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

"Let's go, I really can't cure it."

"Muzi, let me go in and save you. I have something to say to you." "Okay, you come in alone." "Hey hey hey!" Father Xu followed Yang Muzi into the house.

"No matter what, Muzi, you can't just stand by and watch someone die." After entering the house, Xu's father knelt down again.

"Mr. Xu, you get up first."

Yang Muzi explained: "Shazhu's disease is different from your son's. Shazhu's is in the early stage and the virus has not spread completely. Your son is in the late stage and the virus has spread throughout his body. I really can't do anything."

Hearing this, Father Xu took out a copper stove from his arms and put it on the table: "Muzi, I heard Damao say that you like this stove. As long as you treat Damao, this stove will be yours."

"this…"

Yang Muzi was moved.

It’s not that I like this stove very much. A cloisonné stove would only cost a few million in later times.

But Yang Muzi has an occupational disease. Even though the things in front of him cannot be obtained, he feels itchy in his heart.

"Lao Xu, I really can't cure you, please go away!" Yang Muzi finally shook his head.

It was not worth saving Xu Damao for a stove. Xu's father was silent.

He felt that Yang Muzi would not be able to cure Xu Damao's illness.

So he said, "Muzi, I will still give you this stove, but there is a condition."

"What conditions?"

"You are a doctor, tell me how to save Xu Damao, give me a clear answer."

Yang Muzi's heart moved, this is possible.

He thought for a moment and said, "The only solution now is to use penicillin. If you can get penicillin, maybe you can save him, but I can't guarantee it."

"Okay, okay, I understand!"

Putting down the stove, Father Xu took Xu Damao away. Yang Muzi took the copper stove and couldn't help but smile.

Penicillin could indeed cure Xu Damao's disease, but in those days, penicillin was very scarce, resulting in a very high price.

If Xu Damao's disease is to be cured, a large amount of penicillin is needed, which is enough to empty the Xu family's wealth.

Moreover, even with penicillin, it would take Xu Damao two or three years to recover, and he would not be allowed to have any contact with women during these years.

Whoever gets hit will be unlucky.

Xu Damao had suffered enough in the past few years. It wasn't that Yang Muzi was cruel, but Xu Damao was too annoying.

He is still young now and has no say in the Siheyuan. When Xu Damao grows up and gets married, he will be the number one bad guy in the Siheyuan.

Yang Muzi is not a kind-hearted person. If Xu's father had not given them the cloisonné copper furnace, Yang Muzi would not even have told them about using penicillin.

Time passes, it is summer 1957. Siheyuan is peaceful and harmonious.

The workers had a rare day off, so they gathered in groups of three or four to cool off in the shade of the trees at the entrance.

The children were running wildly in the alley.

The third and second uncles were playing chess under the gate of the front door, and Yang Pingxin was sitting next to the three uncles watching.

The little girl is already four years old, and she has grown into a pretty and lively girl.

Yang Pingxin is eloquent and smart, and everyone in the yard likes her.

Food rationing has been in place for more than a year, and people have gradually adapted to this life of tightening their belts.

And Yang Muzi is still the same as always, wandering around every now and then.

Now their family has enough food for six people, two adults and four children.

The four children eat more than each other. Yang Pingxin's appetite is about the same as that of an adult, and the three little boys eat more than adults.

After a long time, everyone in the yard was waiting to see Yang Muzi make a fool of himself.

They believed that Yang Muzi was rich and could get high-priced grain, high-priced meat and other unplanned supplies.

But no matter how rich their family is, there will come a time when the money runs out.

Disappointingly, this is not the case at all in Yang Muzi's family. They still spend money lavishly and eat lavishly.

Everyone in the yard was envious and waiting for the day when Yang Muzi's family would run out of money.

By that time, let’s see what he will do and how he will support a family of four children.

"Get out of here!"

Uncle Two and Uncle One were playing chess, while Uncle Three and Yang Pingxin were watching.

Uncle Er's car pulled directly to the second line of the other side's camp. Seeing this, Uncle San frowned slightly and said nothing.

Yang Pingxin spoke up: "Second Grandfather, you can't take this step, this is the horse's mouth."

When Uncle Er saw it, he realized it was Uncle Yi's horse mouth, so he quickly retreated.

Uncle Yi said dissatisfiedly: "Uncle Er, there is no regret in making a move. You are cheating."

Uncle Er: "You didn't say a word, Makou."

The third uncle looked at Yang Pingxin in surprise: "Pingxin, you also know the horse's mouth..."

Uncle Er and Uncle Yi also looked at Yang Pingxin at this time.

Yang Pingxin liked to watch them play chess. They always thought that Yang Pingxin was just watching the fun and joking. What could a four-year-old girl understand?

Yang Pingxin smiled and said, "Of course, I can play chess too." "You can play chess too!"

The three uncles were shocked at the same time, some of them couldn't believe what she said.

Uncle Yi: "Who taught you?" "My father." Yang Pingxin said proudly.

Uncle San was surprised: "Your father can also play chess, why haven't I heard of it before?"

Yang Pingxin said proudly: "Of course, my father is very good at playing chess."

Uncle Er smiled and said, "Girl, then tell me, who is better, us or your father?"

Yang Pingxin said innocently: "Of course my dad is the best. The three of you together are no match for my dad."

