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

The truck sped across the vast snowfield.

Sure enough, Yang Dalin soon discovered that someone was sticking their hand out of the back of the truck.

He threw away a strip of cloth.

It should be the same strip of cloth that I found in the cave earlier.

The truck bed is covered with a canvas.

The canvas has eyelets along the edges, through which ropes are threaded and tied to the rear rack.

At the junction of the carriage side and the canvas, a person's hand can be extended.

Yang Dalin couldn't help but feel sad. Damn it, I didn't expect it really was them.

I was driving all night and never expected or saw anyone leave behind a strip of cloth.

The person I should have least suspected betrayed me.

What an irony.

Yang Dalin drove on for a while longer, sprinkling a lot of strongly scented seasonings along the way.

Even if the other side throws strips of cloth, the military dogs won't be of much use.

It was getting dark, so Yang Dalin parked his car in a grove of trees.

Let everyone get off the bus, stretch their legs, get something to eat, and then continue on your way.

He drove the car a little further ahead.

Yang Dalin inspected the car.

I filled up the tank, left the engine running, and didn't turn on the lights; I just kept it there.

Then Yang Dalin walked back and ate something with everyone.

During this time, two soldiers quietly told Yang Dalin who was behaving strangely.

It really was that mother and son.

Yang Dalin had the nurses and doctors apply more medicine to everyone.

They re-bandaged it.

Yang Dalin personally arranged the order of boarding this time.

He let the others go first.

Then the second to last were the mother and child.

The last two to go up were soldiers.

Yang Dalin did not expose the mother and son now.

Yang Dalin was puzzled as to why it was them.

Now that they've been interrogated, they still need to be watched over; they can't just be killed.

Others would also treat them as enemies, after all, there was a ten-year-old child among them, and Yang Dalin still felt that there might be some hidden story.

It's better to take it back and hand it over to someone in China to figure it out.

Let them stand next to the two soldiers; they probably won't dare throw the strips of cloth again this time.

If you still throw it away, then I'm sorry.

Yang Dalin would simply tie up the mother and child and gag them.

As expected, when Yang Dalin made this arrangement, the child wanted to resist, but his mother stopped him.

The mother and son got into the car. Yang Dalin pressed the hands of the two soldiers and pointed to the mother and son who had just gotten in.

The two soldiers understood instantly.

They knew they were to keep a close eye on the mother and child.

Yang Dalin drove all night and, sure enough, didn't see the mother and son throwing away the strips of cloth again.

It seems the two soldiers last night were a deterrent, keeping a close watch on things, and it was effective.

The next day, they still looked for a place to rest and did not continue their journey.

This time, Yang Dalin trusted the two soldiers much more.

They took turns resting in the car last night, and even though they were keeping watch over someone, it was much more comfortable than Yang Dalin's situation.

After eating something in the morning, Yang Dalin hid in a corner of the newly discovered cave and slept fully clothed.

The guard duty was handed over to two soldiers.

Although I can go for several days without sleep, it's still better to rest, otherwise I'll be too tired.

I don't know what dangers I might encounter along the way.

You can't do it without a clear mind and physical strength.

Yang Dalin was sleeping until the afternoon when a sudden roar woke him up.

He quickly got up, put on his leather jacket, grabbed his gun, and rushed to the cave entrance.

Two soldiers had already placed their guns at the entrance of the cave, looking very vigilant.

That's the sound of a tiger.

Damn, how did we run into a tiger?

Yang Dalin told the two soldiers, "You two guard the entrance, load your guns, I'm going out to take a look."

One of the soldiers said, "Comrade, don't go out, it's too dangerous."

The tiger is too fast, what if…

Yang Dalin patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, don't worry, I have ways to save my life, even if there are two more, it won't be a problem."

I've played before, I have experience.

Yang Dalin had no choice but to lie to them.

He has never actually fought, but he does have a way to save his life.

This is a tiger! If Yang Dalin encountered one, wouldn't he kill it and bring it back with him?

Who would complain about having too much tiger bone and tiger penis?

The main thing is to put a tiger skin on the bed; that would be so cool.

Besides, this is in Russia, not in the country.

Let's fight then.

It's not a big deal.

We must fight.

Yang Dalin grabbed his gun and ran toward the direction of the tiger's voice.

The tiger didn't come directly at them.

It must be hunting, or fighting with other wild animals.

Yang Dalin also heard the cries of other wild animals.

Sure enough, after running for a while, Yang Dalin climbed a big tree and saw two wild beasts fighting on the bank of a river in a valley.

A big brown bear, a big tiger.

The battle was so intense that it was hard to say who would win.

Yang Dalin crept closer, thinking, "Damn it, don't ruin my Siberian tiger skin."

Actually, in Russia, the Siberian tiger is called the Siberian tiger, which is a type of tiger.

So it's correct that Yang Dalin is called the Northeast Tiger.

However, both beasts are apex predators with a keen sense of smell.

Yang Dalin took advantage of their intense fighting to stand against the wind, otherwise it would be bad if he were discovered.

After thinking it over, Yang Dalin decided to switch to the more powerful Mosin-Nagant to fight them.

Others might be intimidated by the roars of two wild beasts, but Yang Dalin felt nothing at all, only excitement.

To prevent his tiger skin from escaping, Yang Dalin waited for an opportunity and shot the Siberian tiger in the eye.

Then he quickly pulled the bolt and fired another shot.

Then quickly switch to the SKS semi-automatic and shoot the brown bear.

The brown-black man wanted to run away as soon as he heard the first gunshot.

The SKS is loaded with ten rounds. Below is a small valley with a wide field of vision.

It can't run away even if it wants to.

Then Yang Dalin fired ten bullets at the big brown bear.

Two shots hit the back of its head.

But it wasn't dead yet; it could still run forward.

Then Yang Dalin fired the remaining shots at its limbs.

The brown bear charged for a distance before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

The Siberian tiger was shot twice in the brain.

He collapsed and couldn't get up immediately.

Yang Dalin charged straight at him.

Store the Siberian tiger in your spatial dimension.

Then he chased the brown bear to the spot where it had fallen and fired two more shots into its head.

I've read a lot of hunting novels, and they all say that this thing is very hard to kill.

Be careful, it would be troublesome if you got hurt on your deathbed.

Then Yang Dalin put the brown bear into his spatial storage, and then released it again.

It's difficult to cut open a brown bear's belly and extract its gallbladder when it's lying down.

I had no choice but to use the available space to flip it over.

Yang Dalin took out the bear gallbladder; indeed, it should be a copper gallbladder.

Bear intestines and the like were simply thrown onto the nearby bushes as an offering to the mountain god. I don't know if there are mountain gods abroad, but this place used to be in our country, so let's just assume there are.

Yang Dalin dissected the brown bear and peeled off its skin.

Remembering that there were two hibernating brown bears in his space that he had taken into his space, Yang Dalin released them again.

I'm going to slaughter these two too.

Yang Dalin was puzzled as to why the brown bear wasn't hibernating and was fighting with the tiger.

As he extracted the gallbladder, he listened carefully to the sounds around him.

Sure enough, I heard a little noise.

It turned out there was a den in the bushes of the valley, and inside was a dying little brown bear.

This means the tiger has entered the brown bear's territory.

The mother bear nearly killed her cub, and now she's avenging her child.

No wonder.

Yang Dalin looked at the dying little brown bear. He didn't have a farm space and couldn't keep it.

They gave it a quick death and sent it to reunite with its mother.