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

Liu Haizhong's wife, Wang Yuhuan, also whispered, "Indeed, this kind of thing happens quite often, both in the countryside and in our city."

We've heard of several similar cases in our Dongcheng area.

It seems Dongxu's wife is quite something.

Liu Haizhong pretended to take a sip of tea and said, "Pah, you have ulterior motives."

It seems I should stay away from her house from now on.

Honey, you should be careful not to get too close to their family.

Let Guangtian and Guangfu spend less time playing with Banggeng and the others.

A person with malicious intentions cannot raise a child well.

Looking at Liu Haizhong, who was currently exuding an air of grandeur, Yang Dalin chimed in with a few words.

"Uncle Liu, Aunt Liu, you can keep this to yourselves, but I won't admit it once we're out the door."

Grandpa Yi himself knew the truth, but he didn't expose it, after all, she was his apprentice's wife before.

If I say it outright, she'll look terrible.

This makes it sound bad for Grandpa Yi.

We know this in our hearts, so let's not spread it to others.

Liu Haizhong and Wang Yuhuan both said, "Don't worry, it won't be told to anyone. We're very tight-lipped."

Yang Dalin could believe Liu Haizhong's tight-lipped nature a little, but he certainly wouldn't believe Liu Haizhong's wife, a gossipy woman who never went to work, for saying she was tight-lipped.

However, Yang Dalin hadn't originally intended for them to keep it a secret.

If it were a secret, I wouldn't have told them.

Yang Dalin wanted Wang Yuhuan to spread the word.

People have always been good at judging others, but never at reflecting on themselves.

After the wind picked up, Liu Haizhong's performance was just as terrible, and he still had the nerve to talk about Qin Huairu.

It hasn't happened yet, so Yang Dalin can't comment further.

Seeing that he had successfully fooled the two men, Yang Dalin took his leave and went to Xu Damao's house.

The two men didn't stop him anymore, but simply told him to come and have a couple of drinks with Grandpa Liu when he had time.

Yang Dalin said, "How could I let Uncle Liu treat me? During the Spring Festival, when we have a holiday, I'll invite Uncle Yi and Uncle Liu to have drinks together."

After exchanging pleasantries, Yang Dalin left the Liu family home directly, and Liu Haizhong and his wife saw him to the door.

Yang Dalin took the remaining two bottles of wine and a bag of mutton to Xu Damao's house across the street.

After returning the money to Xu Damao, I took back the IOU and chatted with Xu Damao for a while longer.

After listening to him recount his recent situation, I learned that he had been drinking traditional Chinese medicine for a while and felt much better.

Moreover, he also took on two apprentices, both of whom were relatives of the leader.

The leader also said that once he had taught his two apprentices how to use their skills, he would be transferred back to the factory.

Xu Damao didn't inquire about Yi Zhonghai's affairs; he was mainly concerned with his own.

He doesn't care about other things, and he doesn't like to ask about them.

He'd like to know if anything happened to Shazhu.

He had no interest in worrying about Yi Zhonghai's affairs.

After chatting with Xu Damao for a few minutes, Yang Dalin left.

Xu Damao tried to persuade him to have a drink, but Yang Dalin still didn't stay.

He has other things to do tonight, so he won't be drinking.

When I got home, my family was getting ready for bed.

I told Aunt Qi that I had paid back all the money I owed to the Yi, Liu, and Xu families in the courtyard.

With no debts, Aunt Qi breathed a sigh of relief: "It's all over now that I've paid them off."

Okay, go and get some rest.

"You still have to get up early for work today."

Yang Dalin responded with an "Ah."

Yang Dalin lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.

Yang Dalin woke up promptly at midnight.

Yang Dalin listened carefully to the breathing inside Aunt Qi's room.

There were also sounds from several neighboring houses nearby.

Everyone was fast asleep when Yang Dalin quietly opened the window.

He crawled out and then closed the window again.

Reaching the corner of the wall, he flipped over and was out of the yard.

After leaving the courtyard, Yang Dalin focused all his hearing and vision.

He took out a bicycle from somewhere else from his spatial storage and sped off.

Soon they arrived near the orphanage they had visited that morning.

In a corner of the orphanage's small playground, Yang Dalin rolled over and released one hundred bags of rice, one hundred bags of flour, and ten barrels of cooking oil.

Dozens of frozen pork patties, some processed timber, a large pile of coal, several barrels of kerosene, dozens of batches of cloth, and several large bales of cotton.

After thinking for a moment, he released several large bags of salt and several large bags of sugar.

Then Yang Dalin went to Dean Zhang's dormitory, knocked on the window a few times, and woke Dean Zhang up.

Leaving behind a note cut from a newspaper, Yang Dalin climbed over the wall and left the orphanage.

Instead of leaving immediately, Yang Dalin carefully observed Dean Zhang.

Dean Zhang was startled awake and asked, "Who's there?"

No one responded, and he did not immediately turn on the light.

He slipped to the side of the window, slowly opened it, listened carefully first, and then cautiously turned on his flashlight. He saw an envelope on the windowsill, weighed down by a pebble.

Dean Zhang received the envelope, returned to the room, turned on the light, and read the note: "The child is pitiful, and I cannot bear to look at him. Therefore, I have taken ill-gotten gains from the black market and presented them to the Dean. I hope he will make good use of them for the child."

Please keep this carefully and use it only; do not share it widely.

The items were located in a corner of the playground.

Dean Zhang was skeptical, but still knocked on the doors of the two teachers next to his dormitory.

The three of them—Dean Zhang and another teacher, each carrying a pistol, and the third carrying a flashlight—cautiously crept over to the playground to investigate.

Dean Zhang is indeed a survivor of the battlefield; his movements and gun-holding posture are quite good.

The three of them arrived at the playground and quickly discovered all these things.

The teacher, holding a flashlight, carefully observed the surroundings and then whispered, "Dean, there are so many things."

They're all good stuff.

Good rice, pure white flour, meat, oil, salt, and sugar.

Meanwhile, Dean Zhang and another teacher were cautiously hiding in the darkness, holding guns as a precaution.

They all sound like good stuff.

Dean Zhang said, "Old Zhou, go and quietly wake up all the teachers."

Don't wake the children.

Old Zhou asked, "Old Zhang, aren't you going to call the police?"

Dean Zhang chuckled: "Why call the police? They said they robbed something from the black market and don't want us to announce it. Let's get it back to our warehouse first."

As dawn broke, I inquired with the other orphanages to see if they had received anything.

If they also received it and chose to report it to the police, we can just show them a small amount and say that's all we received.

The rest went into my mouth, Old Zhang's mouth. If I didn't keep some for the kids, would I let them take it away?

You're overthinking it.

Old Zhou chuckled from the side: "Haha, Old Zhang, you're still the most ruthless one."

But I like it.

Wait here, and be careful.

I'll go and call the other teachers right away.

Seeing that Dean Zhang was thinking the same way he was thinking, Yang Dalin decided to secretly keep the pile of things for the children.

That puts my mind at ease.

Yang Dalin was worried that Lao Zhang would call the police on his own initiative.

Otherwise, it will be troublesome if the police come.

They might all be confiscated as stolen goods.