Me! The dark horse of the Siheyuan, my wife Chen Xueru

shake.

"Ding Dong~ Congratulations to the host for obtaining the super labor-inducing drug." Here it comes again.

Hearing the system's sound, Yang Muzi got up quickly, washed up quickly, and then moved all the things he had prepared for giving birth to the child onto the human-powered tricycle.

According to the previous experience, once the oxytocin arrives, it means that Chen Xueru is about to give birth.

"Brother Mu...what are you doing?" Chen Xueru was stunned. Yang Muzi scratched his head: "Shouldn't I give birth today?" "What baby?" Chen Xueru rolled her eyes at him. What the hell is wrong with him?

I didn’t feel anything when I gave birth, so how could he know? “Oh, Brother Mu, my stomach hurts. I might be giving birth…” Chen Xueru’s face suddenly changed slightly.

My man is really amazing. He actually knew that I was about to give birth.

“Go, go, go!”

After everything was packed up, Yang Muzi picked up Chen Xueru and put her on the tricycle.

"Sister Bai, please help me take care of Pingxin and Ping'an, let's go to the hospital." "Hey!"

Yang Muzi worked at full speed and pulled the tricycle to the hospital.

The second birth went even smoother than the first.

As soon as Chen Xueru arrived at the assigned ward, her cervix was fully dilated and the doctor quickly pushed her into the delivery room.

Three minutes later.

"Wa ...

After a while, the door of the delivery room was opened and Yang Muzi took the two children, ecstatic.

They didn't do any examination this time. They didn't expect Chen Xueru to be so awesome and she was pregnant with twins.

Both are boys.

Three boys and one girl, there will be four children in the family in the future, which will be lively enough.

It takes others more than ten years to give birth to four children, but Chen Xueru managed to have two children in three years.

This is good, raising the child early will save me the trouble. In the ward, Chen Xueru was also smiling. "Xueru, thank you!"

"What are you talking about? They are not my children. By the way, Brother Mu, these two are boys. Have you thought of names for them?"

Yang Muzi smiled and said, "I've decided. The third child will be named Yang Pingshun, and the fourth child will be named Yang Pingyi."

"Yang Pingshun, Yang Pingyi, what is the meaning of these names?" Chen Xueru asked curiously.

Yang Muzi: "Please connect our children's names together." Connect? Yang Pingan. Yang Pingxin. Yang Pingshun. Yang Pingyi.

Peace of mind and satisfaction.

"Don't worry, this is a good name!" Chen Xueru was delighted.

"Brother Mu, go find a red string. These two kids are exactly the same. Don't get them confused."

"Okay!" Yang Muzi found a red rope and tied it around the third brother's wrist.

Even if they are twins, there are still differences between them. I don’t have time to tell them apart now, so I’ll use a red rope to mark them first.

When I get home, I slowly look for the differences.

After the drip, Yang Muzi brought the mother and her two children back to the courtyard. It was only eleven o'clock.

"Oh, Xueru gave birth again, two big fat boys!" "Great, great, Muzi is so lucky."

"Come and see, this child has a nose and eyes."

"Go away, what are you talking about? A person without a nose and eyes is a monster." "- Exactly the same, twins again." "Xue Ru is so capable."

All the women in the yard gathered around and chattered. "Tsk, what's the big deal?" Jia Zhang said sourly.

Yang Muzi and Jia Dongxu got married on the same day.

They only have one child, but others already have four. 1Looking at Qin Huairu's belly, there is still no movement.

Jia Zhang was anxious, glared at Qin Huairu, and complained: "Look at you, she has four children."

"You can't blame me for this, it's your son's fault!" Qin Huairu curled her lips, feeling unhappy. She couldn't compare to Chen Xueru in terms of family background. She couldn't compare to Chen Xueru in terms of looks. In terms of hard work, Chen Xueru was no worse than her. In terms of having children, she couldn't compare to Chen Xueru.

In her life, she could only be crushed in front of Chen Xueru. "What are you talking about? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!" Jia Zhang glared.

snort!

No means no! Qin Huairu was unhappy but didn't dare to retort.

"Ping An, Ping Xin, now that you have a younger brother, you can no longer sleep with your parents. Now you two should live in the same room first, do you dare?"

"Dad, I..."

Yang Pingxin wiped her tears and didn't want to leave her parents, but she was very sensible and didn't make a fuss.

"What are you afraid of, Dad? I will protect my sister!" Yang Ping'an is very brave.

"My brother and I." Yang Pingxin burst into laughter.

"That's good kids. You two can live in the same room first, and then you can live separately when you grow up."

Chen Xueru touched the two children's heads and felt a little uncomfortable.

It is indeed a bit cruel to let children who are only over one year old live separately.

But there is no other way. Now that we have the third and fourth children, we can only let the eldest and second children suffer.

I just settled my children down and the New Year is coming here.

Yang Muzi prepared a lot of things, and the family spent the New Year happily.

After the Chinese New Year, some things changed quietly. A few days after the Chinese New Year, the workers went back to work. Yang Muzi was walking on the street carrying a bird cage.

In the alley, children were excitedly jumping rubber ropes, kicking balls, and rolling hoops.

The Chinese New Year has just passed, but the festive atmosphere has not yet faded away, and the smell of sulfur is everywhere.

The neighborhood committee's radio played "The East is Red". New slogans were posted on the walls along the road: "Unity is the key to success."

When one person is on duty, the whole family is honored.

Public-private partnerships benefit the country and the people. Socialism is good, and everyone has food to eat.

Yang Muzi passed by a steel rolling mill and heard the loud singing of the workers in the factory.

