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

Jia Dongxu was also a little annoyed. Banggeng and Xiaodang had stopped making a fuss and had almost finished their meal.

The aroma is back, even more fragrant than before.

It does look quite tempting.

Seeing that Xiao Dang was about to cry and Bang Geng was about to join in the commotion, Jia Dongxu had no choice but to adopt the attitude of a strict father.

Tell them to finish eating quickly, then wash their feet and go to bed.

Jia Dongxu poured the remaining half bowl of porridge into the rice bowl and sighed silently.

Qin Huairu tried to take the porridge from Banggeng's bowl back to Jia Dongxu, but Banggeng finished it in no time.

This kid has had an ingrate talent since he was little.

He doesn't even care about his father.

Neither Qin Huairu nor Jia Zhangshi mentioned borrowing meat again.

Otherwise, given Dongxu's sensitive nature, he might really lose his temper.

Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi had no choice but to silently finish their cornbread, and both mother-in-law and daughter-in-law poured the porridge in their bowls for Jia Dongxu.

Jia Dongxu felt guilty and distressed, but everyone was having a hard time, so they could only endure it.

I feel guilty that my wife and mother are not getting enough to eat, and I feel bad that my child is also craving food. I have no choice but to accept this.

At the He family's house, Sha Zhu quickly cooked the two meat dishes.

Just as the two were about to start eating, they heard a knock on the door, because Yang Dalin had already locked it.

Sha Zhu asked, "Who is it?"

A voice came from outside the door: "Zhu Zi, I'm your third uncle. I brought some good wine and want to have a drink with you."

Yang Dalin and Sha Zhu exchanged a glance, then Yang Dalin gave a contemptuous laugh: "Heh..."

Without even opening the door, Sha Zhu shouted back, "There's no Third Uncle in the courtyard. I can't drink watered-down wine. Please go back. I can't drink with you."

Sha Zhu's voice was quite loud; even through the door, several families in the middle courtyard could hear it.

Yan Bugui, still hiding behind the curtain, said again, "Zhuzi, this is good wine from Uncle Yan. I came here specifically to apologize to you. Open the door and let Uncle Yan in."

Sha Zhu softened a little and glanced at Yang Dalin, who quickly shook his head.

Yang Dalin brought both the meat and dumplings; Sha Zhu knows exactly what he's doing.

Then Sha Zhu said, "Old Man Yan, that's enough. Hurry up and go home. I said I don't want to drink with you, and I won't. If you knock on the door again, I won't be polite. Hurry up and go home."

Several families from the Intermediate People's Court were watching He Yuzhu's house from behind glass and curtains.

Listen to the noise.

If it's discovered that Yan Bugui can actually get in, believe it or not, there will definitely be a second family, and a third family will come too.

If someone brings you a child and says, "Come sit down," and the child is craving something sweet, what do you do?

So over the years, one principle of mutual respect has been to avoid visiting other people's homes during mealtimes.

If you really want to visit relatives and stay for a meal at their house, you have to give them food coupons.

Of course, some people will feel embarrassed to accept the money if you offer it to them directly.

After finishing their meals, everyone would quietly put their share of food coupons under their bowls.

It was given discreetly, so that everyone could look good.

Old Yan was truly shameless. Seeing that Sha Zhu really didn't open the door, he reluctantly left, clutching the bottle of cheap liquor that had been diluted 99 times, turning back every few steps.

Even Old Zhu would shed tears at that scene.

That figure was lonely, desolate, and extremely bleak.

It brought tears to my eyes.

Several people from the Intermediate People's Court who were watching the spectacle breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Yan Bugui hadn't gained any advantage.

Because if people see Yan Bugui get in, they will feel envious, jealous and resentful. If he can get in, can't I get in too?

Other family members also began to mock Yan Bugui at home.

Yang Dalin wondered, what's wrong with Teacher Yan? Is she about to give up completely?

Are you really not going to pick up your past mistakes?

Okay, forget it, I'm not thinking about him anymore, let's eat.

