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

Otherwise, what kind of skill would it be for a bunch of rich kids to make money by relying on government approvals?

Earning this little bit of money domestically is less worthwhile than going to Japan, Europe, and America to make a fortune.

Things like the future appreciation of the Japanese currency, the iron ore from Australia, the oil from Africa and South America, the research and development of food and seed companies, and the gold hidden in the Japanese territory on Luzon Island.

Wait, there are just too many opportunities to make money.

And that big, dumb guy to the north went bankrupt. There were just too many interests and talented people involved.

Not only will it help develop my hometown, but more importantly, I can make a fortune from it.

Then, by gathering a bunch of like-minded second-generation rich kids, life would be incredibly comfortable.

Absolutely awesome.

There are also some energy and technology plans that will allow me to become incredibly wealthy in the future.

Therefore, Yang Dalin is trying his best to maintain the connections he has made.

I can develop rapidly in the future.

Thinking of this, Yang Dalin suggested, "You uncles have many stories to tell. Next time I visit you, could I bring a notebook and record your stories?"

I plan to see if I can write a novel based on the stories of all of you uncles.

One of the senior colonels said, "Great idea! Is Da Linzi really that capable?"

Yang Dalin wrote online novels in his previous life, but he wasn't good at writing literary works.

But it's passable for writing a lighthearted online novel.

Yang Dalin also knew that it was not appropriate to publish in the next few years, or even the next ten years or so.

He could only humbly say, "Uncle Jiang, I don't have much writing talent. I just wanted to record more material and polish it slowly. I probably won't be able to write it out in a short time."

Once I finish writing it, I'll definitely share it with everyone.

Uncle Liu also said, "That's fine, no rush, take your time."

Your uncle Wang is the most eloquent among us; ask him to tell you more about it later.

There were over a decade or two of wars fought before liberation; the stories are simply too numerous to count.

Uncle Wang also said, "Dalinzi, Uncle Wang used to be a political commissar. You can come to me more often in the future. I guarantee I have a lot of stories. You are better than Xiaohai. You are still young, so don't rush. Write slowly."

"Let's take a look together once it's finished writing."

The drinking session lasted until after 3 p.m.

Yang Dalin was escorted out of the compound by a group of his underlings.

She was carrying a handbag and a lot of gifts.

The longest one is that military knife.

When I left, the security guards specifically checked my identity.

Once outside the compound, Yang Dalin put everything into his spatial storage.

Otherwise, it would be too conspicuous to ride a military knife openly on the street.

When Yang Dalin returned to the courtyard, he saw that Sha Zhu's wife, Mi Ya, was playing with Mi Li and Sha Zhu and his sister at the Qi family's house.

Miya and Aunt Qi were learning needlework together, while Mili was being looked after by Qi Yanhua. The little girl was very well-behaved.

As soon as she saw Yang Dalin return, she asked him to hold her.

I'm very close to Yang Dalin.

It was mainly Yang Dalin who fed them the most.

Then Sha Zhu, like a lackey, would sometimes add water for Aunt Qi and Mi Ya, and sometimes do odd jobs for them.

Yang Dalin simply couldn't bear to look.

This guy is a total simp.

However, Yang Dalin noticed that the other person seemed to have a few pimples on their face.

Yang Dalin also asked, "Brother Zhu, is your face inflamed?"

If you have a sore throat or other heat-related symptoms, drink more chilled mung bean soup; it helps to cool you down.

Sha Zhu, upon hearing Yang Dalin's sarcastic remarks, pushed him into Yang Dalin's house.

"Bro, don't you know why I'm so stressed?"

Pretending to be ignorant when you know the truth, and in the dead of winter, you want me to drink iced mung bean soup? How could you even think of that?

Yang Dalin stubbornly denied it, laughing as he said, "Brother Zhu, I'm doing this for your own good."

"Why does the dog bite Lü Dongbin, not recognizing a kind heart?"

Upon hearing this, Sha Zhu was about to come up and teach Yang Dalin a lesson.

As a result, Yang Dalin shoved Sha Zhu down onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and Sha Zhu struggled for a moment but didn't move.

He had no choice but to admit defeat: "You brat, did you take some kind of superpower? How come you're so strong? Even I, who's used to wielding a big ladle all year round, am not as strong as you."

Yang Dalin knew that Sha Zhu was just talking nonsense, and that he had indeed taken the powerful pills produced by the system.

Even if he told her, Shazhu wouldn't believe him.

"Yes, Brother Zhu, I bought one from the white-bearded old man who has a stall on the street."

After eating it, you'll have the strength of an ox.

Haha, stop talking nonsense. Just tell me if you're convinced or not. If you're not convinced, I'll call my sister-in-law in.

When my sister-in-law saw you like this, with me pinning you down and beating you so badly you couldn't even fight back, her opinion of you was quite something...

Sha Zhu quickly whispered, "I give up, brother, I admit defeat."

Yang Dalin loosened his grip on Sha Zhu, who then rubbed his wrist.

He deliberately changed the subject to change his awkwardness, saying, "After breakfast today, do you know who I ran into?"

"Who could it be? It must be someone from our department."

The only person you should pay attention to is Xu Damao.

Sha Zhu stared wide-eyed and gave Yang Dalin a thumbs up: "Brother, I'm impressed by your brain."

You know how he looked this morning, all dressed up and with that smug grin on his face. I bet he went on a blind date.

Yang Dalin said, "That's obvious. Your marriage must have upset him."

I can also imagine that he's thinking about finding a wife even prettier than his sister-in-law.

Sha Zhu said dismissively, "Tch, him? Forget it. Even if he finds a pretty one, he won't be able to make it work."

He's a cunning and scheming person.

Besides, how easy is it for him to find someone more virtuous than my wife?

Sha Zhu is right about this. The person who understands you best is not necessarily your parents; it could be your enemy.

Xu Damao is indeed full of tricks.

He is lecherous, cowardly, arrogant, and capable of betraying anyone, including mortgaging his parents' house later.

Many Tomato articles say that this kid is most like people from later generations.

But Yang Dalin disagreed.

Are all future generations like him, lustful and unscrupulous, capable of mortgaging their parents' house?

Forget it.

Xu Damao is a sophisticated egoist.

This is indeed similar to that of many people in later generations.

But that's all there is to it.

Xu Damao also seems to have the aura of a protagonist.

Otherwise, just look at his messy affairs in the countryside, sleeping with Qin Jingru before divorcing Lou Xiao'e, and then having a fling with Yu Haitang.

Later, he even tried to replace Director Li, and so on. It would be good if he could survive a few episodes in this era.

We can't allow him to be so arrogant.

I had no idea where in the Northwest I'd be sent to dig sand.

Yang Dalin and Sha Zhu became close because Sha Zhu was more sensible and less selfish than Xu Damao.

Yi Zhonghai was right in saying that.

Haha, it's a pity that Sha Zhu has become one of my own.

Yi Zhonghai won't have another chance.