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

Then Captain Dou Xiaolong said, "Why? I released a coat, why am I treated the same as those two shameless people?"

I'll take one pound, and the three of you will share one pound.

"No, split it equally."

"It's about splitting it equally."

"Yes, the minority obeys the majority." That was Wu Tiejun's voice.

Okay, the four of you have a really good relationship.

Yang Dalin naturally didn't know that these four were a group of soldiers who had been transferred from the military.

The bonds forged in the flames of war naturally became as strong as those between brothers.

If I have something good again later, I can come back again.

That's a good place; the deputy captains and captains are probably all rich.

However, they are probably also short of supplies.

These days, who doesn't lack meat? Everyone does, even those at the train station who might have some oil or fat are still short of it.

Because they also have wives and children, comrades and relatives.

Moreover, nowadays, each family has more than one child; they all have a large extended family.

Yang Dalin excitedly stored the money and tickets in his spatial storage.

Once they found Grandpa Qi, they prepared to go home.

On the way, Yang Dalin told Grandpa Qi about the things that the parents of the abducted children might say in gratitude.

Grandpa Qi and Yang Dalin shared the same opinion: it's best not to accept gifts from others.

If it's a thank-you note or a banner, I'll accept it; anything else is fine.

Otherwise, some people might get jealous and cause trouble again.

Many people nowadays are people who resent those who have things and laugh at those who don't.

If it's just a small gift like candy, I'll accept it.

I absolutely refuse to accept more than that, otherwise it won't sound good.

After discussing it with Grandpa Qi, we immediately went to the courtyard next to No. 93, where a large group of people were gathered at the gate.

(The house numbers on one side of the old city were arranged like 1, 3, 5, and on the other side like 2, 4, 6. So, on the same side, house number 95 was numbered 93 on one side and 97 on the other.)

It was noisy and chaotic inside.

Yang Dalin and Grandpa Qi exchanged a glance. Yang Dalin got out of the car and said to Grandpa Qi, "Grandpa, I'm going to take a look." Then Yang Dalin squeezed in to watch the excitement.

Inside, a dirty-looking boy of about thirteen or fourteen was shouting, "I didn't steal it! I didn't steal it!"

There was also a woman in her thirties with a mean face, who was acting like a shrew, yelling: "You're the only outsider who's been to our compound today. If you're not someone else, who are you? Pay up, pay up, or I'll have the police arrest you and put you in jail."

Several women were trying to persuade the mean-spirited woman, but the mean-spirited woman was quite tall and strong. With a flick of her wrist, she knocked the women who were trying to pull her down.

They even went up and started tearing at the boy.

The boy was as thin as Yang Dalin was when he first came to Beijing, like a stick.

He seemed to be getting anxious, and pulled a small knife from his pocket: "Don't come any closer. I already told you I came to visit Guoqiang, I didn't steal anything."

The woman wasn't intimidated by the knife and kept moving forward, spitting in the other man's face. But she stopped a few steps away from the boy, clearly not being stupid.

"Okay, you didn't steal it, then show me the evidence. If you don't have any evidence, then you can't prove it, so it's you who stole it."

The boy, his hand trembling as he held the knife, said, "I've already said it wasn't me, it wasn't me! How could I, Ma San, steal your steamed buns? I've never been to your house, why are you accusing me?"

The woman continued, her tone sharp and sarcastic: "Tch, everyone in the neighborhood knows about your family. Ever since your parents passed away, and you and your two brothers separated from the family, you've been going hungry and then started stealing. No one else has come into our compound except you today. Who else could it be but you? If you don't pay me back today, I'll call the police to arrest you, send you to jail, or send you to a labor camp."

The boy's eyes turned red with anger when the other person mentioned his two older brothers again.

"You're talking nonsense. Don't mention them to me. You want proof, right? Then I'll cut open my stomach and show you if I have any of your family's steamed buns inside. If not, you'll apologize and kowtow to me."

"I'll pay with my life today."

Upon hearing this, Yang Dalin exclaimed, "Damn, is this kid really that fierce?"

Many people around started to disperse, and some nosy individuals even started to jokingly say, "Cut him open and show him, Ma San is a good man."

"Yes, men, we'll cut open their bellies and let them count."

The group that started the disturbance were slapped by several elderly people in the neighborhood, who told them to stop causing trouble.

Many older people tried to persuade the child to put down the knife, but the child was brandishing the knife and no one dared to approach.

Yang Dalin instead went around to the side of the child, knowing that the younger the boy, the more extreme his actions sometimes were.

Who knows, this kid might actually dare to cut open his stomach.

He remembered seeing a video or story in his past life where a guy went to a roast duck restaurant, and the waiter insisted on charging him for two or three ducks. The guy didn't eat that many, so he cut open his stomach and let the waiter count them.

Some people are just very extreme in their actions. It's like someone who doesn't want to jump off a building, but if someone below says, "Go ahead and jump! You've made me come all this way for nothing," that person might actually jump.

The mean-spirited woman clearly didn't think the other party would actually dare to cut open her stomach, and stood there with her hands on her hips shouting, "Fine, go ahead and cut me open. If you don't, I'll kowtow to you and apologize. If you do, you'll pay with your life."

Upon hearing this, Yang Dalin thought, "Oh no! Is this woman's steamed bun made of gold? Why is she stirring up trouble at a time like this?"

The boy shouted, "Then I'll show you!" and suddenly raised the knife and plunged it into his stomach. Yang Dalin, who was behind the boy, quickly stepped forward and grabbed the boy's arm.

But it was too late. The knife had already penetrated more than an inch into the boy's stomach, and he was bleeding.

Fortunately, Yang Dalin acted quickly enough; as long as the boy wasn't hit in a vital spot, he'd probably be alright.

The boy, not expecting anyone to actually stop him, tried to stab the knife in, but Yang Dalin knocked it away.

He grabbed one of his arms tightly with one hand and slapped him on the back of the head with the other, yelling, "Are you an idiot? Hold your stomach and calm down."

He then shouted at the terrified woman, "Just you wait! He's gone, and you can't escape. There are a few others who started this, so don't worry, if he really dies, you'll all pay with your lives."

Those who had started the disturbance were too scared to utter a sound.

Yang Dalin then shouted to the people outside the crowd, "Uncle Qi, Uncle Qi, quickly push the car over here, we need to go to the hospital."

Then, he threatened the mean-spirited woman and the others who had instigated the incident, saying, "You guys come to the hospital with the money. If something really happens to this kid, you'll all have to pay with your lives. You'd better hope nothing serious happens."

Then Yang Dalin picked up the child, laid him flat on the cart, and picked up the knife for him, letting him cover his wound with one hand.

Then Yang Dalin asked Grandpa Qi to take care of the boy behind him, while he rode his bicycle with the two of them and sped towards the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, Yang Dalin took the child into the operating room and then asked the hospital security department to call the police.

Damn, what kind of mess is this? I hope the child isn't seriously injured.

In his past life, Yang Dalin witnessed a man in his early twenties being stabbed with a dagger. This guy, holding onto the person who stabbed him with one hand and clutching his stomach with the other, waited for the ambulance and the police to arrive.

A true hero.