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

At lunchtime, we had guests at home, so we didn't lock the door, just closed it. When the children outside crowded in, the door opened.

There was a big stick, a little pawn, and two little boys whose names Yang Dalin couldn't recall.

The children crowded together and all lay down on the ground.

Yang Dalin glanced at the food on the table, then quickly got up before Xiaoning could get up and helped the little ones to their feet.

They even asked, "Did you hurt yourself?"

The children were all dressed warmly, and even though the biggest stick in front was pinned to the ground, they were all unharmed.

The kids said they were all fine.

After helping the children up, Yang Dalin asked them, "Why aren't you eating at home? What are you doing at our house?"

The other two little boys were a bit embarrassed and didn't say anything. Xiao Dang grabbed the corner of Bang Geng's clothes and hid behind Bang Geng.

Banggeng stood up straight, patted the dirt off his sleeves, and said without hesitation, "Uncle Dalin, we were eating at home when we smelled the aroma from your house, and we couldn't eat anymore, so we came to your door to smell the aroma."

Yang Dalin opened the door a little wider, lifted the outer curtain, and saw several children standing in the middle of the courtyard.

He saw Zhao Xiaoyong hugging his younger sister, and two little girls standing with them.

After lowering the curtain and glancing at Banggeng, who was staring at the meat and vegetables on the table and constantly swallowing his saliva, Yang Dalin seemed to understand.

At this time, every family teaches their children not to go to other people's houses during mealtimes, and if they go to someone else's house to play and see that the other person is about to cook, they should leave immediately.

Someone like Bang Geng probably either came on their own initiative or was taught to do so by someone else.

You can say he's young and doesn't understand, or you can say he's a greedy child.

Now it's up to the Qi family to decide what to do.

You can kick them out, or you can give the children a bite; it all depends on the owner's preference.

Neighbors in this era were different from those in later generations. People often helped each other, and if someone cooked something delicious, they would share a bowl with their close neighbors.

Of course, when people make delicious food, there will be some return on their investment; it's rare for someone like Qin Huairu to only take and never give.

However, this whole incident ruined the mood of everyone at the Qi family table.

The relationship between the Jia family and the Qi family is not good.

Banggeng is not a little kid anymore; he's already in elementary school. He should be sensible by now.

None of the children behind him were older than him, so he seemed to be the leader of the gang.

Looking at the eyes of the children behind him, Yang Dalin knew that it would be too stingy not to give them some meat at this moment.

He could only apologize to Grandpa Qi and say, "Grandpa Qi, I'll give each of the children a piece of meat to eat."

After all, Uncle Qi was a guest today, and Yang Dalin was drinking with him. At this time, Yang Dalin didn't need to ask Aunt Qi; he could just tell Uncle Qi.

Grandpa Qi couldn't really say anything. He was just a guest, and the host wanted to give the leftover meat and vegetables to the children in the yard, so he could only nod in agreement.

Yang Dalin glanced at Aunt Qi, who nodded helplessly in agreement.

Yan Jie and Xiao Ning were looking at Bang Geng with strange eyes, it seemed they were uncomfortable with Bang Geng's arrival.

There were only a few pieces of beef left on the table, but a lot of pork head meat remained.

Yang Dalin carried the plate of pig's head meat to the door, and the eyes of several children were drawn to Yang Dalin's plate.

Yang Dalin also saw Banggeng's restless little hands.

However, he ultimately didn't dare to reach out and snatch it.

Yang Dalin glanced at them and said, "Come outside with me, Uncle will give you meat to eat."

Yang Dalin, carrying a plate, lifted the curtain, and several little ones came out of the room.

Yang Dalin stood at his door and waved to Zhao Xiaoyong and the others, saying, "Xiaoyong, you guys come too."

Zhao Xiaoyong and the others hesitated, so Yang Dalin called out again, "Xiaoyong, just a few of you can come here, come on over."

Zhao Xiaoyong and the others then walked over, feeling embarrassed.

Yang Dalin looked down at them and said, "You all line up, I'll give each of you a piece of pig's head, okay?"

"good……"

A group of children lined up instantly and stood in front of Yang Dalin.

