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

But this is what normal life is like.

Where else in other fanfiction is this courtyard so chaotic, with fighting and killing happening all the time?

Are the likes of Long He Yi Jia really that powerful? Wouldn't Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui have secretly reported them?

How could that be?

It's just a bunch of ordinary people at the bottom of society, scheming and calculating.

There's an old saying: "Poverty breeds cunning, wealth breeds conscience."

But the biggest sucker is probably Sha Zhu.

Yi Zhonghai's advantages are his advanced age, his high rank, and his fair handling of affairs.

He's a real old man, otherwise this official-obsessed guy with bangs would have replaced him long ago.

Even if Yi Zhonghai wanted to favor his apprentices now, he wouldn't do it so obviously.

That's why he let it go today, and didn't reveal any more of Qin Huairu's true colors, otherwise it would have been really embarrassing.

Nowadays, grain is very valuable, and it's not because you're the wife of Yi Zhonghai's apprentice that no one dares not to rebel.

How could he possibly control everything?

think too much.

Where is this? This is right under the emperor's nose, within the Second Ring Road. There are streets, police stations, trade unions, and women's federations.

Yi Zhonghai has the ability to cover up everything; only someone with a blind mind could possibly do so.

That's possible in more remote areas.

However, as an old man without children, if he acts unfairly a few times, there will definitely be people who will not accept him. This is the world of the working class. Even if Sha Zhu beat up Deputy Factory Director Li, Deputy Factory Director Li could not fire him directly. Not to mention that an eighth-grade worker can control everything.

As for Xu Damao, that real scoundrel, if he hadn't truly had no leverage over Yi Zhonghai, he wouldn't have waited until the summer of 66 to remove him from his position as a powerful figure on the grounds that Yi Zhonghai lacked political awareness.

Perhaps it exists, but Xu Damao didn't discover it either.

After the meeting ended, Sha Zhu patted Yang Dalin on the shoulder and said, "You're a true friend, brother. Let's have a drink sometime."

Then they went straight to hunt down Xu Damao.

Xu Damao, on the other hand, had already slipped back to his backyard and gone home.

After the meeting, Yang Dalin went home with Aunt Yulan.

After chatting for a while, Yang Dalin escorted the three women out to use the restroom before returning home to prepare for bed.

Aunt Yulan asked Qi Yanhua to bring out another set of clean, patched clothes that she had prepared for him and hand them to him.

Let him have something to change into when he gets back.

Yang Dalin didn't notice that his sister Yan looked a little shy.

When I got back to the bedroom, I found a new pair of underwear inside, but I made it myself, and I don't know whose handiwork it was.

There are also two new pairs of socks.

After waking up, Yang Dalin went out to work again.

Today, Yang Dalin felt he had some money in his pocket, so he decided to work less.

I just need to eat and drink my fill every day, bring some food back with me, and keep some money in my hands.

I don't have any personal space, and I don't dare to take too much with me when I go out. If I earn too much, someone might be envious or try to rob me. It's not safe at all.

So Yang Dalin earned more than ten yuan today, and everyone who worked with him earned five or six yuan, and some earned three or four yuan. Everyone was satisfied.

Yang Dalin's excuse today was that he had worked too hard the past few days and needed to take it easy in the future.

However, when he finished work in the morning and was eating at a restaurant outside, the chubby guy who kept track of packages at the train station brought a few people to find him.

Grandpa Qi simply shook his head slightly, meaning that it was fine as long as he didn't agree.

Yang Dalin followed the chubby boy to a corner.

Three burly men surrounded Yang Dalin.

One of the men, a burly-looking middle-aged man in his thirties, pulled out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes, flicked out a few, and offered one to everyone. He even offered one to Yang Dalin, but Yang Dalin shook his head, indicating he didn't want one. "Brother," he said, "I heard you're really good at work. How about I introduce you to a job? I guarantee you'll earn more than you do at the station!"

Yang Dalin didn't know the background of these people, and with the chubby guy from the train station following him, he wasn't afraid that they might do something to him in broad daylight.

