might tell someone else something and everyone will find out.

Yang Ruihua turned back and spoke to Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui lay in bed, listened to Yang Ruihua's words, glanced at the clock in the room, patted her hand and said, "It's okay, it's still early, most people haven't gotten up yet, don't worry about him, I believe he'll see through it but won't say anything."

Even if he didn't say it, those two old guys, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong, would know that I was faking illness.

The fact that neither of them called me out yesterday was a way of saving face for me. If anyone is to blame, it's Xu Damao.

I truly regret going to see him yesterday.