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

Since Yang Dalin arrived, he has been young and a workaholic, doing the work of three or four people.

Working with him made things much easier for me, and I earned more money too.

But Qi Baogen knew that Yang Dalin couldn't keep doing this kind of work forever.

He'll have a bright future and a stable job, while I'm getting too old and won't be able to work anymore.

You can't really pedal a tricycle to death, can you?

When Yang Dalin saw that Grandpa Qi was silent, he knew that Grandpa Qi had taken it to heart.

So he added, "Uncle Qi, let's see how it goes. If we can find you a gatekeeper job or an easy one, we'll take it. Really, this isn't the time to be shy. This is about your future retirement, so don't take it lightly."

If the job isn't going well, let's wait and see. If you're hesitant to speak up later, I'll speak on your behalf, okay?

Yang Dalin has always been a grateful person. Uncle Qi has helped him a lot and knows how to behave properly, much better than Yi Zhonghai. It is only right for him to repay the kindness.

Grandpa Qi was very touched when he heard this, and patted Yang Dalin on the back: "Okay, I'll trouble you with this."

Yang Dalin didn't turn around and said directly, "Why are you being so polite, father and son? Even if the work doesn't work out, we'll still have to work together!"

When passing by the hospital, Yang Dalin made a turn and went to the hospital where Ma San was staying.

Yang Dalin saw Ma San lying alone in the hospital, looking dejected, with no relatives taking care of him. He thought, "What a pitiful child."

Yang Dalin sat down next to him and patted the dazed Ma San.

When Ma San saw Yang Dalin arrive, he immediately perked up. He glanced at the patient next to him and whispered to Yang Dalin, "Brother Dalin, you're here. I was just pretending to be asleep. Actually, I'm not in any serious condition. It's just that the old woman who wronged me just left. I'll make her bleed a good time. I'll be discharged in a few days, and then I'll come and work for you."

Seeing that the boy was recovering well, Yang Dalin didn't ask about his family situation. He handed him two paper packages and whispered, "Half a pound of cooked beef, a handful of milk candy, and four steamed buns. Be careful when you eat the beef, don't let anyone find out. Take good care of yourself. Once you're healed, come visit me. Don't mention anything about being a hoodlum, understand?"

With tears welling up in his eyes, Ma San said, "Brother, I don't want it, I have food."

Yang Dalin, not allowing him to refuse, said, "Listen to me, recover as soon as possible, and you can pay me back later when you earn money."

Seeing Yang Dalin's resolute attitude, Ma San nodded heavily: "Thank you, brother. You're even better than my own brother. From now on, you're my brother."

Seeing that the other man was so moved he was about to piss, Yang Dalin gently slapped the back of his hand: "Alright, how old are you? Still pissing? I have something to do at home tonight, I'll come see you again tomorrow."

Yang Dalin didn't stay long and left quickly, leaving Ma San hiding under the covers and crying quietly.

Yang Dalin and Grandpa Qi returned home at just past five in the afternoon.

As Yang Dalin passed by the hanging flower gate, he saw Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui, perhaps having been waiting specifically for Yang Dalin, immediately approached him with a fawning smile as soon as Yang Dalin arrived with a full satchel: "Dalinzi, Dalinzi, you've really brought honor to our neighborhood! The street committee praised you, and yesterday the children's parents came to thank you. You received so many things! How about you treat everyone to a meal? Everyone can share in your glory and have a good time together, don't you all think so?"

At this time, some steel mill workers were still at get off work in the courtyard, but most of the people there were unemployed women and children at home.

Like the Qi Yanhua sisters, although school has started again, they still get out of school very early.

When Yan Bugui said this, it attracted the attention of many people in the front yard who were at the time.

As soon as Yan Bugui finished speaking, the Yan family members started cheering: "That's right, let's all have some fun together, we'll get some of the credit too!"

Yang Dalin glanced at the other neighbors, and saw that several teenagers who didn't know any better wanted to join in the shouting. Some quick-thinking parents stopped their children, but a few others who weren't stopped joined in the commotion.

Some of the other adults were alright, not as shameless as Yan Bugui.

Yang Dalin could tell from everyone's expressions that Yan Bugui was up to no good again, even though no one else had said anything.

Yang Dalin said bluntly, "Yan Bugui, you're a teacher. Can't you do your job properly and educate the future little suns of the country? Is it interesting that you're always scheming against others? Is it time for your school to let out yet? You want me, someone who has no job, no salary, and no fixed quota, to treat you to dinner?"

Where did you get the nerve? Can you please have some shame?

"Stop being so disgusting all the time, okay? I know you're my neighbor, but I'd think you were some kind of thug, bully, or rich landlord. Just because someone has something doesn't mean they have to ask you for help. Who do you think you are? Are you some bald guy? Everyone thinks they have to give you face just because they have something? Go to hell!"

Yang Dalin kept poking Yan Bugui with his finger at first, but he got angrier and angrier as he talked and was about to slap Yan Bugui.

The young master of the Yan family has applied to participate in the battle.

A loud shout rang out: "Yang Dalin, stop!"

Yan Bugui was so angry from Yang Dalin's scolding that he couldn't even open his mouth and was panting heavily.

Yan Jiecheng stood at his own door and saw his father being scolded and unable to speak, and about to be beaten, so he quickly shouted out.

He grabbed the shovel from the front door; he was ready to fight Yang Dalin to the death.

The Qi sisters and He Yushui also heard the commotion and came out of the house.

Qi Yanhua wanted to pull Yang Dalin back into the house, worried that he might get beaten up. Yang Dalin handed his bag to Sister Yanhua, turned around and said, "You three stay away, and the others should also keep their distance, so you don't get caught in the crossfire."

Then he turned to Yan Jiecheng and said, "What's wrong? I'm right. You can't argue with me anymore. Are you going to resort to violence?"

Come on, try moving it?

Yang Dalin stretched his neck, veins bulging, and shouted at Yan Jiecheng.

When ordinary people fight, it's all about momentum.

If you're not cowardly, and you're ruthless enough, putting on a show of being fearless, most of your opponents won't dare to continue fighting you.

However, if you encounter a tough opponent and can't beat them, then you deserve it.

(This is based on the fifth brother's personal experience.)

Yan Jiecheng held up the iron shovel in his hand. Although he was older than Yang Dalin, he was not as ruthless as Yang Dalin.

At this point, Yan Jiecheng was caught in a dilemma and could only say in a harsh voice, "Who told you to curse my father? Don't you know how to respect your elders? Even if you disagree, you can't curse people. You still cursed my father, so you deserve to be beaten."

Seeing his timid demeanor, Yang Dalin knew he wouldn't dare to make a move, and even if he did, he was confident he could dodge it.

Today I'm going to give the Yan family a good beating. I finally understand why Sha Zhu likes to fight; some people can't get their anger out without a good beating.

So he continued, "Go to hell, you deserve to curse him. What's wrong with that? You don't like it? Come on then, slap me on the head, you coward, you've got guts."

Yang Dalin deliberately provoked the other party, waiting for them to make the first move so that he could give them a good beating.

After these few words of argument, many neighbors came out from the backyard of the central courtyard.