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

Eight alleys.

Father Xu looked unhappy, and He Daqing was eager to try. "You said Damao is in here?" "Yes, He Yuzhu is also in there." "What!!!"

He Daqing's eyebrows stood up.

Of course he knew the Eight Great Hutongs, and he had been there before he got together with the White Widow.

However, he can have sex with prostitutes, but his son cannot. "Do you know where it is?" asked Xu's father.

Yang Muzi said, "I've asked a friend about it. Come with me."

The two followed Yang Muzi and entered the dark alley, taking one step deep and one step shallow.

Under his leadership, they arrived at the gate of the courtyard where Xiao Cui lived. The door was ajar, and the three of them pushed it open and walked in.

The yard was quiet and a little scary.

Father Xu said warily, "Yang Muzi, you brought us here, not to trick us, right?"

Yang Muzi was unhappy: "What are you talking about? I saw that your child has taken a detour, so I want you to take good care of the child."

"Where are the people?" asked Xu's father.

"Silly Zhu, can you please hurry up?" "Almost, almost, right away, right away." "I'm so anxious."

“You deserve it…”

At this time, the voices of Xu Damao and He Yuzhu suddenly came from Xiao Cui's room.

The two old fathers' faces changed immediately. "You little bastard, you're looking for death!" Bang - He Daqing ran over and kicked Xiao Cui's door open in a rage.

Snapped--

He Daqing kicked the door open, and the scene inside the room made He Daqing and Xu's father furious.

The scene at this time was unbearable to watch

"Shazhu, I'm going to beat you to death!" "Da Mao, I'm going to break your legs!" He Daqing and Xu's father rushed over.

He Daqing grabbed He Yuzhu's arm.

Father Xu took two or three steps forward and slapped him, causing Xu Damao to spin three times on the spot.

"dad!"

"you……"

He Yuzhu and Xu Damao broke up on the spot.

They never expected that their old father would come here to catch them. "Rebellious son, I will beat you to death!"

"Little bastard, I'm going to break your legs!!!" Bang bang bang...

The two old fathers each grabbed their sons and beat them up again.

"Ouch, stop fighting, brothers, aren't you destroying my place?" Xiao Cui complained.

Yang Muzi frowned: "Put on your clothes first." "Hey hey hey!"

Xiao Cui quickly put on her clothes, while Xu Damao and He Yuzhu also hurriedly looked for clothes.

A moment later, Yang Muzi and others, accompanied by the disheveled Xu Damao and He Yuzhu, walked out of the Bada Hutong.

"Yang Muzi, you were the one who filed the complaint."

"hateful!"

He Yuzhu and Xu Damao looked at Yang Muzi angrily.

The two old fathers took action again, and the two men were honest. He Daqing said angrily: "Brother Yang did the right thing." "Not bad!"

Father Xu said angrily: "You two boys actually learned how to be a prostitute. If Muzi hadn't told us, your lives would have been ruined."

"Silly Zhu, why don't you thank Uncle Yang quickly." He Daqing grabbed He Yuzhu's ear.

Damn it!

He Yuzhu felt unwell all over.

If it weren't for Yang Muzi, he wouldn't have lost face like this. I have to thank him.

Pah—another slap came, making He Yuzhu's head buzz.

Under the pressure of his old father's authority, He Yuzhu admitted his mistake: "Uncle Yang, thank you."

"That's right!"

Yang Muzi said calmly, "I asked them to find you out with good intentions. You are still young and don't know how dangerous the world is. Nine out of ten women here have syphilis. If you get infected, you're doomed."

"Is this true?" He Yuzhu was a little flustered and very worried about contracting the disease.

Xu Damao disagreed: "We are happy to get sick, we don't need you to pretend."

Yang Muzi said indifferently: "I am a doctor, this is a kind of help."

"No need. Even if I am sick, I will never look for you!" Xu Damao said angrily.

Yang Muzi: "You said it yourself. If you were sick, I wouldn't treat you."

"Hmph!" Xu Damao snorted coldly and walked towards the courtyard angrily.

The next day. Shake it up.

"Ding Dong~~~ Congratulations to the host, you have acquired the chess skill." Chess skill?

The system is becoming less and less reliable. This skill is useless and I don’t like playing chess.

After get off work in the evening, He Yuzhu and Xu Damao met in the toilet. "Da Mao, I feel a little itchy, I am not sick." "Don't listen to Yang Muzi's threats, it will be fine."

Xu Damao was also a little panicked.

These days, he has been itching all over, and some small red bumps have appeared on his body.

Xu Damao also felt that he was sick, but it didn't seem serious, so he didn't take it seriously.

After dinner, the three old men played chess in the middle courtyard. Yang Pingxin watched with great interest. "Dad, I want to learn chess too."

"Baby, you'll be fine tomorrow. Dad will teach you. Go to bed first." "Then let's make a pinky promise."

"We'll make a promise and stick to it for a hundred years." Before going to bed at night, Yang Pingxin insisted on pestering Yang Muzi to teach her how to

.

Yang Muzi was stunned, and then he realized that the skills given by the system were for him to teach his daughter.

The next morning, Yang Muzi found a sandalwood chess set in the system space.

As a collector, he has all kinds of things. He has several chess sets and two sets of ivory chess, one large and one small.

The little girl learned very quickly. In ten minutes, she understood the chess rules of "horse moves in a day-like manner, chariot moves in a straight line, and cannon moves over mountains."

