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

Yang Dalin could only explain, "Brother Sheng, I didn't know you back then, how was I supposed to find you? And you haven't told me what happened to the person I reported?"

Qi Desheng told him, "It's okay. Just keep the last person we catch a secret from everyone. Old Dou and Old Wu might be doing us a great job."

Can you please stop letting others take advantage of you in the future? Why didn't you tell me about these good things?

From now on, our freight station's security department can handle these kinds of things, and even the drivers can participate; every driver is armed.

After saying this, Tian Xueyi did indeed lift his cotton-padded coat to show him the pistol at his waist.

Yang Dalin was unaware that his master had been carrying a gun all along.

The main reason is that everyone is wearing thick clothes at this time, so you can't see them.

Yang Dalin quickly handed his master a cigarette and said, "Master, can you remove the magazine so I can play with it?"

Qi Desheng glanced at Tian Xueyi and nodded, indicating that he should let Yang Dalin play with it.

Seeing that Qi Desheng had agreed, Tian Xueyi removed the magazine.

He handed it to Yang Dalin and told him, "Be careful, don't point the gun at your own people. Remember, never point a gun at your own people, whether it's loaded or not."

Yang Dalin nodded excitedly: "Understood, Master."

Seeing Yang Dalin happily playing with his toy gun, Qi Desheng added, "From now on, don't call him Master Tian anymore. Just call me Brother Sheng, or Brother Tian, ​​or even Brother Xueyi. Otherwise, people will think I'm a generation younger than Tian Xueyi. Go home after playing for a while. Remember, if you find someone suspicious next time, look for your Brother Tian, ​​or come directly to me."

After saying that, Qi Desheng left first.

Yang Dalin nodded absentmindedly, constantly fiddling with the M1911A1 pistol in his hand.

Brother Tian said it was captured from the Korean Peninsula battlefield.

Yang Dalin asked Tian Xueyi, "Master, when can I get one made?"

Tian Xueyi snatched the gun from his hand, inserted the magazine, and tucked it into the holster on his waist, saying, "From now on, listen to Qi Heixiong. Just call me Brother Tian, ​​otherwise Qi Heixiong will always think he's a junior. How about I give you one after you get your driver's license?"

Yang Dalin asked seriously, "Really? Brother Tian!"

Tian Xueyi nodded and said, "It's definitely true. Once you have a driver's license, you become a Level 5 driver and you can carry a gun."

Even if I don't send it, you're still qualified to apply to the station to snatch the top position.

If you're going on a long-distance trip, you can even apply for a rifle.

Upon hearing this, Yang Dalin said he would study hard and get his driver's license as soon as possible.

Yang Dalin had a driver's license in his previous life, so it wasn't difficult for him to learn to drive a truck. The difficult part was that he also had to go home and repair trucks.

He had to troubleshoot even minor malfunctions himself.

Moreover, if he follows the formal procedures, he will need three years of apprenticeship before he can be promoted to deputy level 5.

As a result, Qi Desheng manipulated him into becoming a formal loader. Theoretically, as long as he could pass the exam and get a driver's license, he could become a deputy level 5 driver, skip the three-year probationary period, and then he could get a gun.

Drivers are classified into five levels from highest to lowest: Special Grade, Grade 1, Grade 2, Grade 3, Grade 4, Grade 5, and Deputy Grade 5.

Generally, by the time you reach the fifth-level deputy rank, your salary is already over forty, and with subsidies, you can easily make sixty or seventy. Or you can do some side jobs on the road and make over a hundred.

(In some places, the classification is divided into five levels and ten grades. The classification of freight station drivers in this book is based on five levels and six grades.)

Therefore, in order to get a gun as soon as possible, Yang Dalin was no longer willing to keep a low profile.

I'm preparing to learn car repair as soon as possible and quickly set a level.

He will also be included in the province's population reduction plan next year.

Only by climbing higher can one be safer.

When it was time to leave work, Yang Dalin said goodbye to Brother Tian, ​​took some things out of his spatial storage, put them in his bag, and rode his bicycle home.

Every day, I should take a little bit of the things in my own space and find a place for them at home.

The more he saved, the more he accumulated. Yang Dalin also planned to take back the cloth coupons and cotton he had signed in with last time today.

Let my aunts and the others get some new clothes too.

This morning's sign-in was for ten catties each of white sugar and brown sugar.

Yang Dalin planned to take two catties of brown sugar back with him.

Every day, like an ant carrying food, she brings some treats home.

If I had my own space, the best job would be to be a long-distance driver.

The space can hold a lot of supplies, making it easy to make money later.

I'll gradually stop doing manual labor myself, otherwise it'll be too unconventional.

But it's not too late to talk about it after I get my driver's license.

Having inherited my past life's culture, driving skills, and understanding of cars, I estimate that learning to repair cars won't be that difficult.

We should try to get it done within two or three months.

Otherwise, it would be too outrageous.

Yang Dalin first went to the hospital to check on Ma San, who was already fine but had not yet been discharged.

Ma San was chatting with his fellow patients in the ward out of boredom.

Yang Dalin was worried that he would be bored, so he specially brought him a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms to help him pass the time.

This kid went to junior high school, so reading a novel shouldn't be a problem for him.

Yang Dalin went home after watching Ma San.

I got home a little late today, which is different from usual. Normally, Yang Dalin is a freelancer and goes home in the late afternoon, but today he didn't get off work until 5 pm, and it was already past 6 pm when he got to Nanluoguxiang.

It's already winter, and it gets dark early.

Just as Yang Dalin was about to turn into Nanluoguxiang, he realized that the person buying soy sauce ahead was none other than Qin Huairu.

Why is it that even buying soy sauce isn't a good joke for them?

Did Qin Huairu really want to deduct money from the cost of buying groceries and soy sauce?

Yang Dalin believed his guess was correct.

Now that we've run into each other, it seems this old woman has tricked me yesterday, and I didn't get a chance to get revenge last night. It looks like she's delivered herself right to my doorstep to get me beaten up today.

Then don't blame me.

There is only one straight road leading from No. 95 Courtyard to the Supply and Marketing Cooperative. There are occasional pedestrians on the roadside, but they are not visible from a distance.

The streetlights aren't on yet; this is the perfect time for retaliation.

Yang Dalin put the car into his spatial storage, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then quietly hid in a dark corner.

I'll deal with Qin Huairu when she gets back from buying soy sauce.

Put on your gloves and change into a coat.

Put on your hat and your mask.

No one could tell it was him.

Then he stuffed all the other odds and ends into his storage space to make it easier to escape.

With everything ready, as Qin Huairu happily bought soy sauce and passed by this dark corner, Yang Dalin seized the opportunity, suddenly appeared behind Qin Huairu, and pinched the back of her neck, knocking her unconscious.

Then, reaching out, he didn't forget to catch the soy sauce bottle.

Drag her to a corner.

Then he lifted Qin Huairu's cotton-padded coat from behind, covering her face, and slapped her violently through the coat.

Qin Huairu was really badly beaten this time, and Yang Dalin didn't even know it. He knocked out several of her teeth.

He didn't know that his act of drawing a candle today would forever diminish the beauty of Qin Huairu in the courtyard.

Yang Dalin quickly finished cleaning up and even spilled soy sauce all over Qin Huairu.

Then he threw the bottle away and quickly left, releasing his bicycle from another direction. He rode to a corner and changed back into the clothes he had worn that morning.

I deliberately went to a certain place to buy some things before going home.

Create an alibi for yourself.