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

Upon hearing this, Yang Dalin and Qi Yulan immediately bowed deeply to thank Wang Hongxia.

This saved Yang Dalin some time.

At this time of year, even by train, it would take several days to go back to my hometown in Shandong Province.

In fact, Yang Dalin didn't know that in some special cases, special talents could go directly to new secret units without having to return in person to complete the necessary procedures.

For example, if Yu Dada goes to research hydrogen bombs, how can he be asked to go to his original unit to complete any procedures? A temporary transfer is all that's needed.

There are also some researchers, some of whom are not locals, who can go through the procedures for temporary transfer and settle down directly in their new unit.

Of course, Yang Dalin is not qualified. He doesn't have time to go back to his hometown for the time being, so he can only complete the information later.

The neighborhood office handled the grain liaison, and Director Wang gave Qi Yulan half a day off, allowing her to go to the police station with Yang Dalin. Wang Hongxia had already spoken to the police station.

Yang Dalin went directly to the household registration office to apply for a new household registration, and his household registration was registered under the Qi family.

On the way back, Qi Yulan was even happier when she learned that Yang Dalin's ration was forty-five jin.

We absolutely had to celebrate with Yang Dalin at noon.

Yang Dalin said that celebrating was fine, and he would buy the vegetables.

At noon, Yang Dalin took out a pound of braised beef, a pound of pork belly, ten salted duck eggs, and a pound of pig's head meat.

We closed the door at noon and everyone enjoyed a delicious meal.

At noon, Yang Dalin invited He Yushui and Grandpa Qi.

Grandpa Qi's job is all settled, and he'll be going to work tomorrow.

His procedures were simpler than Yang Dalin's.

After all, he was a native of old Beijing, with a registered residence and a quota, just a smaller one.

He told Yang Dalin to ride the bike as he pleased, since he didn't need it for the time being. During the meal, he took out two hundred yuan and stuffed it into Yang Dalin's hand, saying, "Dalinzi, you're a good kid. I really want to thank you. Two hundred yuan is definitely not enough for a job these days. This isn't money for your job; it's money for me to buy you a bicycle."

You can't refuse to accept it, or the old man will get angry.

If you don't accept my money, I'll never kick your door again.

Aunt Qi tried to refuse several times, but seeing that Uncle Qi insisted on giving the money, Yang Dalin took the initiative to say, "Okay, I'll accept the money, Uncle Qi."

I won't stand on ceremony.

I'm short on cash to buy a car.

Grandpa Qi liked Yang Dalin's unpretentious nature.

Even though Yang Dalin refused to accept the money, Grandpa Qi felt he had gotten a huge bargain.

Although he had some savings, not much, he still felt uneasy if he didn't give Yang Dalin two hundred.

If my child never comes back, when I get old, I will leave my gatekeeper's cart and savings to Dalinzi.

Who can blame him for being so kind and righteous? Although Yang Dalin didn't take care of him in his old age, this kid found him a job that would provide for him.

He'll still have a pension to receive in the future; after he passes away, who else should he give it to if not him?

This was something Grandpa Qi had thought of a few days ago.

So let's give the child 200 yuan to buy a bicycle so it will be convenient for him to go to work. We can keep the handcart for now and sell it later when we can't pedal it anymore.

Yang Dalin vaguely understood what Grandpa Qi was thinking; Grandpa Qi was different from Yi Zhonghai.

Grandpa Qi was an honest man. At first, he helped Yang Dalin a lot without hesitation and even made sure he had enough to eat.

Yang Dalin ate dozens of steamed buns for his first meal, all of which were treated by Grandpa Qi. He would never forget the kindness of that meal.

It wouldn't be a big problem if we really helped Grandpa Qi take care of him in his old age.

Grandpa Qi isn't the kind of person who needs to be taken care of in everything. He has low demands. All I need to do is wait until he retires and can't walk anymore, then bring him meals and take care of him appropriately.

He is completely different from Yi Zhonghai, who is calculating and scheming.

The elderly these days have low demands; they just want to eat something hot every day in their later years.

The Qi family was laughing and chatting happily over there, while across the street, Yan Bugui came home from get off work in the morning with a very gloomy face.

His eyes looked like he wanted to kill Yang Dalin.

Moreover, when he heard from Yang Ruihua that Yang Dalin had returned at noon carrying his new work clothes, he was even more devastated.

The cheerful laughter and aroma of meat and vegetables from the Qi family carried far and wide.

Jia Dongxu didn't come home for lunch, and Qin Huairu from the Jia family heard Bang Geng saying he wanted to eat meat again, which gave her a second thought.

It's clear that Qin Huairu has forgotten about being beaten up last time.

My face is all better now, but a few of my teeth still hurt a little when I eat steamed buns.

Hearing Banggeng struggling to eat and slowly sipping his porridge, Qin Huairu had already come up with a solution.

She put her arm around his ear and whispered something to him for a while.

Madam Jia glanced at Qin Huairu, seemed to want to say something, but then sighed and lowered her head in silence.

After listening, Banggeng quickly finished the porridge in his bowl, took his younger sister Xiaodang, and called over seven or eight children aged eight or nine, five or six, from the backyard, middle yard, and front yard. None of them were over ten years old.

They were all gathered outside the curtain at the front door of the Qi family's house.

Banggeng whispered to a group of children, "Everyone, smell it, does it smell good?"

A bunch of little kids were too young to understand, and some adults saw them but thought they were just playing. After all, most of them were eating lunch at home and the kids were full of energy, so they didn't pay any attention.

"It smells so good."

"I want to eat meat... Waaah!"

Just as a child was about to shout, his mouth was covered by a stick.

Yan Bugui, who was on the opposite side, had already seen it. He sneered and said nothing, preparing to watch the show.

And he kept thinking to himself that he would need to find help in the yard in the future.

Banggeng covered the child's mouth: "Everyone, keep your voices down. Nod if you want to eat, and we'll all listen to you from now on."

I promise everyone will have meat to eat.

Under the powerful aroma of meat, a group of children nodded in agreement.

Among them are Zhao Xiaoyong and Zhao Xiaohong from the Zhao family in the east hall.

The two children had intended not to get involved and go home, but just as he was about to leave, Banggeng stopped him.

"Xiaoyong, where are you going? Listen to me, it's okay. I'll make sure you get to eat meat. You don't need to say anything, just follow me."

Zhao Xiaoyong said, "Brother Banggeng, my grandpa said that when other people are eating, we are not allowed to get close to them. You guys go ahead, we're not going."

After saying this, Zhao Xiaoyong pulled his sister away from the Qi family's gate, but they didn't go home. They just stood there watching from a distance.

Actually, he also wanted to eat meat, but even just smelling the aroma would be enough if he couldn't eat it.

As soon as Zhao Xiaoyong said this, two more children probably remembered what the adults had taught them and stood with Zhao Xiaoyong and the others.

Besides the young master, there are two other little boys from the backyard beside Banggeng.

After seeing several of the sticks leave, he decided to ignore them, figuring he could eat more later anyway.

Then, after giving the few little traitors a fierce glare, he led the three kids and lifted the curtain of the Qi family's door.

He crouched down in the crack of the doorway.

There was a slight movement of the curtain outside the door. Yang Dalin heard it and thought someone was about to come in, but he only heard the curtain move and no one came in. Just as he was about to go and see, he vaguely heard children talking outside.

Yang Dalin gave Aunt Qi a wink, and Aunt Qi understood, knowing that someone had come in.

Just as I was about to suggest that Xiaoning go and take a look, the door was pushed open, and four children squeezed in.