The singing voice floated to the wall, filled with a heart-stirring flavor. Yang Muzi heard a sense of strength from the singing voice. "If you feel bitter, think about the 25,000 troops of Chang Zheng." "If you feel tired, think about the senior Ge Ming."

"Unity is iron, unity is steel, and unity is the strength of our workers." "Come on, come on, work hard, we will catch up with Britain in three years and surpass the United States in five years." "If you don't work, I won't work, and we won't eat together." "You give me half a ton, I give me half a ton, and we will each get 1,000 kilograms."

It's going to change.

Yang Muzi yawned, and soon arrived at the overpass. The overpass, which was usually very busy, was unusually deserted. There were artists working on the street.

There are vendors selling snacks, buyers and sellers, people pushing carts and carrying loads.

It was as if he disappeared overnight.

Many people wearing red armbands are here to maintain order, and they will immediately drive away any vendors who come over.

The overpass, which had been popular for who knows how many years, has since declined and exists as a pigeon market.

Many years later, a little black fat man emerged and made the overpass popular again by telling crosstalk.

2

If you know Little Black Fatty, please chat in the comment section. This is a later story, so I won’t say more.

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"Uncle Yi, Uncle Yi, public-private partnership is coming. Public-private partnership is coming." Wang Jianguo excitedly ran into the yard from outside.

"What? Public-private partnership is about to begin. The days of capital are over." "Great, great, great! This is a celebration for all, and it makes people happy!"

“To hell with capital!”

The people in the yard were in an uproar.

After this period of preparation, the news of public-private partnership had already been known to everyone and spread throughout the streets and alleys.

Everyone knows that once public-private partnership is realized, business people will be in trouble.

All shops, restaurants, grain stores, oil and salt stores, and grocery stores were reorganized.

Some of the useless ones will be closed down, and the rest will be taken over by the government. All grocery stores will be converted into supply and marketing cooperatives.

Here I would like to focus on the supply and marketing cooperatives. The existence of supply and marketing cooperatives is equivalent to the fringe of urban and rural areas.

While providing supplies to city dwellers, they also purchase agricultural crops from the countryside.

Rural people sold their things and then bought various household supplies from the supply and marketing cooperatives.

Make the urban and rural integration closer.

Most of the people in the yard are workers, and Chen Xueru is the only one doing business.

So, at this moment, everyone in the yard pointed their spearheads at Chen Xueru.

Of course, it was not directed at Chen Xueru, but was discussing Chen Xueru's affairs. After all, public-private partnership had nothing to do with them, but only with Chen Xueru.

There is also Yang Muzi, but Yang Muzi had closed Huichuntang a long time ago, which was a bit surprising.

Seeing that everyone was discussing, He Yuzhu asked, "Uncle San, you are the most educated, can you tell me what public-private partnership is?"

"cough cough..."

Uncle San cleared his throat and said, "To put it bluntly, the so-called company joint venture means that the government does not allow private transactions, and all transactions of merchants must be handed over."

In the room, Yang Muzi frowned slightly. The third uncle only had a vague understanding of the public-private partnership and did not know the real inside story.

"Oh my! That's bad. What should Xueru do?"

"That's right. They have four children. Yang Muzi is idle and relies on Xueru's silk shop. If the silk shop becomes public, the Yang family will be finished. What will the children eat?"

"Xue Ru is going to be in trouble."

"It's pitiful. The Yang family is having a hard time." "Not to mention that they are having a hard time, they are still walking around with a bird cage on their shoulder today."

"He won't be able to walk around for a few days. He will soon know what suffering is in the world."

Neighbors were talking about it.

There are few people who truly sympathize with others, and there are many who just laugh at the joke. Listening to the discussions in the room, Chen Xueru frowned slightly.

She didn't care much about what the people in the yard thought, but it was true that her life would be difficult in the future.

After the New Year, news about public-private partnerships became more and more intense, and Chen Xueru's heart sank.

Chen Xueru looked around. The third and fourth brothers were asleep, while the eldest and second brothers were warming themselves around the charcoal brazier.

Yang Muzi sat in the rocking chair, squinting his eyes and shaking his toes.

Chen Xueru smiled knowingly. Her husband was really broad-minded, as if nothing had anything to do with him.

"Oh~~~" - Thinking of her own silk shop, Chen Xueru couldn't help but sigh.

"Xue Ru, the charcoal basin is cold, add some fruit charcoal!"

Chen Xueru stood up and said sadly, "Brother Mu, our family will have a hard time in the future. We have to make a lot of money by burning charcoal all the time."

Yang Muzi said indifferently: "What are you afraid of? We can still burn this little bit of charcoal. It's so cold, what if there's too much charcoal and the child gets frozen?"

"All right!"

Chen Xueru didn't say anything more. The man had more than two million in savings, and he was very wealthy. It seemed that whether he had a silk shop or not didn't have much impact on him.

Yang Muzi: "Xueru, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you don't have to worry about your silk shop. The government will help you manage it. You can just be a fashion designer in the future.

Just think of it as going to work and getting a fixed salary.

When you don’t want to do this anymore, come back and I’ll support you.” “Brother Mu, I understand!”

Chen Xueru rarely smiled.

The words "I will support you when you come back" made her feel that she had a strong backing.

With a man around, what is there to be afraid of?

She also understood what Yang Muzi meant. It was not worth worrying about such a small matter and she should just relax.

Chen Xueru stood up, took out the unburned charcoal, put it in another basin, and added new charcoal.

Then, carry the charcoal slag out the door and dump it out.