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

I never expected to meet someone who dares to cut open their own stomach in this lifetime.

Who would have thought that what was meant to be a spectacle would almost result in a death?

That boy is really fierce!

In today's society, I wonder if those people will be sentenced to prison. It seems that there are relevant laws and regulations in future generations.

If someone causes death by instigating trouble, they may not be sentenced to death, but they will be sentenced to several years in prison and will also have to pay compensation.

They're all really unafraid to make things worse.

That mean-spirited woman isn't a good person either. Even if she really stole your steamed buns, she shouldn't have acted like this.

Why don't you call the police?

To demand someone pay with their life is truly outrageous.

On the way there, the boy was still saying to Grandpa Qi from behind, "I didn't steal the steamed buns, I didn't steal them."

That boy was a fool, really a fool. Just to prove himself, he was prepared to stab himself, pull out his intestines, and cut them open for others to see.

Really satisfied.

The boy hadn't even come out of the operating room when the police arrived, followed by that mean-spirited woman and the others who had started the disturbance.

"We're all here, can we not come? There are so many people watching from the side."

They can't run away.

Several kind-hearted people also came along.

That's so kind of them, to even come to the hospital with me.

They might also be here to keep an eye on those few foul-mouthed troublemakers.

When the police arrived, Yang Dalin recounted the incident, adding that the mean-spirited woman hadn't caught the man stealing the steamed buns in the act and was demanding he produce evidence himself, which seemed to suggest she was forcing him to harm himself.

Yang Dalin also expressed suspicion that it was possible her family members had eaten the steamed buns themselves, and that she was framing her.

Hopefully the police will investigate this thoroughly.

Two police officers stayed behind, while the others went to investigate the compound.

That mean-spirited woman and those others who started the trouble were dumbfounded this time.

The specific details are still unknown, but these individuals will need to cover the boy's surgery and medical expenses.

The mean-spirited woman takes the lion's share, while the others take a smaller share.

After waiting for almost an hour, the doctor finally came out of the operating room and brought good news: "He's okay, he didn't die, but he lost a lot of blood and needs to rest. His abdomen has been stitched up, and he'll need to stay in the hospital for observation for a few more days, mainly because we're worried that his hands might not be clean enough to cover the wound and could cause a bacterial infection."

The group relaxed upon hearing that everything was alright and thanked the doctor.

The police officer thanked Yang Dalin, saying, "If it weren't for your help, young comrade, there might have been real danger."

Yang Dalin said, "It was just a coincidence. I happened to run into them and lent them a hand."

Yang Dalin entered the ward and looked at the boy named Ma San.

Ma San was still conscious, though his face was a little pale: "Thank you, brother, for saving my life. I will repay your kindness after I am discharged from the hospital."

Yang Dalin gently patted the other person's arm: "Alright, it's not a big deal. Don't be so stubborn in the future. If she accused you of stealing steamed buns, just call the police."

Why are you cutting open your stomach? Are you stupid?

Ma San grinned, his eyes lighting up: "Brother, do you believe I didn't steal it?"

Yang Dalin nodded: "Of course, otherwise you would have cut your stomach. Alright, the police are here. Talk to them nicely and stay in the hospital for a few more days until you are fully recovered before going home."

As he spoke, Yang Dalin winked at the other person.

It means to take the opportunity to eat more good food and make the other party bleed.

A stingy woman who can still afford to eat white flour steamed buns probably comes from a well-off family, so it's only right that she bleeds money out of the family of those troublemakers.

Ma San probably understood the meaning behind Yang Shuda's wink and nodded with a smile.

"You get some rest. I'm going back now. I'll come see you tomorrow."

"Okay, Brother Dalin, my name is Ma Qiang, I'm the third oldest in my family, you can just call me Ma San. You should go about your business. I know you live in courtyard number 95, I'll come visit you when I'm discharged from the hospital."

"Okay, so you still remember my name. Alright, I'm leaving now. Take good care of yourself and get some rest."

