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

"A cannon to block the door!" "The horse jumps." "A pawn."

“…”

"Get out of here!"

“…..

Uncle Er was not paying attention, and Yang Muzi's chariot rushed to the other side. In a short while, Uncle Er was defeated. In the end, the chariot and horse were in check, and the chess piece was dead.

"This……"

Uncle Er was dumbfounded.

Uncles One and Three who were watching were also dumbfounded. Yang Muzi's level was better than they thought.

Yang Pingxin smiled happily: "I said you are no match for my father."

Nima!!!

The three uncles all looked gloomy.

Yang Muzi: "Uncle San, I won, you go get the vase."

The third uncle rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Muzi, according to our agreement, you will only win if you win us. It doesn't count if you only win against the second uncle."

Yang Muzi took a look at the document and saw that this was exactly what was written on it.

The document was written by the Third Uncle. He was cautious when writing it because he was afraid that the Second Uncle would lose, so he used the word "we".

Uncle San is really good at playing word games.

"Okay, Uncle San, you are good at scheming. Come on, who's next?"

"I come!"

Uncle Yi sat opposite Yang Muzi, and the two of them set up the chessboard and started fighting.

"A cannon to block the door!" "The horse jumps." "A pawn."

“…”

"Get out of here!"

"....

After a while, sweat appeared on Uncle Yi's forehead.

Yang Muzi used the same tactics he used against Er Daye to kill him, leaving him without any chance of defense.

“Checkmate!” “Dead chess.” “Lost again.” “This…”

Uncle One was annoyed. Uncle Three and Uncle Two were also very angry.

Only now did I realize that Yang Muzi's chess skills were definitely better than those of Uncle Yi and Uncle Er.

"Uncle San, it's your turn."

"Come on, I'll go first this time! Door-blocking cannon!"

After the chess pieces were placed, Uncle San came up and used the same move as Yang Muzi.

Take the path of others and leave them no way to go. This is what Uncle San was thinking at the moment. "Uncle San is too tall!"

"This is called giving someone a taste of their own medicine." "Hahaha, we're sure to win." "Go buy some meat later, kid."

Uncle One and Uncle Two were extremely excited.

They were still very confident in Uncle San's skills. The chess king of Nanluoguxiang was no joke. "The horse jumps." "Move the pawn." "Send the chariot..."

Seeing Uncle Three's car reach the other side, Uncle One and Uncle Two were overjoyed.

The third uncle looked calm.

That’s right, Uncle San was using Yang Muzi’s tactics, and now it was Yang Muzi’s turn to defend.

They were happy too early. Yang Muzi's defense was impeccable. The car moved in vain and got nothing.

By the time Uncle San reacted, Yang Muzi's horse had already crossed the river. "Get out of here!"

As soon as Yang Muzi's cart came out, he caught the legs of Uncle San's horse, then mounted the horse and ate the horse, while also eating the cannon at the same time.

The third uncle was suddenly thrown into confusion.

If the horse doesn't retreat, it will die. If it retreats, the enemy will eat the cannon. Once the cannon is gone, the advantage of the cannon will be gone. In desperation, Uncle San had to send the chariot back to defend. "Eat the horse!"

He used his horse to eat Uncle San's horse, and then jumped two steps to become a general. "It's over!"

The third uncle's face turned pale.

He had to move the old general away, and thus he no longer had any advantage. Yang Muzi used both his chariot and his horse to kill him without leaving a single piece of armor. Only the old general was left. The last two chariots were wrong.

"General!"

"No, no, this round doesn't count. I was careless. Let's play another one." The third uncle was extremely embarrassed.

Yang Muzi shook the receipt and said, "Uncle San, go get the bottle. I will admit defeat if I lose the bet."

"Hey Muzi, we were just playing for fun, why did you take it seriously?" The third uncle still wanted to cheat.

"I'm serious, Third Master. If you don't give me something, I'll use it to call a meeting of the entire hospital tonight."

"Okay, just give it to him."

Uncle One had a gloomy face and took out ten yuan. "Uncle Two?"

Yang Muzi looked at Uncle Er, and Uncle Er blushed. His family conditions were not as good as Uncle Yi's.

Ten dollars is equivalent to his ten days' salary, he can't bear to spend it.

Yang Muzi joked, "Uncle Er, you are the leader of our hospital. If you don't keep your word, you are not qualified to be Uncle Er."

"Who said I don't keep my word? It's just ten dollars, I'll give it to you."

Taking out ten yuan, Uncle Er's heart was bleeding. "Uncle San, it's your turn." "Boy, you are so cruel!"

Uncle San took the money and went home to get the Five Dragon Blue Vase. The vase was only twenty yuan, so he didn't lose anything, so he didn't feel bad about it.

However, as the chess king of Nanluoguxiang, he was very dissatisfied with losing to Yang Muzi.

"Muzi, let's play another round." Uncle San said with a licking smile. Yang Muzi: "What are you betting on this time?"

"No gambling, no gambling, just playing for fun." Uncle San didn't dare to gamble this time.

"That's so boring, I won't play!"

"you..."

Uncle San was anxious. If you lose in chess, you must win it back. Even if you know you are not your opponent, you still have to win. This is the mentality of people who lose in chess. "No, you guys play." "Why, are you scared?" Uncle San provoked.

Yang Muzi shook his head slightly: "To be honest, my three uncles, your chess skills are too rubbish. I don't want to play with you."

"you…"

The three uncles were so angry that they were shaking. What kind of words are these?

Even if we can't beat you, you don't have to insult me ​​like this. This is a personal attack.

"Boy, I think you are scared!" Uncle Er challenged.

Yang Muzi: "You can play chess with me, but I have a condition."

