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

On the one hand, Jia Zhangshi dared not mention the matter again, and on the other hand, Yan Bugui was indeed only guessing.

Without evidence, the police will not arrest anyone.

Especially disputes like this.

Qin Huairu's injuries weren't even minor; her face was swollen, and a few teeth that had been loose last time were about to fall out.

In later generations, losing two or more teeth would be considered a minor injury, level two.

In such situations, the police officers often rely on their experience to make their decisions.

If what Yan Bugui said is true, then Qin Huairu, in this day and age, still went so far as to cheat other people out of their grain; she deserved to be beaten.

Older police officers know that these kinds of things are hard to figure out, and the causes are usually trivial matters.

But with food so scarce these days, if you get beaten up for that reason, you deserve it.

This isn't a spy case, a murder case, or any other high-profile case; you can't just use memory restoration techniques like that.

If the culprit is found, that would be fine; if not, the Jia family will have to suffer in silence this time.

When Yi Zhonghai got home, he immediately gave Jia Dongxu five yuan and asked him to take Qin Huairu to the hospital for a checkup.

Five yuan is a lot of money. Workers' families also receive subsidies when they go to the hospital for medical treatment.

Yi Zhonghai thought to himself that it probably wouldn't cost much money; it was just a few slaps and his face was swollen.

Yi Zhonghai didn't take it seriously and went home to continue eating.

The people in the courtyard all went home, even though Jia Zhangshi vehemently denied it and even hit Yan Bugui.

However, once the neighbors went home, I don't know what they were talking about.

Of course, some people think that Yan Bugui is slandering others, while others think that Yan Bugui is right and that they should stay far away from Jia Jia and Qin Huairu in the future, as she is a jinx.

Who knows what trouble Dongxu will face in the future? As the saying goes, one should marry a virtuous wife. With someone like Qin Huairu, Jia Dongxu might run into trouble in the future.

If Yang Dalin heard this, he would definitely agree.

There's not much time left before Jia Dongxu's picture is hung on the wall.

Yang Dalin recounted his work experience to Aunt Qi, and then asked Aunt Qi to prepare a set of bedding for him.

He said he might have to work overtime sometimes and couldn't come back, so he told Aunt Qi not to worry and that he would try to let her know if anything happened.

Some of the temporary workers I knew lived nearby, so if there was an emergency, I could just send someone to deliver a message.

Yang Dalin didn't go out that night. When it was almost bedtime, Qi Yanhua was preparing foot bath water for Yang Dalin and quietly asked him, "Dalinzi, don't hit Qin Huairu anymore, or you might get caught."

Yang Dalin's heart skipped a beat; he hadn't managed to hide this from Sister Yan after all.

It seems like he'd be perfect as my bedmate.

Yang Dalin asked her with a smile, "How did you figure that out? Are we telepathically connected, or are we just like family?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yanhua blushed and angrily slapped Yang Dalin on the shoulder: "I was worried about you, and you're still talking nonsense."

Yang Dalin knew she definitely wouldn't tell anyone; this family had long treated him like family.

Yang Dalin added, "Don't worry, Sister Yan, I will never lay a finger on you again."

Yang Dalin's flirtatious words scared the young girl away. He almost made it clear that he wouldn't hit her after they got married.

Of course they'd run away.

Recently, Yang Dalin has been giving Qi Yanhua treats, small gifts, or teasing her from time to time, and Qi Yanhua has long since given her heart to Yang Dalin.

Although the two didn't say it outright, their hearts were already intertwined.

Seeing that the shy little girl had run away, Yang Dalin had no choice but to wash his feet himself, pour the foot-washing water into a wastewater bucket, and throw it away the next morning.

He went to bed contentedly.

Yang Dalin was delighted, but Qin Huairu at the hospital was not. She had lost four teeth, which would make eating a problem in the future, and she would have to get fillings at such a young age.

Moreover, according to the doctor, if she doesn't get her teeth fixed soon, it will affect her facial appearance.

Qin Huairu always thought she was very beautiful. If she lost a few teeth and her face was ruined, she would cry her heart out.

But we have no money at home. Today, Yi Zhonghai gave us five yuan to come to the doctor.

It's possible that I can get my teeth filled myself in a short time.

Qin Huairu felt utterly hopeless, but Jia Dongxu said from the side, "It's okay, I'll save up some money every month after I get my salary, and we can get our teeth fixed. Losing a few teeth won't stop us from eating."

Qin Huairu felt so miserable; she might not even be able to eat meat in the future. Waaah.

At Yan Bugui's house, Teacher Yan's glasses were broken by Jia Zhangshi with a slap.

With tears welling in his eyes, Yan Bugui, heartbroken, carefully examined his glasses.

Seeing that her husband's eyes were about to well up with tears, Yang Ruihua asked, "Does your face hurt, sir? Don't worry, I'll settle accounts with Jia Zhangshi tomorrow and avenge you. I won't come back until I've slapped her face into a big steamed bun."

Yan Bugui, holding a roll of white tape he'd swiped from the school clinic, was sticking it to the temple of his glasses when he twitched and said, "My face doesn't hurt, but my glasses do."

If Yang Dalin were here, he would definitely say, "Truly, the Yan family is worthy of this name; all their property is more precious than their bodies."

Yan Jiecheng, still lying in bed recovering from his injuries, stared blankly at the ceiling.

What kind of person is my dad? Can I return him?

Did I steal some incense oil from Buddha in my past life to be reborn into this kind of family?

He was recuperating in his own bed, eating and drinking the same things as his family, without any special care.

Sigh, I should just get married already. Once I'm married, I should separate from my family and live separately. I can't stand it.

At Yi Zhonghai's home, Yi Zhonghai and Wen Xiumei were also lying in bed.

Wen Xiumei asked Yi Zhonghai, "Old Yi, do you think Huai Ru was beaten by Da Linzi?"

Yi Zhonghai: "Sigh... it's hard to say. Da Linzi didn't seem guilty at all, and he remained normal when facing the police."

I've been observing from the sidelines the whole time, and I haven't seen anything wrong.

The main reason is that this is a fact said by Yan Bugui; I believe anything that others say.

Yan Bugui and Dalinzi have always had conflicts, so when he said that, I became particularly suspicious.

Especially since you told me yesterday that Yan Bugui was trying to incite us to fight with Dalinzi.

And then this happened today.

Yi Zhonghai truly had no idea how thick-skinned Yang Dalin was.

Even when facing today's police, with no cameras and no witnesses, Yang Dalin would certainly not feel guilty at all.

Listening to her husband's analysis, Wen Xiumei also spoke up: "Yes, how old is Dalinzi? He's only sixteen, and he'll be seventeen after the New Year. If it were him, how could he not feel guilty in front of everyone, and not be afraid of the police?"

I would believe it if he were a man in his thirties or forties, but he's only that age, so I don't believe it.

So I'm inclined to believe it wasn't him, and I suspect that Yan Bugui had his kids beat him up, and then deliberately led everyone to Dalinzi during the meeting.

What a coincidence! Yesterday, Yan Bugui had that idea of ​​sowing discord, and today Qin Huairu was beaten up, using the exact same method as last time. And just then, Dalinzi hadn't gotten home yet.

If I were the one hitting someone, I wouldn't make it so obvious, so that people would immediately suspect me.