Yang Dalin and Grandpa Qi left the ward. They didn't see the troublemakers or the woman. They didn't know if they had been taken away for questioning or where they had gone.

After Yang Dalin signed the statement for another policeman, he went home with Grandpa Qi.

Yang Dalin's hands were still stained with Ma San's blood, but thankfully he washed them off at the hospital.

Otherwise, if I bring it home, I don't know if it will scare Aunt Qi.

Yang Dalin wondered if his rebirth was due to a special recruited police physique.

I've dealt with the police several times in the past ten days or so.

Today alone, it happened twice. The first time, I was originally going to deliver meat to Wu Tiejun, but it turned out to be a huge bargain for him.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived at the gate, I saw two jeeps and a lot of bicycles parked there. I wondered what important person had come.

One of the neighbors from house number 95 saw Yang Dalin and said, "Dalin, hurry home! Several parents have come with their children to thank you."

Sure enough, as soon as Yang Dalin entered the hanging flower gate, he saw a lot of people gathered at the door of his house.

Those who were eager to hear the news would shout, "The real deal is back! Yang Dalin is back!"

Yang Dalin also saw Yan Bugui standing on the steps of his house, looking at him with envy.

Yang Dalin really wanted to ask, how come a teacher gets off work earlier every day than he, a freelancer, does?

The crowd automatically parted to make way, and Yang Dalin grabbed Grandpa Qi, who was trying to run away.

Grandpa Qi was a little embarrassed.

That was indeed done by two people together; one can't take all the credit.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair to Grandpa Qi.

At this moment, several people came out of the Qi family's living room, some of whom looked quite well-dressed.

They all took the initiative to extend their hands to Yang Dalin and Grandpa Qi, and shook hands with them.

Yang Dalin shook hands with each of them, just like a leader meeting with his subordinates.

It can't be that they all came.

The room was also full of people, and Yang Dalin noticed that Qi Xiaoning and Qi Yanhua were hurriedly making tea for everyone.

I don't know if we have enough cups at home, there are just too many people.

There were seven or eight boys, aged two or three to five or six, in the house, along with their grandparents.

There were probably dozens of people, and if you include those watching from outside, there could be as many as a hundred.

Okay, the table is still full of things.

No wonder so many people came to see the spectacle; they're probably all here to see something.

There were too many people, and Yang Dalin couldn't invite everyone to sit down.

Even Aunt Qi didn't sit down; there were only a few older people in the seats, and they all stood up when Yang Dalin and Grandpa Qi came in.

One of the older men, dressed in a neat Zhongshan suit and with slightly white hair, spoke up, and the others fell silent.

The old man held Yang Dalin's hand and said, "Young Yang, thank you. On behalf of my whole family, I thank you."

Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to see my eldest grandson.

"I came to aid Korea, so I kowtow to your Uncle Yang."

At that time, children under the age of ten were called "Aid Korea," "Build the Nation," and "Build the Army"—there were countless of them.

The other parents also wanted their children to kowtow to Yang Dalin and Grandpa Qi.

Yang Dalin quickly stopped the boy who was about to kowtow.

That kid still has a bit of baby fat, so it seems he's eating well.

Grandpa Qi wasn't very talkative, and seeing that Grandpa Qi was flustered and didn't know what to say, Yang Dalin had no choice but to speak up himself: "Wait, everyone stop for a moment and listen to me."

This happened by chance, it just so happened.

I believe many people would help in this situation, so there's no need to say thank you.

Secondly, this was something I did together with Uncle Qi Baogen, so if you want to thank someone, thank him too.

Thirdly, it's good that the children are back. Calling me "uncle" makes me sound old. I'm only sixteen, and will be seventeen after the New Year. I'm not much older than them. How about calling me "brother"?

This remark made everyone laugh.

Several parents said, "Calling him 'brother' isn't enough, so call him 'uncle.' If you weren't unmarried, I would have already made my child recognize you as their godfather."

Well, there are even people trying to claim kinship with us.

Several of Yang Dalin's families seem to be well-off.

These parents all had a good attitude.