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

Grandpa Qi told Yang Dalin that many people wouldn't be able to get in if it weren't for the neighborhood's recommendation.

So this job isn't as easy as you might imagine.

Well, all I can say is that nothing is easy.

Yang Dalin only had one yuan given to him by Aunt Yulan, but he had to keep working no matter how hard or tiring it was.

It's not like I haven't done it before in my past life. I worked as a loader in Beijing in 2010 after graduating from high school.

Back then, the cost of scaffolding pipes for construction sites was calculated by the ton.

I can carry several 60-centimeter, 80-centimeter, or even 2.4-meter scaffold tubes without any problem.

The worst thing is loading a 40-ton truck and then putting the clamp bags in last.

A bag of iron lumps weighing seventy or eighty pounds, or even a hundred pounds, had to be lifted high (because the frame tubes were installed first), and in the end, it was truly impossible to lift.

Back then, a truck carrying ten tons could be loaded by two people, and each person would receive 100 yuan. After loading the truck and returning home, the boss would give them the money.

Yang Dalin worked on a 40-ton truck once, but quit the next day. He only earned a little over 200 yuan from that load, but it was really tiring.

(Old Five's personal experience in the suburbs of Beijing in 2010)

However, in this life, Yang Dalin has taken a powerful pill and has the strength of three pillars, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

The system told Yang Dalin that one pillar's strength was 150 jin, and three pillars would weigh 450 jin.

So Yang Dalin can carry three bags of rice at a time without getting tired at all.

Grandpa Qi said that when he was young, he could only carry two bags at a time, and he would have to rest after working for a while.

Yang Dalin's steamed buns were definitely worth it.

He could carry three bags at a time, and when loading them onto the transport truck, he could shake them up and throw the three bags of rice onto the truck bed.

They are really strong.

Yang Dalin also noticed that the young man didn't do this job very often; it was hard on his back.

Grandpa Qi also told him to slow down, take it easy, and watch his back, but Yang Dalin casually replied, "Grandpa Qi, kids don't have backs. It's okay, I'll reduce the amount if I get tired."

That's right, children don't have waists. Yang Dalin didn't know about other places, but in his previous life, when he was working in his hometown, whenever he complained of back pain, people would tell him that children don't have waists.

Yang Dalin carried the bamboo skewers from the train carriage to the transport vehicle, and a chubby boy next to him gave him three bamboo skewers.

Yang Dalin's satchel, hanging around his neck, was almost full of bamboo skewers.

Thanks to the addition of this monster Yang Dalin, the train car moved much faster. Although the others earned less, they were not jealous.

Because everyone has saved time, they can get more other work done.

In this industry, if you have strength, everyone will look up to you.

Yang Dalin carried 375 of the 1,000 bags of rice himself, because it was six people who carried them in trips.

Yang Dalin alone did the work of three people.

In the end, the money was calculated to be forty yuan. Yang Dalin kept ten yuan, and the remaining nine people split the thirty yuan.

The problem was that thirty divided by nine was not divisible, so Yang Dalin came up with an idea.

Each person gets 3.3 yuan. They can use that 3 mao to buy some loose drinks, and each person can have a sip. That solves the problem.

In fact, this is a method that people often use, and they often encounter this situation.

This carriage is getting off quickly, and there's another train next to it that's unloading potatoes.

They usually only work on one train carload of potatoes a day, but since it was still early, they thought they could do another train carload of potatoes.

Because the other few people weren't tired. As for the rice in the other dozen or so carriages, it wasn't their turn to work; many other people were already doing it.

Even if they work slowly, you can't steal their work.

The regular employee in charge of registering and issuing bamboo tags was also willing to help apply for another truckload of work.

Because he can get more money, even though he only gets five dollars, he can't keep all of it.

The more people do the work, the more he gets.

Sixty tons of potatoes were also being transported at the same price. It was still early, and everyone was in good spirits, mainly because of the strongman Yang Dalin.

