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

When this group of people rides onto the main road, they don't stand out too much.

Each person had a large fish hanging from their handlebars, weighing at least two or three pounds.

Upon arriving near Princess Tomb, Yang Dalin bid farewell to Zhao Yumin and Liu Haiyang's invitation.

He went home with Ma San.

Zhao Yumin quietly returned home. As soon as he entered the door, he prepared to put the fish he had brought and the meat he had brought back that he hadn't used into the kitchen.

Suddenly, I noticed that the light at the kitchen doorway had dimmed.

It turned out that his father had already cornered him at the kitchen door.

Standing behind him were his mother, his aggressive older sister, and his younger brother.

Zhao Yumin looked like a thief at this moment. As soon as he put the things down, he quickly turned around and picked up the fish they had caught to show his family, and said weakly, "Dad, Mom, Sister, Yuming, look at the fish I brought."

Zhao's father tapped the horsewhip in his hand intermittently, his face grim, and said, "Fish? Where did this come from? It's the meat your mother bought this morning. I'll turn you into a dead fish."

As he spoke, Zhao's father rushed over to grab Zhao Yumin.

Zhao Yumin grabbed his schoolbag again and held it up: "Stop, Dad, the meat is in the schoolbag, it hasn't been touched."

Mr. Zhao stopped for a moment, and Mrs. Zhao squeezed over, took the schoolbag and looked inside. Good heavens, not only did it contain the pound of fatty meat she bought that morning, but also a can of meat that she had been keeping, a bottle of Xifeng liquor that her father had been keeping, and a paper package inside that she didn't know what it was.

There are also a few sweet potatoes and potatoes below.

Aunt Zhao snatched the fish from his hand again, leaving him with the words, "Old Zhao, don't be too gentle. You'll be bedridden for three days."

Zhao Yumin's sister, standing outside the door, also said, "Dad, do you need my help?"

Zhao Yumin's younger brother, Zhao Yuming, is only one year younger than Zhao Yumin.

Standing at the door, with one hand bracing against the doorframe, she said, "Dad, I can also block the door for you. I will never let our traitorous brother run out."

Judging from this situation, Zhao Yumin's status at home is precarious; the whole family is going to beat him up.

Just then, Zhao's father's whip was about to lash out.

Zhao Yumin quickly called out, "Dad, I didn't touch those things. I also brought a gift. Besides the fish, there was also some premium tea for you."

I have important military intelligence to report. Could we discuss whether or not to fight after I've finished?

Zhao's father was already wavering when he heard that his son had brought some top-quality tea, but this kid also lied and claimed to have important military intelligence.

"Bullshit military intelligence, Old Zhao doesn't believe it. What important military intelligence could you possibly have on you, you brat?"

The whip snapped down with a crack.

"Ouch... Zhao the basket weaver, can you wait for me... Ouch... to finish... Ouch... Ah."

Zhao Yumin has already been whipped three times.

Zhao Yumin ran to the door. When his older sister, Zhao Yuqin, saw that her brother's tears had been drawn out, her heart softened. In the end, she still took back the meat without losing a single piece.

Otherwise, I will show absolutely no mercy.

Zhao Yuqin dodged and spared her younger brother.

Zhao Yumin then looked at his "cute" younger brother.

Seeing that his elder sister had let his elder brother off the hook, Zhao Yuming realized he was alone and afraid of retaliation. He sighed and let his brother go as well.

Zhao Yumin hid at the top of the stairs leading to the second floor and told his father, who had caught up with him, "Wait, Lao Zhao, let me finish what I have to say first."

If there's really important military news, then we'll go into your study, you lock the door, and send your two most obedient lackeys outside. Listen to me, and if you hit me again, I won't be able to escape.

I had no complaints.

Will this work?

Father Zhao knew that the two most obedient lackeys Zhao Yumin mentioned were his sister Zhao Yuqin and his brother Zhao Yuming.

He doesn't believe important military intelligence, but when he hears that he can come into the study with him, he knows he can't escape.

This would save Zhao's father the trouble of chasing after him up and down the stairs, so he could agree to that.

Zhao Ma's voice came from the living room: "There really is a packet of good tea. Old Zhao, let's call a truce for now and listen to how this brat tries to explain himself. If that doesn't work, you can give your study a good tidy-up, and I'll be able to avoid seeing it and getting annoyed."

Old Zhao replied, "Yes, madam."

"You brat, come on, let's see how you try to explain yourself."

Zhao Yumin went down the stairs and walked ahead. The study was on the first floor, directly opposite the kitchen, one to the south and the other to the north.

Upon entering Old Zhao's study, Old Zhao did not arrange for two "guards" to lock the door from the inside.

He plopped down, lit a cigarette, and gestured for Zhao Yumin to begin: "Go on, start your sophistry. Don't sit down, your butt won't hurt if you stand."

Zhao Yumin first briefly explained how he met Yang Dalin last week.

We started talking about today's picnic again.

He recounted his conversation with Yang Dalin about how small elite units needed helicopters for combat, and then went on to talk about the small aircraft that a guest had mentioned to him a few years ago.

He also relayed some of Yang Dalin's suggestions.

At first, Zhao's father was smoking a cigarette slowly, but the more he listened, the more alarmed he became.

He had indeed heard an expert who was visiting him mention those small aircraft a few years ago.

However, the expert at the time did not approve of this idea and mentioned it as an amusing anecdote, because the mainstream method of dealing with tanks in international military affairs is now helicopters.

Helicopters have a long range and strong firepower.

But after listening to my son today, it seems they've all fallen into a misconception.

Helicopters cannot be domestically produced yet, and it is unknown when they will be able to be equipped.

Although the situation in the north is not that serious yet, the military must take precautions.

There is a simple aircraft that can be built at a very low cost and equipped with a manually operated rocket launcher.

That would be absolutely fantastic.

Even if they suffer heavy casualties.

Something is better than nothing, right? We don't even have a single combat-ready helicopter in our air force right now.

After listening, Zhao's father seemed to be deep in thought, and quickly asked, "Who else knew about this back then?"

Where does Yang Dalin work, and how old is he?

Zhao Yumin knew this was no simple matter from his father's serious and earnest expression.

He quickly explained Yang Laoda's situation and the fact that only he and Liu Haiyang knew about the small flying machine they had talked about.

Mr. Zhao quickly chased him out, closed the door, and then picked up the red landline in the study and made several phone calls.

The first call was to his superiors, the second to the military's investigation department, and the third to Liu Haiyang's father.

Liu's father is doing the same thing as Zhao's father did just a dozen minutes ago.

The difference is that they are using a leather belt instead of a riding whip.

Liu Haiyang wasn't as clever as Zhao Yumin, so when he got home, he didn't tell his father about the small aircraft right away.

So Liu Haiyang was dealt with terribly.

Upon hearing the phone ring, Liu's father quickly answered it, grabbed his eldest son, and instructed the guard to prepare a vehicle to go directly to Zhao Yumin's house.

Left behind, Liu's mother, heartbroken for her son, was still calling out, "Husband, where are you going? You could have just tidied up at home, why did you take him outside to do it?"

Liu's father said from afar, "Don't worry, he won't die. You don't need to worry about him."

After he finished speaking, a guard drove him directly to the Air Force compound.