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

Other parents had no objections.

People from the neighborhood committee happened to be with these parents, and Yang Dalin even spotted Director Wang Hongxia hiding in the crowd.

In fact, Yang Dalin had already thought of this idea when he saw Director Wang.

Didn't you see there were two jeeps outside?

Clearly, some of the children's parents hold high positions, like the old man in the Zhongshan suit who kept speaking on behalf of everyone.

I guess he's in a high position.

The parents of these children came to Yang Dalin's house, so someone must have asked someone from the neighborhood committee to guide them. Even if they didn't, with such a lively scene here, Director Wang Hongxia probably heard the news and came over long ago.

Director Wang Hongxia must have known about it long ago, she just didn't show up at the beginning.

How could she not come to a job that would give her face? Anyone who wants a promotion would come.

Yang Dalin saw her, and decided to give her some face.

She was in charge of this street. Whether she could make connections or get promoted after achieving good results was no longer her concern.

Because the old man in the Zhongshan suit was clearly not a simple person.

Seeing that no one objected, Yang Dalin called out to Director Wang in the crowd, "Have the people from our neighborhood committee arrived yet?"

Wang Hongxia squeezed in and raised her hand: "Dalinzi, Aunt Wang is here, she's over here."

Hey, here comes another person to claim kinship.

She's also someone who actively tries to build relationships.

They're being kind to us, so we should accept it.

Yang Dalin casually replied, "My Aunt Wang is here! Come in quickly, we've made our plans."

Of the gifts from the seven children's families, I kept one from Grandpa Qi's family, making fourteen in total. The rest were donated to our neighborhood committee, and entrusted to Director Wang to deliver to the families of martyrs and military dependents in our neighborhood who are facing difficulties.

"Could the neighborhood committee staff please distribute these gifts and explain that they were donated to the neighborhood committee by the parents of our children?"

Yang Dalin's words highlighted the good intentions of the parents, while he himself remained humble.

He won the favor of many people.

Yang Dalin introduced Director Wang to the old man in the Zhongshan suit and others.

Yang Dalin still doesn't know the identities of the man in the Zhongshan suit and the other men.

Director Wang Hongxia was followed by two people from the subdistrict office. With people around, things became easier. Yang Dalin asked the people from the subdistrict office and Aunt Qi to help distribute the gifts at home.

Afterwards, several parent representatives and Yang Dalin went into Yang Dalin's bedroom.

An elderly man in a Zhongshan suit and six parents of children observed Yang Dalin's shabby bedroom.

There was a kang (a heated brick bed), a quilt with several patches on it, a table with a brick propping up one leg, and a bedside table with peeling paint.

There is nothing else.

Several novels were laid upside down on the table.

The old man in the Zhongshan suit picked up a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms that Yang Dalin was reading, glanced at it, and then put it down.

"Dalinzi, your house is quite simple."

There were no chairs left in Yang Dalin's house; they had all been moved outside. He scratched his head sheepishly and invited everyone to sit on the kang (a heated brick bed), saying, "It's not simple. I came here as a refugee, and I'm grateful to have been taken in by my aunt. I'm already content with having a place to live. I can earn money myself, and I'll save it up slowly. Good days are earned through hard work. I'm still young and strong, so there's no rush. I believe I'll have a better life in the future."

A slightly thin, bespectacled old man of similar age to the man in the Zhongshan suit said, "Dalinzi is right, a good life is earned through one's own hard work."

This kid has ambition; I believe you'll make a good life for yourself.

How are you, Dalinzi? Have you encountered any difficulties in your life? Is there anything I can help you with?

I have a job here, would you like to work for me?

Yang Dalin knew that the real gratitude lay here.

They probably already knew everything about Yang Dalin's family.

You should know that the children trafficked by human traffickers are usually children who seem well-cared for and are sent to take the train.

In this day and age, families that can raise their children well are usually quite well-off.

Otherwise, traffickers could just go to places with food shortages and buy children directly. But those children are physically weak and lack food and clothing, so the chances of them dying on the way are high.

Without a letter of introduction, they would generally not be able to enter a rural area, because there are militia members there as well.

So it has to be said that these human traffickers target train stations, which is simple, quick, and convenient due to the large flow of people, making it easy for them to escape.

Whether they're wearing Zhongshan suits or military uniforms, their family backgrounds are naturally better than average. It's not unreasonable to do some research before they come, not to mention some of them are riding in jeeps.

Upon hearing that there was a job, Yang Dalin didn't pretend to refuse. With a job came a fixed quota and a household registration, which would alleviate his aunt's worries.

Yang Dalin asked, "Sir, I won't be modest. I do need a job, but I don't know what kind. It's not that I'm picky, it's just that I'm still growing. I'm strong, so I expend a lot of energy and eat a lot."

My regular job probably wouldn't even earn enough to cover my food expenses. You might not know that I do odd jobs at the train station every day, and I eat three or four pounds of steamed buns a day. So I'm asking first to see if this is suitable for me.

Before we came, we did investigate Yang Dalin and knew that he did odd jobs at the train station. We had discussed it before we came and decided to help Yang Dalin and Qi Baogen find jobs.

This is the true gift of gratitude.

Furthermore, this job involves the combined efforts of seven families of abducted children, so even in difficult times, there are always ways to make a difference.

Upon hearing this, the thin old man with glasses knew that the child wasn't ungrateful, but rather worried that the job he had introduced would leave him hungry.

As Yang Dalin just said, he eats 80 to 90 jin of grain a month.

Nowadays, most jobs don't have such a high quantitative requirement.

The maximum ration for heavy labor in the mine was only about 50 kilograms.

Then I asked him, "Dalinzi, my surname is Wang, you can just call me Uncle Wang. I work at the Municipal Grain Bureau. Now that you say that, I'm really going to reconsider whether I should show you my strength and then we can discuss your career path later."

Yang Dalin quickly bowed and thanked him: "Then thank you very much, Uncle Wang."

But it helped me a lot; my aunt was really worried about my job.

Grandpa Wang helped him up: "Don't thank me, everyone is thanking you because of your noble character. We all discussed this together."

Yang Dalin quickly thanked the others again and was helped up.

They all said that if anyone should be thanked, it should be him first. Without his act of saving the child and his courageous act, there would be no job opening.

Yang Dalin then demonstrated his strength.

The room was too small, so I glanced at the crowd of onlookers.

He said to a middle-aged man in military uniform and a man in his thirties in a Zhongshan suit, "Then I'll have to offend you two. I'll lift you both up at once, so please make way for me."

After saying that, Yang Dalin grabbed the back belts of the two men, first slowly lifting them up, then raising them horizontally, and then overhead.

Even though the two of them were prepared beforehand, they were still taken aback.

They were afraid that Yang Dalin might lose his strength and the two of them would fall.

Several onlookers were still reaching out, trying to catch them, afraid that the two people might fall.

However, Yang Dalin quickly put the two people down.

Two adult males, each weighing at least 140 or 150 pounds, would weigh around 300 pounds together.

They can lift one in each hand and raise it above their heads; they must be incredibly strong.

After the middle-aged man in military uniform got down and stood still, he asked him eagerly, "Dalinzi, how about I send you to the army? With your strength, you could definitely be a grenadier or a machine gunner."