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

This is off topic, so I won’t say much about it.

All in all, most people in this era can still eat well and have enough food. Even families like Uncle Yi's eat fried dishes every day.

"Hard days are coming for everyone, Muzi, and you will suffer in the future." Jia Dongxu spoke with a hint of meaning.

All of a sudden.

Everyone's eyes turned to Yang Muzi.

"Yes, how will Yang Muzi live in the future?"

"They have the most children in their family. I heard that Yang Ping'an eats four steamed buns per meal."

"That's right, they used to eat meat every other day." "That's because they were rich, but now they can't afford it." People in the yard were talking about it. Yang Muzi became the focus of attention.

the reason is simple.

Yang Muzi's family is the richest in the courtyard, and they live the best life. Now that the food coupons are fixed, it's useless to be rich.

Isn’t he starving like the rest of us? No, his life is probably harder than everyone else’s.

There are no workers in his family. By the time the children grow up, a family of six will starve to death if they consume more than 100 kilograms of flour every month.

Thinking of this, everyone began to gloat over the other person's misfortune.

People are like this. Others ride horses, but I ride a donkey, and there are people carrying loads behind me.

No matter how unhappy their lives are, as long as there is someone living worse off than them, that is the greatest pleasure.

Yang Muzi used to be better than them, but suddenly he is not as good as them. This kind of plot, which starts with highs and ends with lows, is so sour and refreshing.

"Yes, our family will have a hard life in the future. Let me ask you here. If our family goes hungry in the future, please help us." Yang Muzi said with a bitter smile.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was no longer silent. Everyone doesn't have enough to eat, why should they help you? "Dongxu!"

Yang Muzi looked at Jia Dongxu. "What are you doing?"

"Your family has only one child, and there are also workers. From now on, your family will be the rich family in our courtyard."

"Of course, at least we won't starve!" Jia Dongxu was a little proud. "The Dongxu family is fine!"

"A family of three needs more than 100 kilograms of flour, there is no way they can finish it." "It's good to have fewer children." "I'm so jealous!"

Many people looked at Jia Dongxu with envy.

"Dongxu, if we don't have enough food in the future, you have to borrow some from us." Yang Muzi smiled awkwardly.

"Humph!"

Jia Dongxu sneered: "We can't even feed our dogs with all the food we have at home, and we won't lend it to you."

"Jia Dongxu, say it again!"

"We'll feed the leftovers to the dogs instead of lending them to you!" Jia Dongxu shouted.

Snapped--

Yang Muzi punched Jia Dongxu and sent him flying. He angrily said, "Listen, everyone. Is this human language?"

"Dongxu, what nonsense are you talking about?" "They are all neighbors." "You deserve to be beaten!"

Everyone started to criticize him. Jia Dongxu didn't dare to speak.

Yang Muzi did so many things, of course, it was intentional. Now that Jia Dongxu said this today, he will have an excuse to refuse if the Jia family asks him for help in the future.

Not much.

The three uncles brought everyone to the neighborhood committee.

Yang Muzi received his food ration book.

The palm-sized red booklet was similar to the marriage certificate of later generations. Their family had a very small quota.

Because the four children were too young, only the amount for two children was given.

Yang Muzi and Chen Xueru each weighed 27 kilograms of flour, and the four children weighed 40 kilograms in total.

The total weight was 94 kilograms, which was less than expected. In addition, the other supplies were only enough for four people.

All together, there were 94 catties of grain, 20 catties of flour, 2 catties of peanut oil, 2 catties of pork, 200 catties of coal, and a pack of matches...

There were various supplies here and there, but they were all very little.

If Yang Muzi hadn’t stockpiled so many supplies in advance, he really didn’t know how he would survive in the future.

Apart from anything else, ninety-four kilograms of white flour might not even be enough for Ping An and Ping Xin to eat.

The next day. "Shake it!"

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining god-level cooking skills." God-level cooking skills, that's not bad.

Yang Muzi smiled. Since Chen Xueru would have to go to work in the future, it would be nice for him to cook for the children occasionally at home.

After breakfast, Yang Muzi entrusted the child to Bai Yulan and followed Chen Xueru to the silk shop.

When they arrived at Dazhalan, Yang Muzi asked her to go in first and he entered as a customer.

After entering, Yang Muzi discovered that the clothes here had changed, and all the new styles of clothes were taken off the shelves.

Business is much quieter than before. Even the former employees have changed.

There are only four people in the silk shop now, Liao Yucheng, Chen Xueru, and two clerks, a man and a woman.

Chen Xueru's job was design. Now that she doesn't have design work anymore, she is just an idle person, mainly responsible for some technical art and literature, and doesn't have to come every day.

After Chen Xueru went in, neither she nor Liao Yucheng spoke to each other.

"Hurry up and move that to me." "And that piece of cloth, pick it up quickly."

"You, what are you standing there for? Hang up that piece of clothing!"

Liao Yucheng stood with his hands behind his back, acting like an official, and kept scolding the two shop assistants.

When Yang Muzi came over, he didn't look happy either. After watching for a while, Yang Muzi left the silk shop.

People like Liao Yucheng will get into trouble sooner or later, and there will be plenty of opportunities to deal with him.

