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

Driver Shao rubbed his eyes, stared carefully ahead, and said, "Brother, are your eyesight that good? I still can't see what's ahead clearly!"

Yang Dalin said, "Brother Shao, if you drive a little further, you'll see clearly. You're carrying a weapon, right? Take it out and load it beforehand, and we'll see what happens later."

After saying that, Yang Dalin took out a pistol from his back waist and cocked it with a click.

Brother Shao glanced at it and said, "Goodness, brother, you're even bringing weapons home to visit your family?"

Yang Dalin said dismissively, "Brother Shao, you know what's been going on lately. I don't believe your team hasn't encountered this situation recently."

We have no problem driving in the city and suburbs, but we've encountered this several times on longer routes.

So the longer items were always carried in the vehicle, while the shorter items were always carried on one's person.

Brother Shao shifted gears, slowing the car down a bit. With one hand on the steering wheel, he took out a pistol from his waistband, cocked it, and put it aside, saying, "It's the same. It's alright around the city, but once you go further out, we've encountered this kind of thing quite a few times this year."

We'll act according to the situation and try to avoid hurting anyone. They're just a bunch of starving people who've been driven to desperation.

We don't have those kinds of ruthless bandits around here; most of them just want some food and money.

We didn't have anything on our truck, no supplies or food.

I'll get off the bus in a bit, talk to them, and if that doesn't work, I'll give them some money and we'll go over.

Otherwise, if someone gets hurt, it won't be a big deal for me, but I'm worried about delaying your meeting with your colleagues.

However, we must also be careful, as there may be some who are desperate for food. If they have weapons, then we should act according to my instructions and shoot if necessary.

Don't be afraid to take action.

After saying that, Brother Shao pulled out a long gun from behind the driver's seat.

I asked him, "You know how to use it, right? The Russian's water jet sprayer."

Yang Dalin took it and cocked it with a click.

"I know how to use it, don't worry, Brother Shao."

But I'll go down in a bit. I'm strong, I can move that big log away in one go. Then you see my hand gesture, if things are not right, just drive over. I can run fast too, I can just climb onto the truck bed.

Just try not to get entangled with them.

Otherwise, once they all surround us, it will be difficult for us to leave.

Yang Dalin was also worried that if the other side really had weapons, his newly acquainted Brother Shao might get into trouble while being surrounded.

That would be troublesome.

He's strong, fast, a good shot, and his reaction time is definitely faster than driver Shao's.

When Driver Shao heard Yang Dalin say this, how could he agree? He said, "Brother, you've only just started working. You don't have as much experience as me. You stay in the car, and I'll get out."

Normally, no one dies here; at most, a little money is all it takes to get rid of them.

This is the car I drove; I'd better not let you take the risk.

Yang Dalin said seriously, "Brother Shao, why do you think I'm so young, yet I can reach level five in such a short time?"

If I didn't have some real skills, how could I possibly succeed?

Let's stop arguing, we'll be there soon.

Don't worry, just do as I say.

After saying that, Yang Dalin tucked the pistol into his waistband. He didn't take the rifle with him. The truck stopped more than ten meters away from the large log, which was more like a tree trunk.

It is more than five meters long.

Before Brother Shao could react, Yang Dalin got out of the car.

As soon as Yang Dalin got out of the car, he heard a whistle and twelve people rushed out from the dry ditches on both sides, forming a semi-circle around Yang Dalin and his car from several meters away.

There were six on each side, all of them wearing towels to cover their faces. Two of them had old-fashioned firearms, and the other was holding a Mauser pistol.

They were hiding in the ditches on both sides of the road. Yang Dalin's vision was obstructed, and he could only hear how many people there were, but not how many weapons they had.

Yang Dalin only saw them after they rushed out.

Yang Dalin raised his hands to indicate that he meant no harm and shouted loudly, "Fellow villagers, we are just passing by. We have no food or supplies in our vehicle."

I know it's not easy for you either; you were all forced into it.

Here's five yuan for you, how about you buy some grain?

"Let's move the wood. If something serious happens, someone gets killed, or someone gets hurt, it won't be good for anyone."

Upon hearing this, one of the men holding the torch put it away, climbed onto the truck bed, and peered inside by stepping on the tires.

Neither Yang Dalin nor driver Shao objected.

A group of people dressed in tattered clothes, as thin as sticks, with mediocre weapons, and the rest of them were just wooden sticks and the like.

The most dangerous thing is probably that turtle-shaped pistol.

Yang Dalin also noticed that the Mauser pistol wasn't loaded, and the two flintlock pistols weren't loaded with gunpowder; he guessed it was just for scareming people.

Soon after the person with the fire-breathing gun finished reading, he returned to the person with the tortoise shell.

The two men with flintlock pistols approached the man with the pistol. The one on the left whispered, "Fourth brother, there's nothing in the car except a rickshaw. Just take five dollars."

Let them pass.

"It's really bad if this gets out of hand. We all live nearby; if something happens, we won't be able to escape either."

The fourth man in the middle nodded and said in a low voice, "Okay, five yuan can buy more than two jin of coarse grains. It's worth the trip. Let them go."

We'll try our best not to hurt anyone, as long as they give us money and food stamps.

Yang Dalin heard their whispers very clearly.

However, Yang Dalin did not let his guard down.

We should still be careful to avoid any more unexpected problems.

The man called Lao Si shouted loudly, "Alright, thanks a lot, brother. We really can't survive anymore. Lao Ba, you take three men and move the tree away."

"Brother, you pay first."

Yang Dalin was about to take five yuan out of his pocket.

At this moment, another younger man on the right, holding a red-tasseled spear, shouted in a hoarse voice: "Fourth Brother, five yuan won't do. There's no food or supplies on the cart. But we have bicycles. One bicycle is enough for our group to eat for a month."

Leave the bicycles behind, and we'll let them pass.

Yang Dalin originally intended to spend five yuan and just go there.

I never expected to encounter such an unreasonable and greedy idiot.

The fourth brother was very dissatisfied and shouted at the man with the red-tasseled spear, "Fifth brother, what are you doing? Taking five dollars is a small matter, but that rickshaw is a big deal for them, worth several hundred dollars. It wasn't easy for them to buy it. The rickshaw even has a steel stamp on it, and the police can easily check it. Are you trying to get everyone killed?"

Who knew that the fifth brother was obviously not obedient at all, and directly pointed his red-tasseled spear at the fourth brother and said: "So what if it's a big deal? Other people have it hard, I don't care. I only know that I'm starving to death, I can't care about anything else. Robbing five dollars is robbing, robbing a rickshaw is also robbing."

Once the stamps on the rickshaws are worn off, one rickshaw can feed us for a month.

Fourth Brother, don't stop me! If you stop me, I'll stab you too!

After saying that, the guy picked up his red-tasseled spear and was about to come towards Yang Dalin.

As a result, Yang Dalin was not going to tolerate such a fool.

A loud "bang..."