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

The children were reluctant to leave.

Several adults greeted Yang Dalin one after another.

Sha Zhu and Xu Damao wanted to drag Yang Dalin out for drinks again.

Yang Dalin thought back to the last time he drank with someone, which was during the Chinese New Year.

I can go for a drink today.

Yang Dalin said, "Okay, let's go to Da Mao's house for drinks tonight."

Da Mao will provide the location and the dishes, Zhu Zi will be in charge of cooking and provide the skills, and I'll provide the drinks. I'll be there in a bit.

Yang Dalin didn't want to agree at first, but he was afraid that Yi Zhonghai would call him again. He saw that Yi Zhonghai was eager to invite him to dinner as well.

He didn't really want to drink with Lao Yi.

There's really nothing to talk about with an old guy like Lao Yi.

Sha Zhu and Xu Damao are young, so they can still chat a bit.

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao and Shazhu readily agreed, and neither of them said they didn't want Shazhu to come into their house.

The other one didn't say either, but they didn't cook at Xu Damao's house.

It seems the two of them are getting along quite well lately.

There was no further conflict.

Xu Damao had been to Sha Zhu's house for drinks before.

Seeing that there was no chance today, Yi Zhonghai said, "Okay, you young people have your gathering, we old guys won't get involved."

"Dalinzi, come visit me again sometime!"

"And my family, Dalinzi is coming too."

Liu Haizhong also spoke.

Yang Dalin naturally agreed politely.

"Okay, gentlemen, I'll definitely go another day."

The Chinese language is profound and complex; I can only say another day later.

After everyone else left, Yang Dalin prepared to go home first.

Then we'll go to Xu Damao's house a while later.

Unexpectedly, Yan Bugui stopped him.

"Dalinzi, Dalinzi, I need to talk to you about something!"

"What is it, Teacher Yan? It seems our two families are sworn enemies, aren't we?"

"No, no, this is important business, it's crucial."

"Oh, then tell me about it."

"I think the story you told was quite good. I got back late and missed the first half, only hearing the ending."

Could you please repeat it?

I wrote it down and submitted it to the newspaper so that more people could hear the story.

"That's great, it will give our department a good reputation."

Yang Dalin sneered, "As expected of you, Yan Bugui."

Want to get a story for free? Submit it, and once it's published, the royalties and fame are yours too.

They really went to great lengths to gain an advantage.

Yang Dalin only replied with one word: "Get lost..."

Yan Bugui grabbed Yang Dalin's sleeve: "Don't rush, Dalinzi, how about I share some of the royalties with you? How about 20/80, no, 30/70? You just have to say a few words and you can get 30%, isn't that great?"

I need to buy pens and paper, and I'll have to stay up all night writing. I only need about 70% of the work done.

Yang Dalin didn't want to listen to his nonsense, shook off his arm, went straight home, and then locked the door from the inside.

Then Yan Bugui's voice came from behind: "If not, fifty-fifty is fine too."

That's the most I can give you, Dalinzi.

"I also have costs involved, don't I?"

Yang Dalin didn't want to pay any attention to this dog's barking.

Damn it, is this supposed to be a 50/50 split of royalties?

Why don't you mention the author at all?

Not to mention that this story could later be adapted into a screenplay and made into a movie.

The original creator of this story will surely gain great fame.

This story could be expanded into a full-length novel.

The royalties are even higher.

How could this matter be entrusted to Yan Bugui? You're overthinking it.

This story would be fine if I told it to my Korean language teacher.

That teacher is very nice; he works in the arts and culture sector of the military.

It's both my major and a perfect fit for my job.

He's good to himself, upright, and comes from an old song background.

If you give it to him, people might be able to help you out a little in the future.

In the future, I hope to get to know the actor who played the Buddha through him, and in the 1980s, I can sponsor the Journey to the West production team so that Director Yang can finish filming what he can.

Buying the copyright again isn't out of the question.

We could submit the other three classic versions of the Four Great Classical Novels for consideration.

Especially the Three Kingdoms period, which should be sold at a high price to ordinary people.

They really love the stories of the Three Kingdoms.

I'll go and remind Xiao Guorui again later, lest that old man, not getting the whole story from him, goes to the children to make his own plans.

Xiao Guorui was the leader of the children in the courtyard. If he told him, he would tell all the children in the courtyard to keep Yan Bugui a secret.

Besides, how much of the story can these children remember? They'll probably only remember the general plot.

Yan Bugui had no good solution if the children who had heard the whole story refused to tell.

Once he's used some small favors to find out everything and written it down, his Korean teacher will probably have already published it in the newspaper.

What business is it of Yan Bugui then?

Yan Bugui is indeed a money-grubber; he can think of any information that can make money with low investment.

However, Yang Dalin also doubted Yan Bugui's writing skills, thinking they were probably not very good.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have missed the opportunity to make money by writing articles.

After a while, Yan Bugui's dog stopped barking outside.

Aunt Qi asked him, "What happened?"

Yang Dalin then told his family about the whole thing and Yan Bugui's despicable thoughts.

Aunt Qi scolded, "How could this person be like this? He's shameless!"

Qi Yanhua cursed, "Exactly, shameless old man."

Qi Xiaoning cursed, "You old codger, ugly as can be, but full of dreams."

Ma San angrily cursed, "Brother Da Lin, should I go slap that old bastard a few times? He's so shameless!"

Yang Dalin quickly stopped his brother who dared to stab him: "No need, no need, I'll just ignore him. I'll go talk to Xiao Guorui later. If we don't tell the children, he won't know the whole story. I'll go find a friend tomorrow to write this story down and publish it ahead of schedule."

He'll have no chance.

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed that it was a good idea and stopped mentioning the disgusting Yan Bugui.

Ma San wasn't so angry anymore and said, "Brother Da Lin, I just realized how well you tell stories. It's a pity I only heard half of it. Could you tell me the rest later?"

"That's right, that's right, bro, I only heard the part after that."

Qi Xiaoning is being coquettish again.

Yang Dalin reassured the two of them, "I'll tell you the story later. Auntie, come and sit down too. I have some even better news for you first."

After Yang Dalin and the others sat down, Yang Dalin told them about how he had been rewarded with a large courtyard.

And told Aunt Qi, who always wanted to dig for wild vegetables whenever she had free time in the spring, that there was a vegetable garden of more than an acre over there.

She can grow any kind of northern vegetables she wants.

In the future, Yang Dalin also plans to build a small shed with plastic film.

You can also grow more vegetables.

He was able to get his hands on the thin film and brought some with him to Hong Kong Island.

If the film doesn't work well, you can always make a glass greenhouse.

Others may lack money and space, but he has none. It's not easy to buy such large glass in mainland China, but it's not difficult to get it in Hong Kong.

It's in his space.

The purchase was already made. Once Mr. Li sets up the frame and leaves the groove, he can simply place the glass on it and secure it himself.

He first instructed his family not to tell anyone in the yard, but that he could tell his sister-in-law Miya after she gave birth to her second child.

The silly couple can know, but we won't talk about the others.