Excitedly, she asked, "What kind of work is it? Can I go this afternoon?"

The other party replied, "Good job, you'll earn a decent amount every day, but you can't go in the afternoon, you have to go after dark."

Yang Dalin asked again, "Night shift?"

"right."

"Brother, that would be a waste. I've only just arrived in Beijing, and my household registration hasn't been settled yet. I'm staying with relatives right now, and I can't stay out all night."

"Oh, I see. Never mind then, we'll wait for another chance. You're busy, bro."

The middle-aged man turned around and left decisively.

Those henchmen acted as if they could bully people at will, and they followed along as well.

When Yang Dalin returned to the hotel, he asked Grandpa Qi and learned that those people were probably from the black market.

Ask Yang Dalin to come and do some moving and lifting work that night.

Yang Dalin could guess it even with his toes.

The major black markets and train stations in Beijing have absolutely nothing to do with each other; even a dog wouldn't believe that.

Otherwise, where did all those supplies from other places come from? Did they fly in?

However, it doesn't matter if he doesn't go, because his excuse is that he doesn't have a household registration, and if he gets caught, he will be sent back to his hometown.

He also has to go home at night, since he's not a local resident; these two excuses are quite good.

The other party didn't make things difficult for him, because it wasn't necessary. In the adult world, there's less fighting and killing, and more human relationships and social interactions.

Of course, the people behind the black market have a lot of power, and it's not difficult for them to get Yang Dalin's household registration sorted out. The key question is, who would help a small-time loader like him for no reason?

Yang Dalin didn't want to offend the other party; they wouldn't resort to violence just because someone refused.

The fact that the chubby kid showed up wasn't because Yang Dalin was afraid of him telling anyone. Everyone was just trying to make a living, and no one would cause trouble for no reason unless it infringed on their own interests.

The chubby boy knew that Grandpa Qi would also tell Yang Dalin to keep his mouth shut.

To put it bluntly, they were trying to find Yang Dalin a more lucrative job, but unfortunately, Yang Dalin couldn't go.

If Yang Dalin didn't have the Qi family's connections, he might actually have dared to give it a try, and he would have to thank that chubby guy in the end.

Several people came to see him while he was working in the afternoon.

Yang Dalin refused using those two excuses.

It seems that my decision to keep a low profile from today onwards was the right one.

Within just a few days, several black market forces had their eyes on him.

The black market is also short of capable workers.

They don't have the space, and they need help moving things around.

Next year's most powerful operation to crack down on the black market could arrest 70,000 people in one night. Just imagine how much stuff is in the black market in Beijing.

At that time, the entire city of Beijing had more than seven million people, with three to four million residing in the urban area.

This means that out of 100 people, two will participate in the black market.

Whether you're buying or selling something, you can think about this ratio.

If we count 100 people as 20 households, that's already a tenth of the total.

This shows how large the black market must be.

Yang Dalin can earn enough to eat and drink every day now, and he doesn't want to touch this stuff.

Others have household registration and at most get a lecture, but he was caught, and there are only two possible outcomes.

Those who commit serious offenses will be sentenced to prison, while those who commit minor offenses will be forcibly relocated back to their hometowns

So when the people in the black market heard this, they didn't make things difficult for him anymore.

Before going home that evening, Yang Dalin told everyone that he would help his family buy coal and other necessities the next day, and that he would rest for the day and wouldn't be coming back the next day.

Everyone has made a lot of money these past few days, so a day off is fine.

Actually, Yang Dalin wanted to deliberately hide for a day.

Aside from his great strength and the brass knuckles he had prepared, the system was not yet activated.

I think it's better to avoid being too reckless.

I'll take a day off and help Aunt Yulan buy some things.

It seems we'll need to buy cabbages for winter storage as well.

Today, Yang Dalin brought back twenty catties of sweet potatoes.

I'll have the two sisters bake it at home later.

I don't know how these two sisters managed to keep going, they never left the yard.

If I have time tomorrow, I can take the two of them out for a walk again.

Don't hold it in too long.