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

But Uncle Wang said, "Dalin and Xiaohai probably won't have many chances to go to the battlefield in the future. At most, he can only be a political instructor or instructor."

His chances of going to the battlefield in real combat are slim.

Uncle knows about you. You're a brave lad. Uncle likes you. It's settled then. I'll save one for you from now on.

There are others; as more museums are built in the future, I will donate the rest of my spoils to them.

Liu Haiyang's father, Uncle Liu, said, "Old Wang, even this miserly man can be plucked?"

It's not easy.

"What's gotten into you? You're not going to be such a tightwad anymore?"

Uncle Wang said, "Old Liu, times have changed. Military equipment is developing faster and faster. In the future, there will be fewer and fewer things where we can fight with knives."

The military has bayonets, so the chance of using that trophy knife is zero.

I know Xiaohai's personality well; his generation is different from ours back then.

Back then, we were the Eighth Route Army with only three guns. We didn't have enough bullets, so we could only fire three shots before engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

Even if Xiao Hai and his friends join the army and become naval officers on ships, their future roles will likely revolve around machine guns, naval cannons, or missiles.

Close combat is simply impossible now.

If I leave it to Xiaohai, he won't need it; it'll just be a keepsake. If I give it to my nephew Dalin, maybe he'll find it useful.

At the very least, it can be used for self-defense, and I can cut down a few more bad guys.

Yang Dalin never expected Uncle Wang to have such a high opinion of him.

I'm also happy that Uncle Wang values ​​me so much.

However, it's also wrong to take away what others like.

He could only say, "Uncle Wang, you're in very good health. It'll be decades before you go to see Marx."

By then, I'll probably have grandchildren.

So, you should keep it for now. If it doesn't work out with your son, you can leave it to your grandson.

Uncle Wang smiled and said, "Alright, we'll talk about it later."

Then Uncle Wang glanced around at his other comrades and said, "Alright, old bandits, we've arrived. Let's get started."

What are you waiting for?

"Quickly take out the food and drinks you brought."

After Uncle Wang finished speaking, he walked to the place where clothes were hung by the door and took out two bottles of liquor from his coat pocket.

There was also a bag of peanuts and two jin of grain coupons.

Uncle Wang handed the grain coupons to Liu Haiyang's mother.

Well, this is a group of comrades finding an opportunity to have a meal together.

They were about the same age as Yang Dalin and his gang of teenagers.

The other uncles did the same thing.

Some people were taking things out of their coats, while others were taking things out of their trouser pockets.

Some people were taking things out of their handbags.

Anyway, no one came empty-handed.

Fortunately, Yang Dalin also brought two bottles of liquor and a bag of pig's head meat with him today.

The things I brought will come in handy later.

Seeing the other uncles taking out their grain coupons, Yang Dalin also took out a handful of grain coupons from his pocket, counted out two jin (1 kg), and prepared to put them on Liu Ma's table as well.

Just then, Liu's mother went to get the plate containing the food, and Liu's father noticed Yang Dalin's actions.

She grabbed him directly: "That's enough, Dalinzi. You only need to bring the wine and this pig's head meat. You can keep the food coupons."

Our military personnel receive more rations than civilians.

Besides, you're only a visitor occasionally, while these bandits come every few days.

If we don't accept food coupons, we won't be able to feed them.

Don't make a fuss. They're not just giving them their share; their son's share is also included.

"Put yours away."

Yang Dalin didn't want to argue with Uncle Liu any longer, so he had no choice but to put the grain coupons away.

Then Yang Dalin said, "Uncles, I will get my driver's license tomorrow, and I may often travel to other places to drive cars in the future."

Next time I'll bring some seafood for everyone, so you uncles can try it.

As soon as Yang Dalin finished speaking, all the uncles laughed.

Wang Xiaohai tugged at Yang Dalin's sleeve.

Yang Dalin turned to him and asked, "What's wrong with everyone? What are you laughing at?"

Before Wang Xiaohai could speak, Uncle Wang said, "Thank you for your kindness, Dalinzi, but we really don't need you. Have you forgotten what we do?"

If you travel inland, it's fine if you come across some other local specialties.

Forget about things from the sea.

Yang Dalin slapped his forehead, realizing he had indeed forgotten that the room was full of naval officers.

It's hard to say in summer, but in winter, which of these naval officers would be short of seafood?

Isn't this like showing off your skills in front of Guan Yu?

The navy deals with the ocean every day, so how could they not turn to the sea during this famine?

I bet they've even eaten whale meat.

Don't even mention dried seafood.

Everyone saw that Yang Dalin had come to his senses and burst into laughter.

Yang Dalin wasn't embarrassed at all and said directly, "That was because I didn't think it through, uncles. In the future, when I travel to other places, if I find any local specialties, I'll bring them back for you."

Uncle Liu said, "Good, Da Linzi is the most thoughtful. He's more sensible than all of us sons."

Come on, get ready, dinner will be served soon.

Sure enough, when the dishes were served, there were all kinds of smoked fish, dried goods, and steamed and boiled seafood.

There are just too many varieties.

Yang Dalin and several uncles sat at one table, while Zhao Yumin, Liu Haiyang, and others sat at another table with Aunt Liu.

Poor thing, this group was the same one at the children's table.

Yang Dalin had a few drinks with his uncles.

They all invited him to visit them next time.

Yang Dalin readily agreed.

We had some tea at noon, and after lunch, everyone drank other teas.

Liu's father would definitely not take out the top-quality tea that Yang Dalin gave him to serve guests.

They put it euphemistically: "This is a gift for our senior superiors. You're only fit to drink tea dust. Be grateful you even have tea dust to drink. Don't be picky."

The group of people who came hoping to get some good tea were quite frustrated.

During the dinner and tea time, Yang Dalin heard many stories from his predecessors about their past battles.

Every single story is both moving and inspiring.

Yang Dalin suddenly had an idea: it would be great if he could record all these touching and heroic stories.

It can be published later when the time is right, or left as a reference for future generations.

To educate future generations.

Or perhaps in the 1980s, when they have more money and the conditions allow, they can turn these moving stories into a TV series.

It can not only educate the new generation, but also enhance one's own reputation.

You should know that in the 80s and 90s, sometimes, fame could make money.

In an era when information flow was inconvenient, producing TV dramas and investing in them might have been a good way to increase one's fame.

For example, we could prepare a "Bright Sword" game in advance.

We could also support director Yang Jie and hope he can make Journey to the West a more complete story.

If it's replayed thousands of times in the future, and the credits are changed from "Thanks to [Railway Name]" to "Thanks to [Your Company]", then it will truly be remembered for decades.

In the future, when introducing myself to others, I will say that I am the boss who invested in "Bright Sword" or "Journey to the West".

That instantly elevates the class.

Not only that, but you can also get a share of the other famous works yourself.

If you help sell the TV series "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to ordinary people, you'll definitely make a lot of money off them.

That would be a disservice to our simple life.

They really love the stories of the Three Kingdoms.

In the future, I can also unite with the various second-generation figures present here; there will be many more things I can do then.

They would definitely be happy to take a bunch of henchmen to capitalist countries to rob them and fleece them.