"Go! Go! Go."

"He brags at such a young age."

"We don't believe your father is that powerful."

The three uncles were all dissatisfied.

All three of them like playing chess and have been playing chess for half their lives.

Uncle Two and Uncle One are both similar in chess skills, but Uncle Three is the best.

In the entire Nanluoguxiang, Uncle San is second to none and no one dares to claim to be first.

Playing chess is all about calculations. When it comes to calculations, who can outsmart Uncle San? "I'm not bragging. My dad is just better than you guys." "This..."

Uncle Er and Uncle Yi both looked gloomy.

Children's words have no restraints, children's words have no restraints.

Uncle San smiled and said, "Then I'd like to learn from your father's chess skills."

After a while, Yang Muzi came back carrying a bird cage. "Muzi, I heard you can play chess, let's have a competition." "No, I'm a bad chess player, I don't dare to show off." Yang Muzi smiled.

To be honest, he really doesn't think highly of the chess skills of the three uncles.

So I don't want to play chess with them.

The third uncle's eyes moved and he teased, "Your girl boasted that your chess skills are much better than ours. Why, you don't dare to compete?"

Yang Muzi smiled bitterly: "Hey, Uncle San, Pingxin is still a child, how can you be so petty as to argue with a child?"

"I take the child's words seriously!"

Uncle Er spoke up: "What's the matter? Just tell me, do you dare to compete?"

"No, no, I'm busy today, let's do it another day." Yang Muzi waved his hand.

"Just play for a bit. Winning or losing doesn't matter. At worst, I'll let you ride with me."

Uncle Yi also spoke up.

The three old men realized that Yang Muzi could play chess, but he never asked them to play chess. What did this mean? It meant that he had no confidence.

It would be so interesting if I could surpass Yang Muzi in chess skills.

"I really can't come. I have something else to do." Yang Muzi declined.

Yang Pingxin said pitifully, "Dad, just play with them. I've told them you can play chess. If you don't play chess with them, I'll be embarrassed."

"You are absolutely right, girl." "You can't embarrass the girl." "You are not a good father if you don't play chess." "That's right."

Yang Muzi's face turned black, and he was talking nonsense.

"Okay, okay, since my daughter asked me to play, I'll play one game. It's agreed, just one game."

"Who's coming?" "I'll do it!"

Uncle Er volunteered, Uncle Yi sat aside, and Yang Muzi sat opposite Uncle Er.

The battle formation was quickly deployed.

"I'm the younger generation, I'll go first, and be the first to fire!" Yang Muzi fired directly. "Wait!"

A calculating light flashed in the eyes of the Third Master, and he said with a smile: "Why don't we add some spice to it?"

"Okay, this is fine." "I think it's okay!" Uncle One and Uncle Two nodded.

I finally caught Yang Muzi playing chess with him, so I have to win something from him.

Yang Muzi frowned: "This is not good." Uncle San: "Just tell me if you dare or not." "Okay, come on, what's the prize?"

Uncle San thought for a moment and said, "If you lose, each of you will get five pounds of meat for us."

Uncle San opened his mouth wide and asked for five pounds of meat. Five pounds per person, that is fifteen pounds. The expensive meat costs more than two yuan per pound, which is a month's salary for an ordinary worker.

"This is a bit too much." Yang Muzi spread his hands, looking innocent. "Just tell me if you dare or not?" Uncle Er said. Damn it! Can't you say anything else?

Yang Muzi was speechless: "Okay, okay, I lose, five pounds of meat each."

"Then let's start. It's my turn. The horse is ready to jump!" Uncle Er got on the horse directly. "Wait!"

Yang Muzi is not going to do it anymore. I lost five kilograms of meat, why didn't you tell me what to do if you lose?

"What if you lose?" "Uh..." "This..."

The three uncles were stunned at the same time, as if they had never thought about this question. They didn't believe that they would lose.

Uncle Er thought for a moment and said, "We definitely don't have any meat. Tell me what you want."

Yang Muzi looked at Uncle San and said, "Uncle San, I remember you have a five-dragon blue and white vase. If you lose, give me the blue and white vase."

He became interested. The three uncle's five-dragon blue and white vase was made during the Kangxi period and could be worth hundreds of thousands in the future.

After a moment of silence, Uncle Three said, "My bottle is an antique from the previous dynasty, and the minimum I can get is thirty. Let's be frank, if we really lose, Uncle One and Uncle Two, each of you will give me ten dollars."

Uncle San is quite calculating. No one will buy his bottle now. Even if someone does, it would only cost twenty yuan at most.

If Uncle One and Uncle Two each subsidize 10 yuan, they will not suffer any loss regardless of whether they win or lose.

"Okay! I agree." "I have no objection either!"

The two old men nodded at the same time. In their opinion, they would never lose.

"Then let's get started!"

"Wait!" Uncle San stretched out his hand to stop the two people who were about to play chess: "Muzi, words are not enough, let's make a written agreement, so that you won't deny your debt later."

"Yes, yes, yes, we must have a written agreement." "Uncle San is really thoughtful."

"Is this necessary?" Yang Muzi was speechless. "It must be written, wait!" Uncle San ran home and quickly brought back the banknotes.

After the document was signed, the four people signed their names and then started playing chess.