At that moment, Yang Dalin was just about to give the number one stick a meat filling.

Suddenly, a child's figure appeared from the opposite side and quickly ran to the back of the line.

Yang Dalin looked closely and realized it was Yan Bugui's youngest daughter, Yan Jiedi.

Two heads peeked out from either side of the curtain, looking this way. Those were Yan Bugui's other two unfilial sons, Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang.

These two are also itching to make a move.

Yang Dalin laughed, "As expected of you, Yan Bugui."

In a ranking of shamelessness in Courtyard No. 95, Yang Dalin only dares to rank third; the first place will always belong to Yan Bugui.

As for the second one, isn't that Qin Huairu from the Jia family? She doesn't even count as Jia Zhangshi.

Too lazy to argue, Yang Dalin started serving the sliced ​​meat.

The pig's head meat was cut by Aunt Qi, and each piece was about the same size.

Yang Dalin first gave a piece to the Jia family's heir, and the boy even knew to say, "Thank you, Uncle Dalin."

Yang Dalin grunted an "Mmm," and with a forced smile, continued sending the next message.

Yang Dalin thought to himself, "Bang Geng, if I didn't think you were so young, I would have dealt with you if you were a few years older."

Consider this piece of meat as compensation from your uncle for disciplining you later.

The second one is Xiao Dang. Yang Dalin can only like Xiao Dang and Huaihua as they were when they were young. They grew up and were taught to be ungrateful by Qin Huairu. At this time, Yang Dalin can only pretend to be a good uncle and give her a piece of meat.

She also thanked Uncle Lin.

Next came two little boys, dressed in patched clothes, thin and frail. Yang Dalin didn't know their names, but they were both quite chubby.

Then it was Zhao Xiaoyong and the others' turn; they all knew to thank Uncle Lin.

Finally, it was Yan Jiedi's turn, and Yang Dalin didn't make things difficult for the child.

He also gave her a piece of meat, and Yan Jiedi echoed, "Thank you, Uncle Dalin."

Yang Dalin happily patted Yan Jiedi's little head.

He thought to himself, "That's right, you should call me that. Now your dad and I are of the same generation. It'll be easier to beat him next time. You're calling me uncle now, so your dad and I are of the same generation. I hope you don't feel sorry for your dad."

Hearing the commotion again, Yang Dalin looked at the other two rebellious sons from the Yan family who were rushing over: "What are you two doing here?"

Yan Jiekuang was a little embarrassed, but Yan Jiefang said matter-of-factly, "We also want to eat meat."

Yang Dalin held up a plate in one hand, blocking their view of what was inside, and said, "None of these kids are over ten years old. How old are you all? Yan Jiefang, I think I know you're the same age as me, right?"

Yan Jiefang blushed deeply, but his desire to eat meat overcame his reason: "So what if we're the same age? You can give them meat to eat, why can't we brothers eat it?"

Yang Dalin laughed. "You want to eat meat, right? Okay."

Yang Dalin said, "They all called me 'Uncle' just now. If you two call me 'Uncle,' I'll give it to you; otherwise, I won't."

People were already standing at their doorsteps watching Yang Dalin's outrageous antics.

In the courtyard, it's perfectly normal for Yang Dalin to call Jia Dongxu "brother" and Banggeng to call him "uncle".

It's perfectly reasonable for Zhao Xiaoyong's grandfather, Yang Dalin, to call him "Grandpa," and for Zhao Xiaoyong and his siblings to call Yang Dalin "Uncle."

The other children are still young, so it's not a big deal if they call the wrong name.

If Yan Jiefang were to shout, it would be a laughing stock.

Yan Jiefang looked at Yan Jiekuang.

The two men were unwilling to give up. They looked at each other and then, unexpectedly, they said in unison, "Uncle Lin, we want to eat meat too."

Holy crap, those words stunned the onlookers.

When it comes to shamelessness, the Yan family is number one.

Yang Dalin was happy again and said with a grin, "Good nephew, good nephew, it's a pity that there's no more meat on my plate. I'll invite you to eat next time I buy some meat."

Yang Dalin put the plate down so the two of them could see it clearly, and then showed it to the other neighbors.