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

After leaving the lake, Director Hou told him, "You should rest at home for a few days first."

Waiting for the specific results.

If your superiors are willing to approve some funding to give it a try, that would be best; then you should go and do it.

If the higher-level department doesn't provide the funds, our department will squeeze out some money to start small.

There's nothing we can do; you're too young. Some leaders don't understand economics and are afraid you'll waste national funds.

We also have concerns about your actions in the economic sphere.

Yang Dalin nodded: "Okay, I understand, Director."

This is perfectly normal, I can understand.

If the higher authorities really don't agree to approve the funding.

Let's start small and work our way up.

Don't be afraid.

"Good, you don't back down or get discouraged, you're a good comrade. Alright, I'll have Xiaohu take you home."

"Rest for a few days and wait for news."

Yang Dalin returned to the gate of the compound and woke up Grandpa Qi in the middle of the night to open the door.

When I got home and opened the door, it wasn't locked from the inside.

The door is left open inside.

Yang Dalin carefully tried not to make any noise and went back to his room to rest.

Early the next morning.

Yang Dalin, Sister Yan, and Ma San arrived at the workplace together.

I chatted with Station Master Wang for a few minutes.

I chatted with my mentor, the chubby boy Yuan Qiao, and my colleagues for a while.

Tell your master that you'll treat him and Qi Desheng to dinner at Little Fatty's place that evening.

He provided both the wine and the food.

Yang Dalin remembered the wine in the cellar of the little fat boy's house and wanted to find a way to get rid of it.

We can't leave it there any longer.

I don't live there myself.

Leave some so the chubby kid doesn't steal it and drink it all.

Those are all highly nourishing tonics; little fatty, don't take too many.

He borrowed a car from Station Master Wang.

They hired a few laborers to help carry the wine out of the cellar and, for show, load several jars onto a truck.

He actually stored the rest in his social media space.

After paying the laborers, Yang Dalin drove himself to his new courtyard on Dongsi Shitiao Street.

The cellar in the new courtyard is quite large.

Inside, Yang Dalin released his old brewed wine and also released a lot of new wine from his spatial storage.

Yang Dalin had Qi Desheng help him buy a lot of new liquor under the collective name of the railway department.

After finishing the wine, Yang Dalin went to see Qi Desheng.

I told him about going to Little Fatty's place for drinks that night.

Then Yang Dalin returned to the new courtyard.

I looked at the west courtyard and the east courtyard.

Aunt Qi sowed some vegetable seeds on a small plot of land in the west courtyard.

Some of the other land has been turned over, but not all of it has been.

After a while, Yang Dalin prepared to help his aunt finish turning over the rest of the land.

There is also a chicken coop in this yard, where ten old hens are kept.

Yang Dalin also helped feed them some food.

I touched the chicken coop but didn't find any eggs.

I guess it was stolen by the aunt who got up early.

Sure enough, Yang Dalin saw dozens of eggs in the kitchen.

The kitchenware showed signs of use.

It seems that family members occasionally cook here.

Then I went to the east courtyard.

Some of the fruit trees in the east courtyard have already blossomed, and the flowers are blooming profusely.

It seems this year should be a bumper year.

I reckon the whole family might not be able to finish all the fruit in this yard.

Yang Dalin also discovered that several small, elongated pits had been dug next to each fruit tree.

Yang Dalin immediately understood that his aunt wanted to fertilize the fruit trees.

But now that the pit has been dug, I guess we don't know where to get the fertilizer.

Yang Dalin planned to take over the job and not let his aunt and Sister Yan do it.

If that doesn't work, I'll just use my spatial storage to get some farmyard manure from outside the city.

Um, among all the transmigrators here, I guess I'm the first one to use a spatial storage to hold manure?

That's amazing.

Haha, whatever, as long as Auntie is happy.

We can't let her and Sister Yan do these things.

I'll just do it myself.

Yang Dalin took a walk around and then went to the west courtyard to till the land.

At lunchtime, my aunt brought Xiaoning over.

Ma San and Sister Yan will have lunch at their workplace.

I'm not going home.

My aunt probably guessed that I would come here.

So he brought Xiaoning here to find Yang Dalin.

The three of us planned to have lunch here.

During the meal, Yang Dalin asked his aunt.

My aunt said she really wanted to apply some farmyard manure to the east courtyard.

I also want to scatter some in the vegetable garden in the west courtyard.

Yang Dalin told her, "Auntie, don't worry about this."

Do you see that truck at the gate? I borrowed it from my workplace.

I'll go to the countryside later and get you some farmyard manure; you don't need to worry about it.

After seeing my aunt and Xiaoning off after they finished eating.

Yang Dalin drove his car and actually went to the rural area outside Beijing.

However, after looking around, Yang Dalin discovered that the farmyard manure they had wasn't enough.

How could it possibly be sold to Yang Dalin?

Every year, each production brigade would compete to go to the city to clean out the city's toilets to ferment farmyard manure.

There isn't enough land for all of them.

How could it have been sold to Yang Dalin?

Yang Dalin looked around but was too embarrassed to speak.

I passed by a dried-up pond.

Yang Dalin came up with a good idea.

What kind of farmyard manure?

The silt in the pond is quite nice, isn't it?

Let's dig this one.

Yang Dalin even took out ten burlap sacks to fill with silt later.

There are all kinds of tools in the space.

There's no shortage of shovels or anything like that.

If it weren't for the fact that the land was too close to the surrounding villages...

Yang Dalin was even prepared to deploy an excavator directly.

There were people in the surrounding fields, so Yang Dalin decided to go and ask them.

Yang Dalin saw an old man weeding in the wheat field.

Yang Dalin offered him a cigarette and asked, "Grandpa, can I dredge some silt from that pond by your land?"

The old man took the cigarette and said, "The village pond was just for storing rainwater before. It's fine, you can dig it however you like."

After receiving permission, Yang Dalin took an iron spade and went to the bottom of the pit, digging one shovelful at a time.

Digging was easy enough, but putting the sacks into the sand was difficult because there was no one to hold them up.

The old man came over and asked him a moment later.

"Hey young man, what are you doing digging in this mud?"

Yang Dalin explained: "Uncle, the neighbors in our compound have set up some vegetable gardens in front of and behind their houses."

I was thinking of digging up some silt to fertilize the fields.

Otherwise, using toilet waste would smell terrible.

The old man laughed: "Haha, that's true. If you spread manure in front of and behind your house, it will definitely smell bad."

Your method will work too.

"Come on, let me help you."

This is a kind old man; he came down to help support the sack.

Yang Dalin was strong, and he quickly filled all ten bags.

The silt was still a bit wet, so a bag of it wasn't light.

The old man wanted to help lift them onto the truck, but Yang Dalin threw them onto the truck bed with one in each hand.

The old man looked at Yang Dalin from the city in surprise and gave him a thumbs up: "Young man, you're really strong! This sack must weigh at least two hundred pounds, and you're carrying one in each hand, which weighs over four hundred pounds?"

Yang Dalin waved his hand: "Drivers, the steering wheel is as heavy as pushing a millstone, you develop great strength through practice."

"Thank you, sir. Here, have two packs of cigarettes."

The old man declined, saying he didn't want it.

As a result, Yang Dalin simply stuffed the sack into the man's arms, filled it up, said goodbye to the old man, and drove away.

Yang Dalin drove for a while until the old man was out of sight before stopping the car and putting the sack into his spatial storage.

He was afraid that the water in the mud would seep out and flood the carriage.

We also have to clean it up for them.

The space wasn't filled with farmyard manure, but it was filled with silt.

Among the many transmigrators with spatial abilities, he was the first to create a new world.