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

Yang Muzi wiped the words on the ground with his foot and was about to teach the next one. When he saw Uncle San coming, he quickly greeted him.

Today is Sunday and all the workers have gone to work, except Uncle San, who is a teacher and is not going to work.

"What's up?"

Uncle San smiled and said, "The one who doesn't collect the electricity bill is here. I'm telling you, don't go out."

"Why!"

As he was speaking, a man in tattered clothes walked into the backyard and collected electricity bills from door to door.

Yang Muzi knew this person, who was in charge of the electricians in the Nanluoguxiang area.

In these days, there is no one specifically collecting electricity bills, and electricians are responsible for everything.

Electricians nowadays wear very shabby clothes. There is a saying that describes electricians as beggars from a distance and beggars from up close, but in fact they are repairing electrical wires.

There were no cranes in those days, so electricians had to crawl when repairing electrical wires, so their clothes became tattered.

"Dad is going to pay the electricity bill, you guys review this word again." "Comrade Yang Muzi, right?" "Yes, come in and take a look."

The electrician checked every room and said, "There are five light bulbs in total, each is 40 watts, and the total cost is $1.50."

"Okay, here's the money." After paying the electricity bill, the electrician left.

In the 1950s and 1960s, the method of calculating electricity bills was simple and crude: check the light bulbs and charge according to the number of light bulbs.

A 15-watt light bulb costs 0.1 cent a month, a 25-watt light bulb costs 0.2 cents a month, and a 40-watt light bulb costs 0.3 cents a month.

Most people are reluctant to use 25-watt ones and prefer 15-watt ones.

Yang Muzi was a person of later generations and could not adapt to the dim yellow light of 15 watts, so he changed it to 40 watts, but still felt it was not bright enough.

By the 1970s, the method of collecting electricity bills was more advanced than this.

There will be an electricity bill in the community. You can tell how much electricity each household uses each month by just taking a look at the bill.

Of course, it is not much more advanced. The electricity bills are calculated manually by electricians. Without electricity meters, no one knows how they calculate how much electricity each household uses.

In the 1980s and 1990s, with the advent of electricity meters, the calculation of electricity charges became more precise.

However, there is also a huge loophole.

Not every household has an electricity meter. For example, in this courtyard house, there is only one electricity meter, and everyone shares the cost of electricity consumption.

You use more and I use less. Sometimes I get scolded by my neighbors for turning on the lights in the middle of the night, which leads to constant conflicts.

It was not until the late 1990s and early 2000s, when the government had more money, that it began to promote one meter per household.

Only when electricity is used can it be considered as a real formal use. Author: I don’t have any knowledge of water, these are all knowledge points….

"—5 cents, you use so much electricity in a month." Uncle San's eyes popped out.

"Is it more than one dollar and fifty cents?"

Yang Muzi scratched his head. As a person in later generations, in later generations, refrigerators, washing machines, televisions and computers, which household appliance does not require electricity bills?

Using a 40-watt light bulb for lighting, Yang Muzi felt that it was already very simple.

It is worth mentioning that when the deaf old lady lived in Yang Muzi's house, only the bedroom had a 15-watt light bulb, and the other three rooms had no electricity.

In order to save electricity, the old lady usually prepares her meals before dark.

After Yang Muzi moved in, he changed the wiring so that there was a light bulb in every room. He also installed a light bulb at the door. When the light bulb at the door was turned on, the entire backyard was bright.

Of course, Yang Muzi did this not to take care of his neighbors, but to make things convenient for his own children.

"You, you are such a spendthrift. That side room is obviously empty, why did you install a light bulb? Also, there's no need to wait at the door. Tsk, tsk, tsk, 40 watts, all 40 watts light bulbs. I really don't know what to say to you."

The third uncle kept shaking his head, looking very disappointed in himself.

Yang Muzi disagreed and said with a smile: "Uncle San, how much is your electricity bill per month?"

"-Mao!" Uncle San held up a finger. One mao.

Yang Muzi glared: "Uncle San, including the living room, your house has three rooms. How can you turn on one light bulb?"

Uncle San smiled proudly: "Your uncle's electrical wires are long, and the light bulbs can be brought to any room at any time if needed."

"this..."

Yang Muzi was speechless, and immediately he was full of admiration: "Third Master, you are sincere, and you are really good at calculating."

"Of course. You won't be poor if you have enough food and clothes, but you will be poor if you don't plan well. Boy, learn from me." The third uncle was even more proud.

"I can't learn from you." Yang Muzi smiled bitterly.

A 15-watt light bulb can be moved to the living room when cooking, to the child's room when coaxing the child, and then to your own room when the child is asleep.

I'm so free.

If he can’t find toilet paper after going to the bathroom, Uncle San will search the whole house with a light bulb.

Yang Muzi couldn't bear to think of that scene. "You, you my you, your you!"

On the other side, two people were drawing on the ground with branches while reading.

Yang Ping'an and Yang Pingxin were less than two years old, but they could actually learn to read. Uncle San was very surprised.

I leaned over to take a look.

"Peace and tranquility, this word is written wrong, it should be written like this." Uncle San said as he wrote the word 'you' on the ground with his finger.

Yang Pingxin pouted: "Third Grandpa, you are wrong, this is what Dad taught us."

"That's right, we are right!" Yang Pingan echoed. "Is this how you teach your children?"