Everyone persevered and worked for another hour, finishing another truckload.

However, the others in this car were fine at first, but their speed slowed down later.

They had to rest several times before they finally finished.

Yang Dalin, on the other hand, didn't stop much and maintained a steady pace, working non-stop except for drinking water.

Grandpa Qi saw that Yang Dalin was really fine, but he still kept telling him to take it easy.

Don't let yourself not be able to get up tomorrow.

Experienced workers know that you should take it easy and not hurt yourself; work one day and rest for three.

What's the point of doing that?

Yang Dalin was originally supposed to receive fifteen yuan from this last batch, but he told everyone that he would take ten yuan instead.

Since it's our first time meeting, let's treat everyone to a meal.

The second thing is that he'll be working here in the future, so if anyone has any good jobs, just let him know.

We can't divide the money like this tomorrow. They're all honest men, and we understand.

In this way, Yang Dalin earned twenty yuan in one afternoon by relying on the "power pill".

That's awesome.

The key point is that he doesn't feel too tired yet.

As expected of products from the system, they are all top-notch.

The system has clearly made its description of the power of these three pillars more subtle.

However, Yang Dalin pretended to be exhausted before he left.

In the afternoon, Yang Dalin was actually only wearing a tattered coat while working, and he was sweating quite a bit.

His face was also very red, as if he had been sweating a lot.

After leaving the freight station, Yang Dalin invited Uncle Li and Grandpa Qi to take a bath.

He didn't have a ticket; he was only responsible for paying the money, and he was willing to pay more.

People from the old city of Beijing know how to do things.

A little while later, Grandpa Qi took Yang Dalin to a state-run bathhouse.

Yang Dalin paid the price of a cigarette and six cents to go in and soak for a while.

After cleaning himself up, Yang Dalin felt a little hungry again.

They went to another state-run restaurant, this time Uncle Li was in charge, and Yang Dalin ate ten bowls of braised pork noodles.

A bowl cost two mao (0.2 yuan), no ticket required, but it cost two yuan.

Uncle Li and Grandpa Qi insisted on treating Yang Dalin to dinner in the afternoon.

As a result, each of them finished five bowls.

Goodness, they're all big eaters!

Everyone needs to be able to earn money and eat well, otherwise their bodies really couldn't take it.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Grandpa Qi earned 6.6 yuan this afternoon; it's all thanks to the monster Yang Dalin.

Otherwise, he would only earn a little over 3 yuan in an afternoon at most.

This is only because it's a good job; if there's no good job, he might only earn one or two dollars a day.

If he eats like this every day, he won't even be full, let alone be able to do any work.

Uncle Li's family has four children, and he said he hasn't had a full meal in years.

I usually eat until I'm more than half full.

Everyone actually benefited from Yang Dalin today.

Before it got dark, Yang Dalin asked Grandpa Qi to help him find a restaurant and buy him twenty steamed buns.

Fortunately, the restaurants near the train station have long opening hours; otherwise, you probably wouldn't be able to buy anything elsewhere by now.

The steamed buns were meat buns, because the filling was made with lard, and each one cost twice as much, one cent, and no food coupons were needed.

Twenty cost two yuan.

Yang Dalin had 14.4 yuan left, including a piece of money given to him by Aunt Yulan.

After finishing ten bowls of noodles, Yang Dalin felt he could have a few more, but unfortunately, there was a purchase limit.

No more food, sigh. Yang Dalin only managed to eat about 70% full that night.

That's good. Let's eat less tonight. The steamed buns are for Aunt Yulan's family.

Yang Dalin's actions earned him even more favor from Grandpa Qi.

Who doesn't like a child who is hardworking and knows how to be grateful?

On the way back, Yang Dalin rode his bicycle, and Grandpa Qi gave him directions, telling him to keep a low profile.

You can't make money like this at the train station anymore.