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

For safety reasons, Yang Dalin not only added extra spices he brought with him when stewing the leopard meat.

They even poured half of Captain Wang's bottle of strong liquor into it to remove the fishy smell.

Captain Wang was heartbroken.

Only after Yang Dalin promised to buy him two bottles of liquor did Captain Wang stop feeling bad.

To kill the bacteria, Yang Dalin turned up the heat and simmered it for a longer time.

After taking out several pounds of leopard meat and rinsing it in cold water, Yang Dalin first cut a small piece with a knife and tasted it himself.

Team Leader Jing tried to stop him, but Yang Dalin just stuffed it into his mouth.

Captain Jing was worried that he might have an upset stomach from eating something.

I'm not afraid of anyone else, I'm just afraid he has a problem.

Yang Dalin is the treasure of the entire team.

Yang Dalin took a bite; although the meat fibers were a bit coarse, the taste was alright.

Yang Dalin nodded: "The taste is alright. Anyone who wants some can come and cut it themselves, but eat less, okay? We also have mutton and wild boar meat, so don't eat too much of this."

Yang Dalin thought everyone would be scared, but he underestimated his colleagues.

It wasn't long before the stewed meat was divided up, and the chubby boy even got the biggest piece.

Those who received the meat said, "We've eaten grass roots and tree bark before. This is meat, with so many spices and stewed for so long, what's there to be afraid of?"

I'm not afraid of getting them one by one.

The chubby boy squinted as he ate: "Boss, it tastes good. I want to eat some more next time."

Alright, they're all a bunch of people with iron stomachs.

Come to think of it, most of these people are veterans who have eaten fried noodles, frozen potatoes, and even wild grass and tree roots. Why would they be afraid of meat with a slight toxicity?

That's ridiculous, they're just afraid of wasting food.

Yang Dalin took a bite and didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

I baked another half a steamed bun and ate some other meat.

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone prepared to set off.

Captain Jing gave special instructions to those who had eaten leopard meat.

If you feel unwell, please let me know in advance.

It was almost lunchtime when we finally arrived in the Qin Prefecture area.

This place was built along both banks of the Ji River.

The river flows east to west, so the city is particularly long from east to west and particularly narrow from north to south.

It seems the drought here is quite severe.

Yang Dalin visited this place in his previous life in 2019, a time when the world was far more backward than it would be decades later.

It looks like it's only a kilometer or two from north to south.

Further out, there are many earthen hills resembling those on the Loess Plateau.

This area is also located on the edge of the Loess Plateau, so it's normal to have this kind of landform.

The trees on the mountain are not lush; it is estimated that many have been cut down for heating and firewood.

There were mostly weeds, scattered here and there.

It is not lush.

Yang Dalin and his group finally found a state-run restaurant.

Fortunately, this restaurant can cook for dozens of people.

Captain Jing told everyone to eat first.

He and a communications officer who was always on the radio 24/7 communicated with their superiors in the car.

Yang Dalin finished eating before he noticed Captain Jing approaching with a bad expression.

I thought this was my final destination.

Yang Dalin could tell from Captain Jing's expression that this might not be the place yet.

Sure enough, after the meal, Captain Jing told everyone to buy more food.

They still needed to continue their journey.

Yang Dalin quietly asked Captain Jing.

Captain Jing thought for a while and then told him.

The Chang'an Railway Freight Station failed to capture the spy codenamed "Old Ghost".

They only arrested some small fry.

Moreover, the section of the fishing car was also destroyed, resulting in several casualties.

Therefore, transportation by rail is still not safe.

There's still a mole inside who hasn't been caught.

If we can't catch the mole, this batch of goods can't be transported by rail.

Otherwise, all the hard work of the past few days will be in vain.

Seeing that this was the case, Yang Dalin said, "Captain Jing, let's continue using trucks to transport them."

As long as our team is clean and there are no problems, it will be very difficult for that old devil to find us.

It won't cause us any harm.

"Well, that's the only way. The higher-ups have ordered us to continue the transport."

Next stop, Lanzhou.

"Alright, Jincheng it is then."

Jin Cheng became famous for his ramen in his later life, and Yang Dalin had also visited Jin Cheng in his previous life.

It's just not as familiar as Qinzhou.

I didn't stay there for more than a few days.

I was at a meeting and didn't really get to look around.

Upon hearing the news, everyone continued driving without complaint.

They were clearly used to it, and got on the bus without saying a word.

We need to continue our journey; we'll need to replenish both fuel and water.

Yang Dalin didn't need to bring this up.

Captain Jing has already made contact.

Sure enough, after Yang Dalin and his men finished eating, they turned around and headed northwest. In a desolate area, they encountered a vehicle that was delivering fuel and water to their convoy.

The family didn't send any grain, so I guess they don't have much grain either.

It's also possible that Captain Jing didn't want it.

The convoy continued on its way.

The mountains here are like the loess gullies in northern Shaanxi.

There are also rocky mountains, but not many.

Even if there are wild animals in these mountains, they are few and far between.

It's not easy to catch them.

However, Yang Dalin has reserves in his space.

I'm not worried.

We continued walking for a while in the afternoon.

We found a spot next to a small hill to camp that night.

As soon as Yang Dalin stopped the car, he continued to act as the hunter searching for prey.

The mountains here are really barren.

It was nothing like the lush greenery I had seen when I came here in later generations.

Yang Dalin traversed mountains and valleys, but only managed to catch a dozen or so pheasants and rabbits.

There are only these two kinds of things in abundance.

Wolf Yang Dalin encountered several of them, but he defeated them and stored them in his spatial dimension.

Finally, Yang Dalin realized that there were too few people and too few supplies.

After thinking for a moment, I took out a small wild boar that I had caught yesterday.

Fortunately, everyone ate a relatively frugal breakfast.

There's still a little bit of that wild boar left from last night.

Everyone ate the leopard meat without any problems, and we could finish it that night. The wild boar would serve as our provisions for tomorrow's journey.

That evening, everyone was quite happy to see so many pheasants and rabbits, as Yang Dalin had given them a change of pace.

Yang Dalin really wanted to complain.

That's about all the stuff here.

It's difficult and far-fetched to find other options.

After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they went to bed early.

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Meanwhile, in a secluded and detached house in the western suburbs of Qinzhou City, not far from the train station, a dark and thin figure appeared at the door of an east wing room, just over half a day's journey from where Yang Dalin had left.

Due to the terrain here, it's normal for a house to be built separately and a bit far from its neighbors.

The dark figure asked the three people inside the house in a hoarse voice, "Haven't you found the target convoy yet?"

If we can't find it, you'll all die.

One of the burly men stood up and said, "Special Envoy, we have activated all the available undercover personnel."

I really tried my best, but I really couldn't find it.

Is this not your destination?

Or they took a different route and haven't arrived yet.

After all, didn't we blow up their fishing car?

Did we startle our target? Did they stop somewhere we didn't know, waiting to catch us in the act before setting off again?

The shadowy figure continued in a hoarse voice, "Nonsense, they're rushing to meet the deadline, they'll definitely arrive on time."

"Have someone thoroughly search the warehouses around Qinzhou Railway Station again. I need to know the sex of even the smallest fly that walks in."

If Yang Dalin heard this, he would definitely tell him, "You're just bragging again."

To even know whether a fly that flew in is male or female—aren't you afraid of going crazy with all your thoughts?