In one morning, the little girl had almost learned everything and got the hang of it quickly.

Three nights later.

He Yuzhu came to find Xu Damao quietly.

"Da Mao, I might really be sick." "What's wrong?" "Look!"

He Yuzhu rolled up his sleeves. His arms were covered with small red bumps that were extremely itchy. Some places were scratched until they bled.

Red bumps started to appear not only on the arms, but also on other parts of the body, including the chest, thighs, armpits, crotch, and even on Ding Ding.

"me too!"

Xu Damao rolled up his sleeves. His condition was more serious. Half of the skin on his arm was ulcerated and showed signs of inflammation.

"Ah, you are like this too, it's over, it's over, you must be sick."

"Silly, what should I do?"

"How would I know, bastard? It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gotten sick."

"I'm doing this for your own good." "Bah, I don't care!"

late at night.

He Daqing brought He Yuzhu to find Yang Muzi. "Brother Yang, you must save Shazhu." "What's wrong?"

"Shazhu is sick." "Look..."

As he spoke, He Daqing rolled up He Yuzhu's sleeves. Yang Muzi took a look and said, "This is syphilis." "It's really syphilis!"

He Yuzhu was horrified to death. He had heard that syphilis could be fatal.

Bang bang bang - He Daqing held He Yuzhu down and started beating him without saying a word.

"You little bastard, I'll teach you a lesson."

"I'll beat you to death!" "Dad, dad, dad, stop beating me, I know I was wrong."

After beating for two full minutes, He Daqing finally let out his anger. He educated his children with his fists, which was simple and rough.

He Daqing looked at Yang Muzi and asked worriedly, "Brother Yang, can this be cured?"

Yang Muzi nodded: "It's just a minor problem. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. Come and get it tomorrow. You will be fine after taking it for a week."

"Okay, okay, that's good!" "Why don't you thank Uncle Yang?" "Thank you, Uncle Yang."

The father and son then breathed a sigh of relief and left Yang Muzi's house with many thanks.

Before Huichuntang closed, he stockpiled some medicinal herbs in case of any eventuality. After it closed, all the herbs were packed and put into the system space.

The next day, Yang Muzi went out for a walk and gave the Chinese medicine to He Yuzhu when he came back.

A week later, He Yuzhu was fully recovered.

At night, Xu Damao dragged He Yuzhu into the toilet with a painful look on his face. "Silly Zhu, how is your illness?"

"It's all healed."

"I don't believe it." "Look!"

He Yuzhu rolled up his sleeves and saw that all the red bumps had disappeared.

The skin returned to its original state. "How is this possible?" Xu Damao's eyes widened.

Both of them were infected with the disease, but why was his condition getting worse while He Yuzhu's condition was getting better?

Is it because I went there so often that I got poisoned more deeply? "Let me see yours."

He Yuzhu lifted up Xu Damao's clothes and took a look. He was immediately disgusted. There were sores all over his body.

Some of the more serious wounds had already festered. "Shazhu, how did you get better?"

He Yuzhu: "Take the medicine Yang Muzi prescribed for me. You will be fine. Just go find him."

"I...Don't even think about asking me to go find him. Even if I die of illness, I will never go to him for treatment."

Xu Damao gritted his teeth. It wasn't that he didn't want to go, but he said before that he wouldn't go to Yang Muzi even if he was sick.

If he went to Yang Muzi now, he would definitely not treat him. He had offended him first. He knew Yang Muzi's revengeful character.

At the beginning, because Jia Dongxu said that he would rather feed our things to dogs than give them, Yang Muzi watched the Jia family starve and refused to lend them food coupons.

"Shazhu, do you still have the medicine you're taking?" "No." "Do you have a prescription?"

"No, the medicine was sent by Yang Muzi." "Uh..."

"Da Mao, go and apologize to Yang Muzi, maybe..." "Don't even think about asking me to apologize to him!" Xu Damao left angrily. Two days later.

Xu Damao was even more panicked. Dingding's wound was festering. He dared not hide it anymore and told his father about it.

Without saying anything, Xu's father brought Xu Damao to Yang Muzi's home. "Muzi, do you think the child's illness can be cured?"

"It can't be cured."

After taking a look at Xu Damao's condition, Yang Muzi shook his head.

"Why can't it be cured? You were the one who cured Shazhu, so why can't I cure him?" Xu Damao became angry.

"Sorry, I said it can't be cured and it means it can't be cured! Xueru, please get out!" Yang Muzi waved his hand and asked the father and son to leave.

Of course, a minor case of syphilis would not be a problem for Yang Muzi, but how could he be cured?

With Xu Damao's attitude, even if he died in front of him, Yang Muzi would never even look at him.

After a while, Xu's father came with Xu Damao.

"Muzi, no matter how wrong it is, it's all because Damao is ignorant. Please don't hold grudges against the little kid. Just show us."

0·Please give me flowers...

"Brother Muzi, I was wrong, please help me!"

The father and son kept kowtowing, attracting everyone in the yard. "What happened?"

"It is said that Xu Damao has a strange disease." "What disease?" "I don't know." "Mu Zi, too, why don't you treat him?"

"Lao Xu, please go back. I really can't cure your son's illness." Yang Muzi opened the door and waved for them to leave.

Father Xu begged, "Muzi, please save the child. You cured Shazhu's illness. He is the same as Shazhu. You can definitely cure him."