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

Yang Dalin laughed and said, "Heh, you're really unlucky as the co-driver."

That's a bit unlucky.

Driver Shao gave a wry smile and said, "What's there to complain about? He deserves it. He's the brother-in-law of the boss in our unit, and he insisted on being assigned to me as an apprentice."

I did alright as an apprentice, and later I was also able to drive.

He just likes to hear flattery. If someone praises him, he'll drink whatever they ask, and he doesn't know how to control himself.

It's good that he's learned his lesson. If he drinks like that again, I'll kick him out and let him drive off with someone else. I don't want him anymore.

That little bastard is nowhere near as good as you.

Not steady at all.

"I'll go back and give his brother-in-law a piece of my mind."

Yang Dalin listened, feeling a bit disappointed and frustrated.

He still shows some favoritism towards his apprentices.

If that brother-in-law is truly worthless, Brother Shao would definitely dare to confront his boss head-on and refuse to take him on as an apprentice.

As long as Brother Shao doesn't become an official or make mistakes, believe it or not, even the head of his unit can't do anything to him.

Nowadays, workers are the elder brothers, and they have a high status.

The officials really didn't dare to force him.

Yang Dalin and driver Shao chatted and laughed.

During the journey, after stopping by the roadside to use the restroom, driver Shao offered to let Yang Dalin drive for a while.

He also unloaded both of his guns.

Watching Yang Dalin skillfully shift gears and start driving, he drove steadily and smoothly, even though there were many potholes on the road, he was able to slow down in advance.

Driver Shao praised Yang Dalin: "Good job, kid, your skills are really good."

He's much better than my foolish apprentice who's been learning for over three years.

When he learned that Yang Dalin dared to drive himself on his second day of work, Driver Shao gave him a thumbs up and said, "How can there be such a big difference between people?"

The two chatted and laughed as Yang Dalin drove all the way to the outskirts of the braised chicken market before switching drivers again, this time with Shao.

Otherwise, it wouldn't look good if others saw us in the city.

After all, a car costs tens of thousands of yuan, and driver Shao was afraid of being reported if others saw that an outsider was driving it.

That would be troublesome.

Once inside the city, driver Shao first drove the car to a machine tool factory owned by his company.

According to Brother Shao, the predecessor of this factory can be traced back to the printing and repair department of the Qinghe branch of Beihai Bank in 1940. The auditorium of Jianhua Iron Factory was built in 1952, and the office building of the machine tool factory was built this year.

He does have some technical skills.

The factory is quite large, and there's also a newly built office building.

Brother Shao informed his workplace before taking him to a state-run restaurant outside for a meal.

During the meal, Brother Shao spoke to the chefs inside.

First came a braised chicken, then another dish, and a soup.

Brother Shao wanted to order more, to make it four dishes and a soup, but the portions were quite generous these days, so Yang Dalin stopped him.

The braised chicken these days is pretty good; it tastes much better than the vacuum-packed kind sold on trains in the future.

According to Brother Shao, a few years ago, the inheritor of the braised chicken recipe entered a state-owned enterprise and integrated the techniques of hundreds of families. In 1956, the chicken was awarded the title of "China's No. 1 Chicken" at the National Food Exhibition and Appraisal Conference.

Yang Dalin tasted it and found it to be really good.

Neither of them drank alcohol at noon, and Yang Dalin bought ten braised chickens from the restaurant to take on the journey.

With Brother Shao's introduction, we boarded a truck heading to Jin County, east of the braised chicken market.

It's more than 50 kilometers from Bajishi to Jincheng County, and this car only took a little over an hour to get there.

Yang Dalin bid farewell to the kind driver, leaving him a pack of cigarettes and some pears.

This is considered a thank you payment.

They didn't ask for money because of Brother Shao, so Yang Dalin couldn't be rude.

After all, they even took Yang Dalin to the spot where he was waiting for his bus.

This location is next to a main road outside the south gate of Jin County.

It was a little past one in the afternoon, the sun was shining, and it wasn't too cold.

If it were a cloudy day, Yang Dalin would have already found a place with houses to hide in.

It's nice to bask in the sun on such a sunny day; it's so warm and cozy.

Yang Dalin propped up the car, sat on the back seat, and waited anxiously for his company's motorcade to arrive.

Yang Dalin was getting really bored, so he took out a novel from his spatial storage.

I sat there reading a novel.

It's really boring without a phone to play with.

After waiting for almost an hour, Yang Dalin finally heard a sound coming from afar.

Looking south from afar, Yang Dalin knew it was his company's vehicle.

Quickly put the bicycle into the space first, and then take out two baskets of pears from the space.

He also took his own large backpack out of his storage space.

Otherwise, if we distribute pears to everyone later and you don't bring any, won't that give us away?

The convoy is still several miles away, and they can't see your movements clearly, so there's nothing to be afraid of.

After a while, when the convoy finally arrived in front of Yang Dalin, Yang Dalin ran ahead for a while, and only returned after the dust settled.

Goodness, there's so much loess here.

The lead car was driven by the team leader and a colleague. The team leader got out of the car a while later.

The convoy leader looked at the two large baskets covered with hay mats that Yang Dalin was carrying and asked, "Dalinzi, you're fast! We thought we'd have to wait for you here. We didn't expect you to arrive first. How did things go? Did it go smoothly? What are these things you brought? Two big baskets! How did you manage to bring them all?"

Yang Dalin lifted a straw mat and said, "Captain, things went very smoothly. We were lucky and met a few colleagues. These are pears I brought from my hometown. The trees there are hundreds of years old. I'll give everyone a basket when I get back, and I'll keep one for myself. Come and take a few to try first, and then help me get them to the truck."

The drivers of the three cars behind also came over and greeted Yang Dalin.

Yang Dalin first threw a pear to each of them and let them eat it.

Without washing themselves, the group wiped themselves off and started gnawing on the food.

At this time, who cares about cleaning the fruit thoroughly before eating it, waiting to wash and peel it before eating?

They ate it with the skin on.

The captain took a bite and said, "Hmm, not bad, sweet and juicy."

On this journey back, I no longer have to worry about the water in the kettle turning into ice.

If you're thirsty, just take a bite of a pear.

Everyone praised Yang Dalin.

After they finished eating the pears, Yang Dalin stuffed a few more into each of their hands, and then loaded the two baskets of pears onto Yang Dalin and Tian Xueyi's car.

There are goods on the truck, but there's still some space at the back; it's enough to fit two baskets.

Yang Dalin then took a few more and stuffed them into his satchel before getting into the driver's seat.

Yang Dalin was in charge of driving, while Tian Xueyi prepared to rest for a while.

After the convoy continued moving forward, Yang Dalin took out several different pears from his satchel and gave them to Tian Xueyi.

"Come on, Brother Tian, ​​try a different variety."

These varieties are produced in small quantities, so I specifically saved them. I'll share them with you and Qi Da Gou Xiong later.

I don't give it to anyone else.

Tian Xueyi smiled and said, "Okay, then thank you very much."

Let's forget about Qi Da Xiong. We can keep him for ourselves. He's so big, he eats fruit like a bear eating peanuts, he can't taste anything.

He doesn't deserve to eat.

The two looked at each other and laughed: "Haha..."