Sha Zhu's cooking is really delicious. Yang Dalin also wants to have a caregiver like this.

I can't support my parents when I'm sixteen. Can I wait until I'm twenty?

I got married and had a child when I was twenty. Is it illegal to find someone to take care of me in my old age?

There's no national regulation prohibiting me from finding someone to care for me early in life.

In his previous life, Yang Dalin started paying into his pension insurance when he was in his twenties, planning not to get married and to go to a nursing home when he got old. If he really couldn't eat or drink anymore, he would just take some sleeping pills and sleep it off.

It's just a pity that I didn't get to use all that money I earned in my past life.

In this life, we found our goal early on.

That's our famous Brother Zhu.

The two of them didn't bother with drinking at first; they filled their stomachs first before slowly sipping their wine and chatting.

Sha Zhu asked Yang Dalin how he bought the meat, and Yang Dalin told him the excuse he had given Aunt Qi.

The price was a bit high. Others would have paid seven yuan per jin, but I'm an acquaintance and I was able to buy it for five yuan per jin because I helped them in the past.

And it requires contact; it's not something you can do every day.

Sha Zhu generously gave Yang Dalin a pound of meat coupons and a pound of fine grain coupons as compensation for him and He Yushui eating dumplings and meat that night.

Although Yang Dalin and Sha Zhu ate the pound of meat together, He Yushui also ate at the Qi family's house.

Sha Zhu isn't stingy at all; he rarely queues up to buy meat with his family's meat ration coupons.

Occasionally, he could skim off a small amount from the factory's private kitchen.

Although there have been fewer private kitchens in the factory in recent years, it doesn't mean they don't exist.

As the two chatted, the conversation turned to the deaf old lady.

Sha Zhu said that the deaf old lady was a family member of a martyr. She had given shoes to the Red Army, saved underground party members, and donated real estate. The neighborhood committee arranged for her to be a recipient of the "Five Guarantees" (a government-provided social welfare program for the elderly, disabled, and orphans).

An old man once said that everyone in the courtyard should respect her and be filial to her. Whenever someone cooks something delicious, everyone should remember to bring a bowl over.

Looking at the two people in front of him who had almost finished eating, Yang Dalin asked, "Brother Zhu, we've made so much delicious food, why didn't you think of taking some to the old lady?"

Sha Zhu was stunned for a moment. Oh right, how could he have forgotten? Could it be because he hadn't eaten meat in a long time?

My stomach was so hungry. As soon as the food was served, I saw Yang Dalin picking up slices of meat and eating them without any hesitation, and I got infected by it.

Then he followed closely behind, completely forgetting about the deaf old lady in the clouds.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yang Dalin said again: "Brother Zhuzi, I've been to the backyard. I believe you've also been to the homes of real martyrs' families. You should have seen the plaques on the doors of other people's homes, right?"

If they are military dependents, they should also have a "Family of Honor" plaque, right?

There aren't any at the old lady's door in the backyard.

There's also the Red Army, the Eighth Route Army, and the People's Liberation Army. Although they are all the same unit, when they were called the Red Army, their area of ​​operation had never been to Beijing. They started their Long March from Jiangxi Province and then went to Shaanxi Province.

How did that old lady with her bound feet manage to deliver the shoes, traveling thousands of miles?

Besides, this was during wartime; it was already a miracle she arrived safely, let alone deliver shoes. That's only believable to someone as naive as you; anyone with a basic understanding of history wouldn't believe it.

Sha Zhu wondered if he was still a bit tipsy from drinking, because his head was buzzing.

Sha Zhu, trembling, held his wine glass and asked, "Brother, are you saying she's a fake martyr's relative, and she's lied to everyone?"

"Impossible, impossible, this...this...Impersonating a martyr's family member will get you fired!"

Yang Dalin snatched the wine glass that Sha Zhu had spilled a lot of wine from and put it on the table.

"Don't get excited, let me analyze this slowly."

Did you ever see the old lady's son or relatives when you were a child, or did she always live alone?