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

After all, the journey is difficult; you can't just walk and expect to succeed.

In many places, they were surrounded and blocked, and when they came, they entered the relief stations outside the city instead of being able to enter the city directly.

If you have relatives, that's fine, but if you don't, the relief station will only take care of you for half a month before sending you back to your hometown.

If it weren't for Aunt Qi Yulan taking me home...

My best outcome would be if people from my hometown came and I took them all home.

Bringing them home would mean a lecture, and to make matters worse, there's no food for them.

What's the use of that?

If Yang Dalin had time-traveled on the way, he would have changed his route and gone directly to the Northeast, instead of coming to Beijing.

According to Aunt Yulan, if it weren't for the fact that all three members of her family had their own rations and were all women with smaller appetites, she really wouldn't have dared to think of bringing Yang Dalin home.

Yang Dalin knew that Aunt Yulan meant she was going to save some of the food rations from her family of three and give it to him.

However, Yang Dalin knew that no matter how much they could save, their quotas had probably been reduced as well.

He was taken home by Aunt Yulan, and he was also a person without a formal household registration.

I only have a temporary household registration, and there will still be no quota for me in the future unless I can find a job.

Once you have a job, you can transfer your household registration and receive a fixed amount of income.

Aunt Yulan wouldn't be thinking of transferring her job to me after she marries her eldest daughter, would she?

Even if she doesn't transfer the job to Yang Dalin, this is still a great kindness. She has no relatives left, and she has met someone who is so good to her. She must repay her properly.

We can't expect others to work. We have hands and feet, and we have decades of experience from the future. We can find a job ourselves.

returning a Favour many times more.

You mustn't learn from the beasts in the yard.

Yang Dalin thought about his name.

This name is not bad either. Haven't I heard that this courtyard is a place where four waters nourish two trees?

Yi Zhonghai, He Yuzhu, He Yushui, and Qin Huairu all have the water radical in their names, and together they raised a great idiot.

The name of the stick-shaped pheasant contains two "wood" radicals.

My name is Yang Dalin, which already contains three "wood" radicals. I'll change it later.

Yang Shulin, Yang Shusen, Yang Senlin, Yang Yisen?

With so much wood, wouldn't this completely reclaim the luck of the stick?

Haha, I'm such a genius.

Thinking of this, Yang Dalin grinned and laughed out loud.

I finally woke up.

With no one around, Yang Dalin glanced at the roof and the decorations beside him.

It is extremely simple, with only a few pieces of furniture, but it is clean and tidy.

I should be lying on a kang (a heated brick bed).

The blanket still has a faint fragrance, so it probably used to be used by girls.

A man's own blankets would never smell like this.

Yang Dalin dared to swear.

Two hushed voices came from the next room: "Sis, is he awake? Why is he smiling? Is he an idiot?"

"Don't talk nonsense, give me the dumpling soup, I'll go take a look!"

Yang Dalin quickly propped himself up against the wall, still wearing a thin, old sweater.

A long-haired girl who looked a lot like Jiang Yan came out carrying a large bowl.

The girl looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with big eyes and a smile on her face.

Two long braids, and a high, straight nose.

Her skin was much fairer than that of girls from the countryside, but unfortunately it was a bit sallow. She was also thin, with little flesh on her cheeks, and was wearing a light red thin cotton-padded jacket.

She looks even better in the reflection.

She smiled and said softly, "You're awake. Here's some dumpling soup. Eat some quickly."

The voice was very gentle. Yang Dalin thought to himself, "This girl is good. I like her. So what if she's a live-in son-in-law? I'll take the job."

In the 21st century, single people in their thirties who are still unmarried are not shy at all.

But I wouldn't say such things in my heart.

In this era, you have to be especially careful about what you say. It's not like in later times when you can flirt with someone you've never even met.

Yang Dalin accepted the large bowl with a simple and honest manner, speaking in a thick Luxi accent: "Thank you, sister?"

The girl smiled, and honestly, girls who smile a lot are really pretty.

"I heard from my mom that you're a year younger than me."

"Oh, thank you then, sis."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a girl with a single braid walked out of the next room. Her face shape looked a bit like Xiao Jinmai's.

She looked to be about eleven or twelve years old, and put her hands on her hips, saying, "And me too! I'm the one who cooked the dumpling soup."

Yang Dalin smiled and said, despite his rumbling stomach, "Then thank you, sister."

The Luxi dialect has a slight accent, but it's not much different from standard Mandarin. Unlike in Jiaodong, where young men are called "youth" and young women are called "little sister," the Luxi dialect has a different accent.

So both of them could understand it.

"Who's your sister? I only have one older sister. My name is Qi Xiaoning. You can just call me by my name from now on."

Xiaoning is a bit like a little chili pepper.

I just don't know why my younger sister also has the surname Qi, the same as Aunt Yulan.

"Okay, Xiaoning, I'll call you Xiaoning from now on."

"No, call her Qi Xiaoning, use her full name."

"Okay, I promise."

"What's your name, sister?"

"My name is Qi Yanhua. Your name is Yang Dalin, right?" The young woman tidied her hair behind her ear.

Yang Dalin thought for a moment, and realized it seemed to come from a poem, so he said, "Her beauty is indescribable, her presence is so serene throughout the evening?"

Yan Hua means the gentleness and vitality of the spring breeze.

They also share the surname Qi, the same as Aunt Yulan. I don't know anything about this family.

If there are no men around, why don't the children take their father's surname?

Qi Yanhua was surprised that the other person, who had fled from the countryside, was so cultured and immediately guessed her name. Her smile became even more beautiful: "Yes, you are quite cultured."

Yang Dalin said politely, "No, no, I just happened to know. By the way, my name is Yang Dalin. You can call me Dalinzi from now on."

Yang Dalin's stomach started growling as soon as he finished speaking.

The two girls covered their mouths and giggled. The older girl, Qi Yanhua, said gently, "Let's eat it while it's hot, and then we'll talk."

Yang Dalin was indeed starving. Seeing that there was an egg in the dumpling soup, he added a drop of sesame oil.

I have to say that Qi Xiaoning, the "Little Chili," did a pretty good job.

Yang Dalin, no longer standing on ceremony, said, "I'll eat first."

The noodles weren't very white, but there was a little bit of salt sprinkled on them.

Starving, Yang Dalin saw Qi Xiaoning, the little chili pepper, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

But now we can only report it to others later.

Eat first as a sign of respect.

Yang Dalin quickly finished the large bowl of not-too-thick egg drop soup.

Although he felt he wasn't full, Yang Dalin was too embarrassed to ask for more.

Even when Qi Yanhua asked, "Are you full? If not, there's more in the pot."

Yang Dalin felt embarrassed to eat any more, knowing how precious food was at this time: "I'm full, I'm full."

Yang Dalin felt he could easily eat several more bowls, but he forced himself to eat more. He was already being generous with one bowl, and he didn't want to ask for more. To make a good impression on the girl, Yang Dalin asked Qi Yanhua to pour some hot water into his bowl.

I rinsed the bowl, then tilted my head back and drank the dishwater clean.

This action earned the admiration of the two girls.

Otherwise, in this day and age, if you dare to waste even a tiny bit of food, it's not just a matter of getting beaten up.

Many people rinse their bowls or lunchboxes with boiling water and then drink the liquid.