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

Yang Dalin finished helping several families transport cabbages, and it was almost noon by then.

Yang Dalin was busy transporting cabbages in the morning and didn't go out. He simply ate two steamed buns and drank two bowls of soup at home.

Yang Dalin brought these steamed buns back last night, and he didn't dare to eat too many.

I only ate about three-tenths of what I was full, so I had to endure it for now.

The neighbors who received help were quite polite, offering water and cigarettes to each other.

They treated Yang Dalin as if he were an adult.

Yang Dalin felt it was all a small matter and there was no need to be so polite, but everyone was showing respect for his hard work.

Just like when he was fifteen or sixteen years old in his previous life, after a day of strong winds and heavy rain, he went to visit a distant cousin the next day.

Just then, some of the trees he had planted were blown down by the strong wind. His family needed to prune the branches and cut the trees into sections so they could sell them for money, so he helped out for half a day.

The distant uncle asked the aunt to prepare a few dishes and some beer for lunch.

At the time, Yang Dalin felt that he was just a child who had helped out for a long time, and he was too embarrassed to be treated like this.

Then he made an excuse to go home for dinner.

As a result, the old man even went to his home to invite him to dinner.

It was only then that Yang Dalin realized he was no longer a child. People valued that he couldn't help for nothing; if they helped, they would at least treat him to a meal.

You must give them plenty of face.

Otherwise, your family is really inconsiderate. If word gets out, who will come to help your family in the future?

This reflects the understanding and social graces of people who are well-mannered, rather than those who simply seek to take advantage of others.

Whether in the countryside or the city, some people who are particular about these things will naturally pay attention to them.

Of course, you can just ignore those who don't care; their reputation won't be good anyway.

Aunt Qi has returned from buying meat, but she only managed to buy one pound.

This still left many people in line dissatisfied.

Because many families had even fewer meat coupons, they could only get two ounces of meat.

Aunt Qi said she'd be making dumplings tonight and told him to come home early.

Yang Dalin didn't eat lunch at home because he wasn't full. So he called up Uncle Qi and they went to the train station to eat expensive meals that didn't require tickets.

When Yang Dalin returned home that night, he lay in bed, but he was too excited to fall asleep.

The system should be activated shortly after midnight.

Yang Dalin was so excited he couldn't sleep, wondering what kind of system he could get.

A system for making money like a tycoon?

Will it take me from the 1960s to the pinnacle of my life, surrounded by beautiful women?

Farm system?

So that I may have abundant resources to support the whole country?

Skill system?

Will it grant me countless skills, allowing me to roam freely across the world?

Or is it a cultivation system?

Let me travel through countless time and space, cultivate to become an immortal, and destroy the world?

Tossing and turning, with no phone to play with, Yang Dalin found these past few hours unbearable.

Yang Dalin was lost in thought and couldn't sleep well until the early hours of the morning.

A "ding" sounded in my mind, indicating that the system had been activated.

Yang Dalin's high hopes were dashed.

It's just a regular survival check-in system.

You receive a sign-in reward for every day you live in this world; you can sign in right after midnight every day.

Occasionally, you might get a special bonus for checking in; it all depends on luck.

The system also comes with a 100-meter-long, 100-meter-wide, and 100-meter-high storage space.

A million cubic meters of space is pretty good. You can store the rewards from signing in, and you can also put in inanimate objects that you touch or that are not connected to the ground.

For example, you can pluck a blade of grass and store it in your storage space.

It can't be attached to the land, but there's no limit on weight.

There is no ability to retrieve objects from a distance, no spiritual spring, no one-click planting farm, no marrow-cleansing and tendon-strengthening pills, and no martial arts master skills, etc.

Sigh, it's nothing special, but something is better than nothing, so be content.

Yang Dalin quickly signed in when he saw that he could sign in.

"Congratulations, host! You have received a critical hit reward for your first sign-in."

Ten catties of cotton, ten feet of cloth, and ten catties of pork belly.

Well, this is considered a critical hit reward. It's nowhere near as good as those growth-type systems or those systems with millions of acres of ranch next door.

Sigh, thinking about it, I should be content. Yang Dalin put the money and brass knuckles he had on him into his spatial storage.

My heart was pounding with excitement, and I spent a long time lost in thought before finally falling asleep around 2 or 3 a.m.

Yang Dalin woke up late that day.

It was Grandpa Qi who called him.

Although he hadn't slept for more than a few hours, Yang Dalin still felt quite energetic.

The main reason is that I rarely stay up late after coming into this world, get enough sleep, and have a young body.

I slept a few hours less yesterday, but it's not a big problem.

Keep working as usual. If you don't work and bring things back on your own, it will be hard to explain.

Yang Dalin knew that Yan Laokou, who lived across the street, was definitely keeping an eye on his house.

I heard that back in the day, a spy was reported just because he pooped differently from everyone else.

As a result, it was discovered.

There was also a spy who sneaked back to his hometown. He rode someone else's bicycle with the handlebars off for a while, and as a result, he was reported. It was found that he was the executioner who had killed martyrs in the mountain city.

This era is terrifying; it's better to keep a low profile.

Any tiny clue could be used to uncover something.

People these days have an extremely strong awareness of counter-espionage and counter-espionage; never underestimate the sensitivity of ordinary people.

So get to work and go out when you need to. Otherwise, if you stay cooped up at home all day, it's hard to explain how you can come up with anything good.

It was another busy afternoon.

Yang Dalin has probably finished absorbing the power pills recently, because he's been sweating less while working.

However, his appetite is now similar to that of an average adult, so it's not as noticeable anymore.

However, she still lacks oil and fat in her stomach, and compared to her previous life, her appetite is still quite large.

When Yang Dalin got home that night, he hid two pounds of pork belly in his bag.

He happened to have bought some for home today, so he hid it in his bag, wrapped it tightly in newspaper, and ate it together with the rest of the meal today, which wouldn't seem out of place.

He dared not take out all ten pounds of pork that he signed in today.

That's too many to explain.

When the meat was taken out, Aunt Qi was quite surprised: "Dalinzi, where did you get so much good meat?"

"Auntie, keep your voice down. I met this person at the train station. I didn't ask for a ticket; I bought it with money."

Aunt Qi told Qi Yanhua to quickly put the meat away and hurriedly asked, "How much is it per pound without a receipt?"

Yang Dalin had already prepared it before he arrived.

Nowadays, fine grain coupons are worth three yuan.

A pound of pork costs no more than five or six yuan on the black market, so saying three yuan isn't unreasonable, is it?

"Auntie, this meat was brought back from out of town by a railway policeman. I saved several children last time, so this is a small favor to him."

He did a good job and wanted to thank me, so he offered me a gift. I couldn't accept it, so I just gave him the cost price, three yuan per jin.

Qi Yulan had never been to the black market, but he had heard about the approximate prices of goods there.

It's only three yuan a pound, no ration coupons needed. It's much cheaper than the black market in Beijing.

She really got a great deal, but it was only six yuan for two pounds of meat, and she still felt a little bad about it.

With her salary of twenty-three yuan a month, she could only buy seven and a half jin of meat.

But Dalin meant well. He's so capable and always thinking of his family, so I couldn't discourage his kindness.

So Qi Yulan said, "Child, Auntie knows you're thinking about home, about your sister Yan and your little sister Xiaoning. But we just bought a pound of meat today, so we can't afford to spend money like that again. Because of your visit, our meals haven't decreased at all; in fact, they've gotten much better. We need to be more frugal from now on, understand?"