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

Commander He asked in surprise, "What? You've prepared for the central front as well as the eastern front?"

You've brought back so much good stuff. There aren't many people on the central line, so we can take care of the western line.

He and I are from the same unit.

There's so much rice and grain, we simply can't eat it all.

And I should also add the Northern Xinjiang Military Region to that.

I can also provide some support to the Production and Construction Corps.

It can also provide some support to the local areas.

"In that case, Uncle He, why don't you send a telegram to your superiors to let them know?"

I'm not going to the central line. The eastern line doesn't have as much gold, but it has more grain than the western line.

There are more machines.

Send a message to Commander Ding on the Eastern Front and tell him to prepare.

"No, how come there's still so much food? How much did you help others loot?"

"Uncle He, have you forgotten that the eastern front is close to the northeastern plains of India?"

The climate there is much better than here, and they are closer to grain-producing areas, so of course they have more grain.

Besides, he has more people on his side than you do.

Their transportation conditions are much better than yours.

I helped those people almost become an independent country, so naturally they should thank me a lot.

The area is relatively poor; there isn't much gold, but they provide a lot of food.

Commander He knew that most of the people there were Muslims, and part of the area belonged to the eastern Bengal region of Baba Yang (which was not yet an independent country at the time). Due to religious differences, the two countries were already at odds with the Indians.

Since Yang Dalin had already messed things up over there, he didn't care anymore.

Anyway, he knew one thing: the more chaotic India was, the better.

It saves me from being disgusted every day.

Commander He said, "Alright, I'll report to the military region and the city government immediately, and then arrange for a plane to send it to you. Otherwise, if you drive there, it might take a long time."

"Oh, and one more thing. These people won't betray you later and tell everyone they sent these things, will they?"

Yang Dalin knew Commander He's worries and told him, "Don't worry, Uncle He, it definitely won't happen."

They are all religious and more trustworthy than many people.

Besides, they were just delivering the goods to a deserted part of their country.

They thought they were supporting other independent organizations and wouldn't know it was us.

When I met with them, I was an acquaintance of another independent organization, and I was always masked. We communicated by gestures and I never spoke a word or revealed that I was a Chinese.

They don't know my real identity, so where would they leak it from?

"Okay, you've thought of everything."

"In that case, I'll report and make the contact for you."

Yang Dalin stayed another day late, and before leaving, he had a good drink with Commander He, Uncle He, and Deputy Commander Guo, Uncle Guo.

Neither of them wanted Yang Dalin to leave, knowing that once he left, he would never come back.

They might go directly back to Beijing from the eastern front.

It may be difficult to see each other again in the future.

Yang Dalin smiled and said, "Uncle He, you won such a great victory this time, shouldn't I promote you?"

Once you've been promoted and are in Beijing, you can always look for me.

You all already know where I work.

However, Uncle He and Uncle Guo, I should say something I shouldn't: I will not acknowledge these words after I leave.

Even if you get promoted in the future, it would be better to try to come back here.

"A 49% success rate is good, but there are too many officials involved, you know what I mean."

Commander He and Deputy Commander Guo exchanged a glance and roughly understood what Yang Dalin meant: there were too many officials over there, and the power struggles were quite fierce.

The struggle was quite intense.

That's true. It would be better to stay in the old unit, in this military region. At least here there are a lot of ethnic minorities, so there's relatively less infighting.

It can be a bit more stable.

Yang Dalin got along quite well with these two, and couldn't help but offer a reminder.

Deputy Commander Guo saw that Lao He still wanted to get to the bottom of things.

He quickly interjected, "Dalinzi, you know quite a few people in Beijing?"

"It's alright. With my abilities, it's normal for me to know some people. You know what I mean by the two uncles. Anyway, I've heard quite a bit about them."

So it's best if you stay here as much as possible in the future. If that doesn't work, bring your family over later.

The frontier has its advantages.

They arranged for their relatives to live in a better environment in northern Xinjiang.

India is definitely behaving itself, and there probably won't be any major incidents for the next ten years or so. You just need to be careful of some separatist forces in the future.

"When the Russians and the Americans see that we've crippled the Indians, they'll definitely contact these people to cause us trouble."

"Hmm, you're right. Okay, we'll take that to heart. If we ever have the chance to go to Beijing, we'll come find you. Don't forget to treat us to drinks then."

"Absolutely, don't worry, uncles."

The three of them drank until late at night, and before leaving the next day, Yang Dalin gave the two of them four bottles of tiger bone wine.

He told them to take care of themselves and that he would send them more wine when he had the chance.

The environment here is too harsh; both commanders suffer from chronic illnesses such as rheumatism.

When he turns sixty in the future, Commander He will die at work due to coronary heart disease and myocardial infarction.

Yang Dalin hoped that Commander He would live a long life.

Deputy Commander Guo is in better health than Commander He.

However, there are also many chronic diseases.

They were all fought against the Japanese invaders and bald men when they were young.

Yang Dalin boarded a small plane and, after several hours, finally arrived at a makeshift airfield near the Eastern Front Command.

As soon as Yang Dalin got off the plane, he met General Ding.

This man is also a fierce general, very skilled in battle.

Yang Dalin never expected that General Ding would come to pick him up in person.

Yang Dalin quickly ran a few steps, walked up to General Ding, stood at attention, and saluted.

General Ding clearly didn't care much about the fact that Yang Dalin wasn't a soldier.

He quickly returned the greeting and asked eagerly, "Is everything Comrade Yang Dalin said true? Are we sure we can get more grain?"

Clearly, General Ding is an impatient person.

Although the climate is much better here, things are still very difficult in the military.

His area belongs to the Rongcheng Military Region. Grain production near Rongcheng has also decreased significantly in recent years, and a lot of supplies have been sent to Beijing and Shanghai.

Therefore, food supplies in the military region were naturally very tight.

Old Xu, Li Xiuzhi in "Do You Want a Wife or Not?" was a woman who fled famine in Sichuan Province to the Qilian Mountain pasture.

General Ding was naturally very anxious about ensuring his subordinates had enough to eat.

Yang Dalin told him, "General Ding, it's true."

I can leave immediately to contact the person.

Seeing that Yang Dalin agreed so readily, General Ding was no longer in a hurry: "There's no rush. Let's first give you a welcome feast and make sure you're well-fed, rested, and satisfied before we talk about anything else."

Thanks to your intelligence, we were able to win that battle so smoothly.

We reduced casualties significantly and achieved great results.

I really want to thank you for this. If you were my subordinate, I would promote you immediately, from a lowly soldier to a company commander in one fell swoop.

Unfortunately, you're not under my jurisdiction, so I can only thank you verbally.

"Come on, let's eat first."

Yang Dalin politely declined General Ding's offer.

He knew that General Ding must be under a lot of pressure even though he said that.

He didn't care about the wine or the food. Besides, even if General Ding prepared a good meal, it probably wouldn't be as delicious as the food in his space. It would be better to take care of business first.

Yang Dalin told General Ding that he would set off immediately, and that it wouldn't be too late to have the victory celebration when he returned.

After saying this, Yang Dalin slung his gun over his shoulder, had the soldiers take him to the border, and plunged into the vast forest.