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

The search for prey in the mountains took a little longer, but the journey out of the mountains will be quick.

Yang Dalin put all his prey into his spatial storage.

Aside from his clothes, he carried no other weight. Even his gun was stored away in his spatial storage. He only had a machete in his hand, and he was much faster than when he went into the mountains.

After leaving the mountain, Yang Dalin ran quickly and arrived at the outskirts of Stone Village half an hour later.

He first observed the surrounding environment of the village.

Based on the breathing sounds, it was determined that there were over eighty people in the village.

They found a sheltered spot and waited for a while. Yang Dalin finally appeared at four o'clock.

He took out more than twenty bags of mixed grains from his spatial storage.

It contains cornmeal, sorghum flour, dried sweet potatoes, various beans, and a small amount of refined grains such as flour and millet.

There were also a few pheasants and rabbits, for those who weren't feeling well to eat and improve their health.

We can't give them all the fine grains. First, it would be hard to explain where we got so much fine grain. Second, if word gets out, their village might suffer a disaster.

Most of these are coarse grains, along with a considerable amount of fresh and dried wild vegetables.

This is considered helping their village to the very end.

Why would we need such refined grains for saving lives? As long as we have something to eat, that's enough.

If you give them too much refined grain, they might not be willing to eat it, and might even want to exchange it for more coarse grain.

It's not that Yang Dalin is stingy.

After storing the grain, there was enough for the people in their village to last for a month.

If we eat sparingly and make it through the summer harvest, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Yang Dalin slipped out and found the old team leader at the village entrance.

The old team leader was accompanied by two tall, thin villagers.

They were all carrying muskets.

Yang Dalin called out from a distance to prevent the other party from accidentally firing a shot.

The old captain wasn't afraid and ran straight over.

He looked at Yang Dalin with eager anticipation.

He asked, "Young man, are you the one your team leader assigned to help us?"

"Yes, that's me, old captain. I left a lot of grain next to a big rock by the roadside ahead. Please have someone go and retrieve it quickly."

Upon hearing this, the old team leader immediately called to the two men behind him: "Dazhuang, you two go check out the big rock, then go to the village to get people to move it quickly."

"Okay, Captain, we'll go right away."

Upon hearing that there was food, the two men, having probably eaten some porridge that evening, had the strength to run as fast as they could.

They quickly ran to the big rock in front and saw that there was indeed food there.

One person stayed behind, while another ran back shouting, "Captain, grain, lots of grain!"

"What are you shouting for? Keep your voice down, or people won't hear you. Hurry up and tell people to move it to the village warehouse."

Hurry up, and keep it down.

Wake the elderly person up and have them register.

Remember every single grain of rice, and remember it so that he will come to me.

"Understood, Captain."

After everyone ran back to the village.

The old captain gestured for Yang Dalin to sit on a rock.

It truly lives up to its name as a stone village; there are plenty of large stones along the roadside at the village entrance.

You can sit anywhere.

The old team leader grabbed Yang Dalin's hand and burst into tears: "Young comrade, thank you so much. Our village is saved this time. I'll have the village elders write you the IOUs later."

Our village will definitely repay the debt in the future, and we'll doubling it.

It's possible that you can't pay it off all at once; you'll need to pay it off in installments over several years.

"Old Captain, no rush, let's talk about it when the harvest is good."

If it can't be paid off in a year, it can be split over several years without any problem.

Let's make sure you survive first.

Don't let people starve to death just because you're returning our food.

Then our sins would be immense.

"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you."

Yang Dalin didn't know if the other party would repay the grain in the future, but the words were better than nothing. Besides, Yang Dalin didn't expect the other party to repay it.

However, if they didn't allow the grain to be returned, the other party might not dare to accept so much grain, after all, there were more than twenty bags of grain, weighing more than two thousand catties, and Yang Dalin had counted the number of people on the other side.

There are still more than 80 people in the village, including adults and children.

Even without considering adults and children, 30 jin of grain per person would still require more than 2,000 jin.

Such a large batch of grain is quite valuable these days. Even if Yang Dalin dares to offer it for free, the other party might not dare to accept it for nothing. If they say they want it back, just show them respect; they might not even be able to find you anyway.

Just say what the old captain wants.

Yang Dalin took out a cigarette from his pocket and, seeing the villagers excitedly carrying the grain without making too much noise, handed one to the old village chief.

After lighting it, Yang Dalin said to the old team leader, "Old team leader, don't be so naive and honest in the future. You've farmed the land your whole lives. Don't you know how much grain a mu of land produces? Why are you following some people from above and acting recklessly?"

The old team leader sighed: "Ah, how come we didn't know? Some people thought I was currying favor with the leaders above, but they had no idea there was something else going on."

Let me tell you a little bit.

Back when we were fighting the Japanese invaders and the Communist Party, our village rescued several soldiers. After they recovered from their injuries, they took some villagers with them to join the army.

Later, someone we had rescued from our village came back injured and started working in our township. He later became a leader and then moved to the county.

At first, he led us to overthrow the big landlords near our village, and then took several villages in the vicinity as leaders to distribute land to us, and every household received some.

We had a few good years.

Our village saved someone, and he repaid our village in kind, but we are even more grateful to him because he made sure we had enough to eat.

How could we not appreciate it? Of course we should support their work.

Later, the township established a commune, and the village formed production teams.

We were in charge, so we thought that following the orders above us wouldn't be wrong.

But I was initially unhappy about the later falsification of production figures.

But the commune leader under the leader we had saved said, "It's alright, it's just for appearances. We should support that leader's work and not cause any trouble. There's plenty of grain in other parts of the country."

There will be no shortage of food, and even if there is a shortage, it can be transferred from other places.

The past few years have indeed been blessed with favorable weather and abundant harvests. Since we couldn't find the leader, we could only follow orders.

But if a real famine occurs, we try our best to find a solution ourselves and not cause them any trouble.

Only when I really couldn't take it anymore did I decide to look for someone.

As a result, the people in that commune were demoted and imprisoned for falsifying production figures.

The leader we saved before is nowhere to be found either.

The newly appointed leaders of the commune also had no grain.

He even took me inside the commune's warehouse; it's so big that mice can run around in it now.

His own child was crying loudly from hunger!

If there's really no other way, we'll come back. Those who have a way will leave, and those who don't will stay. In winter, we'll try to keep everyone at home, not moving around, and reducing activity.

But this season still comes in spring, and it's impossible not to go to the fields.

The weeds in the field need to be hoeed, and the crops need to be watered.

Without water, they carried it one by one using shoulder poles.

Working requires eating a lot, and this was a time of food shortage, so I couldn't take it anymore, which led to what happened that night...

Hey……

"It's all my fault. I was only thinking about repaying that leader's kindness and wouldn't refuse his subordinates' requests. Otherwise, even if there was a famine, it wouldn't have been so unbearable."

Yang Dalin understood. Because their village was close to the Taihang Mountains, they had saved some soldiers from before liberation.

Then one of the soldiers was wounded after liberation and was transferred to work as a leader in their county.

Then they were given land, water conservancy projects were built, and they enjoyed a few good years.

Their village serves as a role model in everything.

When it came time to boast, their village was fooled by a sycophant from the commune.