Uncle San was angry. After all, he was a teacher and knew the importance of education.

In his opinion, it is better not to teach children to write incorrectly than to teach them not to write correctly. "Uncle San, we are just joking." Yang Muzi responded vaguely.

It is now 1955, and a simplified version of the text has been developed, but it has not yet been fully promoted. The simplified version of the text will not be fully promoted until 1956.

Therefore, even though Uncle San was a teacher, he did not know the simplified version of the text, and of course he thought that Yang Muzi had taught it wrong.

"Be safe, be calm, don't listen to your father, listen to your great uncle. He is a teacher, and this is how you should write your characters." The great uncle taught the two children how to write the old version of 'you'.

"If you don't want to learn, then don't learn!" "Dad is not wrong. My dad is right."

The two children were very stubborn. Uncle San was so angry that he glared at Yang Muzi and said, "Look, look, what have you taught your children to be like."

Yang Muzi spread his hands and said nothing.

By the time children go to school, it will be several years later. By then, the simplified version of Chinese characters will be popular, so of course they have to teach them the simplified version.

But, this kind of thing is not easy to explain to Uncle San.

"Okay, okay, I won't learn. Grandpa San Da is asking you, what else have you learned? Can you write it down for Grandpa San Da to see?"

"Um!"

The two children were very well-behaved. They read and wrote at the same time, and wrote dozens of words in one breath.

"Big, small, how much." Big, small, more, less...

The more Uncle San looked at it, the darker his face became. Most of the words that Yang Muzi taught him were wrong.

"Nonsense, nonsense, misleading young people, absolutely misleading young people."

Uncle San was so angry that he was shaking: "Look at you, it's ok to do it normally, but how can you teach your children like this? Tell me, what language are you teaching?"

"Don't be angry, Uncle San. From now on..."

"Your two children are extremely smart and have great potential, but you have ruined them in your hands. This is a crime!"

"Um... okay!" Yang Muzi spread his hands.

I didn't lose my temper with Uncle San. Even though he was angry, he really meant well.

"I'm furious!"

Uncle San threw his sleeves and went back to the front yard angrily.

The next morning, Uncle San came to the school, to the teacher's office at Red Star Primary School.

Principal Liu suddenly walked in and said, "I'll check everyone's homework later. Let's have a meeting."

"What meeting?"

Principal Liu smiled and said, "I have good news for you all. Our text has been revised. I have several revised text templates here. Each teacher can get one. Everyone should take some time to learn the revised text. When the textbooks for next year are all revised, they will all be used. Only when you have learned them can you teach students well. Everyone must study hard."

A copy of the handwritten revised text with translation was sent to each teacher present.

When Uncle San opened it, he was stunned. Some of the words seemed familiar.

"and many more!"

Uncle San quickly found the simplified version of your character, which was the same as the one Yang Muzi taught him.

How could this happen?

Uncle San looked for the words written by Yang Muzi's child, such as size, etc.

Only then did I realize that the characters Yang Muzi taught were actually simplified versions. "This..." Uncle San was stunned.

As a teacher, he didn't even know the simplified version of the text. I wonder where Yang Muzi got it from.

When he thought about Director Yang asking Yang Muzi to be the deputy director, Uncle San was thinking.

Of course, he didn't think that Yang Muzi was a time traveler from later times. He thought that he had obtained the simplified version of the text in advance from some channel.

If that's the case, Yang Muzi is not as simple as he seems.

"This kid, it seems I have to get closer to him in the future." Uncle Yi's eyes sparkled.

After this incident, Uncle San had a different idea about Yang Muzi. The idle Yang Muzi was just the Yang Muzi that everyone saw, and maybe he was pretending.

Uncle San thought Yang Muzi was not a simple person, but he had no intention of revealing it...

Yang Muzi prefers to keep a low profile and doesn't like to show off. If he tells this to others, it might make Yang Muzi unhappy.

Instead of doing that, it’s better to pretend you don’t know and just build a good relationship with him.

I have to say that Uncle San is a little smarter than those beasts in the courtyard.

During dinner in the evening.

Yang Ping'an ate four big white steamed buns, and even his daughter Yang Pingxin ate three steamed buns.

Seeing this, Yang Muzi couldn't help but frown. His child was different in every way, and his appetite was much bigger than other children.

It is absolutely unimaginable that a child under two years old eats more than adults.

Of course, Yang Muzi was not worried that the children would not have enough to eat, but that he was worried that the food he had stored was not enough.

"No, we still need to store food. If 200,000 catties is not enough, we can store 1 million catties."

Yang Muzi spoke secretly in his heart.

But we have to hurry. It is not summer yet. Food coupons will be distributed in August, and we will only have three months to purchase food.

"Muzi, Xueru." Bai Yulan walked in with an awkward expression. "Sister Bai, is there something wrong?" Yang Muzi asked with a smile. "Muzi, Xueru, can you talk to me for a moment?"

Yang Muzi waved his hand and said, "Ping An, Ping Xin, I have something to discuss with Aunt Bai, you two can go out and play for a while... Sister Bai, tell me what's the matter."

Bai Yulan said, "It's like this, Muzi, I will still help you with laundry, cooking and childcare, but you can't ask for money anymore."

Yang Muzi frowned: "Sister Bai, what do you mean?"