Carrying the bird cage and strolling around, Yang Muzi took out a pound of pork belly from the system space while no one was around and walked into the courtyard with a swagger.

"Oh~ Muzi bought meat." "You really know how to enjoy life." "Eating meat again today!" The neighbors looked at Yang Muzi with weirder eyes than each other.

If it were in the past, no one would take it seriously, but it’s different now.

Food is rationed now, and Yang Muzi's family only has two kilograms of meat coupons. It's only the first day, and you only ate one kilogram of meat.

The days after that were unbearable. "Dad, Dad is back." "There's meat to eat!"

Four children came running over. Even though the third and fourth children were only eight or nine months old, they were already running around the yard just like the first and second children when they were little.

"Sister Bai, I will cook for you myself today!"

"Why!"

Bai Yulan looked at the piece of pork belly and was deeply worried. "Muzi, food will be rationed in the future, so you have to save it." "Got it!"

"Children, let's eat braised pork today." "Heat up the oil in a pan!!!" Sizzle~~~

The sound of fat being put into the pot, and soon the aroma of meat filled the yard.

"Eat, eat, eat until you die!"

"We've finished eating today, let's see what you're going to eat tomorrow!" "Let him do it!"

The neighbors were all gloating over Yang Muzi's misfortune, waiting to see him make a fool of himself in the future.

Soon, the braised pork was ready, with good color, aroma and taste.

There are all kinds of seasonings in Yang Muzi’s storage space, so the braised pork this time is very delicious.

When he came from outside, he brought a pound of pork belly. Fearing that the children would not have enough to eat, he actually made two pounds of braised pork.

"It's time for dinner." "Wow, it seems so." "It turns out Dad can cook!"

Yang Ping'an and Yang Pingxin carried small stools to the dining table, and Yang Muzi placed the two little ones on the baby dining chairs he had made himself.

The family started to eat. Chen Xueru didn't come back at noon, so Yang Muzi took the children to eat.

"Wow, Dad, the braised pork you make is ten thousand times more delicious than what Mom and Aunt Bai make."

"Yes, yes, it's so delicious." Yang Ping'an and Yang Pingxin were eating with their mouths full of oil. "Meat, meat, meat!" The two little guys also clamored for meat.

The children were still young, so Yang Muzi didn't dare let them eat too much and just fed them a little.

He ate a little himself, his cooking skills are truly god-level.

The braised pork I made myself tastes better than all the best food in my past and present lives combined.

Jia family.

"Meat, meat, I want to eat meat!" Little Stick cried while striking a match.

"Bang Geng, stop messing around. Where can we buy meat now?"

"Mom, Rourou, I want Rourou!" Banggeng cried and made a fuss.

Half of a box of matches was soon wasted.

"Oh my dear, food is rationed now, and we only have one match per month. We can't waste it like this."

Jia Zhang grabbed the matches.

Banggeng is a kid who has always had the problem of striking matches. He is the only child in the Jia family, so they don't take care of him much.

Fire color was not worth much money, and the Jia family doted on their child, so they just let him be.

It doesn’t work now. If I strike matches every day, a pack of matches will be wasted after a few days, and I will have no matches left.

"Wow! I want to row, I want to row! I want to row!" Banggeng cried loudly.

"Okay, okay, here you go, here you go!" Jia Zhang handed the half-box of matches to Bang Geng and couldn't help but complain, "Huai Ru, look at what Bang Geng has become because of you."

Qin Huairu's face turned bitter: "Mom, it was you who asked him to light the match."

"Can it be the same as before? I have to hide the matches and never let Banggeng see them again."

As she spoke, Jia Zhang placed the fire under her pillow together with the grain book and grain coupons.

"Meat, I want to eat meat, I want to eat meat!" After half a box of matches was burned out, Banggeng started to ask for meat again.

Qin Huairu scolded, "How can you be so ignorant, kid?" "Wow~~~ Grandma, grandma, mom is bad!" Banggeng cried even harder. "Be good, grandma's precious grandson, don't cry."

Jia Zhang quickly hugged Banggeng in her arms and said through gritted teeth, "How can you blame Banggeng for being ignorant? If you want to blame someone, blame Yang Muzi. If their family didn't eat meat, Banggeng wouldn't be so upset."

Qin Huairu nodded: "Mom, what do you think Yang Muzi is thinking? I heard that their family only has two pounds of meat. It's only the first day of this month, and he started eating meat. How can he survive in the future?"

While speaking, Qin Huairu felt somewhat fortunate that she did not marry Yang Muzi.

This man really doesn't know how to live. "Humph!"

Jia Zhang snorted coldly, her sinister triangular eyes gleaming with light: "It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. This kid has lived a good life for a few days and can't get used to the poor life.

Don't worry, he'll have it easy. This month has just begun, let's see how he gets through it."

"Um!"

Qin Huairu nodded secretly without saying anything.

She seemed to have seen that in a few days, Yang Muzi and Chen Xueru would eat only coarse food and several children would become pale and thin from hunger.

"By the way, Huairu, please pay attention. If Yang Muzi eats meat again, we should buy meat the day after they eat meat. We can also make their children jealous."