"What conditions?" the three uncles asked at the same time.

Yang Muzi pointed at Yang Pingxin and said, "If you beat her, I'll play with you guys." "Bah!"

"You are insulting me!"

"Yang Muzi, don't go too far." The three old men were so angry that they were shaking all over.

Asking them to play chess with a four-year-old girl, who are they looking down on? "Come or not, this is my condition." Yang Muzi shrugged and walked to the backyard. The three uncles looked at each other.

or?

The three of them looked at the innocent Yang Pingxin.

"Ping Xin girl, if Grandpa Er plays the next game with you, I won't bully you and will let you ride on the same carriage."

"Okay!"

Yang Pingxin played chess with Uncle Yi.

In the first game, Uncle Er gave up a car and ended up losing miserably.

In the second game, Uncle Er refused to give in and still suffered a crushing defeat.

In the third game, he lost miserably. Uncle Er was sweating profusely and couldn't hold his face.

He could still accept losing to Yang Muzi, but he couldn't accept that a four-year-old girl won three games in a row.

How could this happen? Is there something wrong with my brain? What is going on? Uncle Er lost so much that he is questioning his life.

"No, let's do it again!" Uncle Er blushed and insisted on going down again.

Uncle Yi said, "We have lost three games, you come down and I will play with her."

Next.

Uncle Yi and Yang Pingxin played three games, and lost all of them. Uncle Yi's face turned black.

At this time, they didn't dare to look down on Yang Pingxin. They realized that Yang Muzi asked Yang Pingxin to play chess for them, not to look down on them, but to respect them.

"What's going on in this little girl's mind? Come on, play a game with your third grandfather."

The third grandfather couldn't sit still any longer. He also played three games, and his face was just as pale.

Uncle San was so embarrassed that he was the chess king of Nanluoguxiang, but he actually lost to a four-year-old girl. He was clearly embarrassed.

"Girl, let's have another plate!" Uncle San is here.

"Three grandpas, no wonder my dad said you are all rubbish, it's really boring, I don't want to play anymore."

Yang Pingxin left with a happy heart.

Damn…

Watching her go away, the three old men all had high blood pressure. They no longer dared to talk about playing chess with Yang Muzi. You must be kidding. How can you have the nerve to play chess with her when you can't even beat her daughter?

In the blink of an eye, it was late autumn of 1958. A disaster was approaching, and the storm was about to come.

Grain production dropped by ten percentage points this year, and people all over the country smelled something unusual.

The food ration has not changed, but the prices of unplanned materials have quietly increased.

Take pork for example.

The expensive meat used to cost a little over two dollars per pound, but now it’s selling for around two and a half dollars.

As for grain, the rationed grain is controlled by the state and its price will definitely remain unchanged. However, the high-priced grain outside the plan has increased by nearly one-tenth.

Of course, it is 58 now, and we have not yet entered the truly difficult period.

The real three-year disaster lasted from 1959 to 1960. Even in 1961, the disaster had not been completely alleviated.

The office of the big leader.

At this time, the big boss was sitting at his desk, holding a stack of documents in his hands and looking at them carefully.

The big boss frowned more and more as he looked at it.

National disaster report: From January to August, drought hit a large area of ​​the country... Hebei, Shanxi, Shaanxi, Gansu, Qinghai, Sichuan, Yunnan, Guizhou in the southwest, and South China, Guangdong, Guizhou and other provinces and regions suffered serious disasters...

"The severe drought disaster is coming..." After putting down the documents, the leader couldn't help but think of Yang Muzi's words.

Looking at the report in front of him, what Yang Muzi said made him no longer have any doubts.

Fortunately, he had made some preparations beforehand, otherwise, he might not be able to hold on to his position as Minister of Food.

"Guards, prepare the car immediately."

—A car made in Russia came to the courtyard in a hurry. Tap-tap-tap…

Hearing the knock on the door, Chen Xueru opened the door and was startled: "Leader, why are you here? Come in, come in quickly."

The leader entered the room with his guards, took a quick look, and didn't see Yang Muzi: "Sister-in-law, where is Muzi?"

Chen Xueru: "I don't know. He went out early in the morning and probably won't be back until late. Why don't you go back first and wait for him to come. I'll ask him to find you."

"No, I'll just wait for him." "Hey."

The leader waited for a whole day. When night fell, Yang Muzi still hadn't returned.

"You haven't come back yet?"

"No, I'll go check the door."

Chen Xueru walked towards the gate with an anxious look on her face. She was really anxious.

Such a big leader has been waiting for a whole day, how can he not be anxious? When I got to the door, I saw that Yang Muzi had not come back yet.

Chen Xueru came back with a bitter face: "Leader, if you don't come back now, it will probably be after eleven o'clock, you see..."

"Wait, no matter how long you have to wait." The big boss said seriously. "Okay." Chen Xueru didn't know what to say.

She didn't understand why such a busy leader would waste a whole day just to wait for Yang Muzi.

Half past ten in the evening.

Yang Muzi carried the bird cage and staggered back to the courtyard. He had been exploring the Eight Great Hutongs for a long time.

The Eight Great Hutongs did not disappoint him either, and he bought nearly a thousand antiques of various kinds.

All his previous collections combined were not as much as what he got here.

It’s not that the collections in the Bada Hutongs are more than those outside, but that the objects here are densely packed. On average, every family has old objects, and it is easier to produce high-quality items.

Of course, the more things you buy, the more money you spend.

Over the past year, he spent money like water in the Bada Hutongs, spending hundreds of thousands of dollars.

His assets have shrunk severely, and he now has less than two million in cash.

Yang Muzi was very careful when doing these things.

It took a long time to complete, and before we knew it, we had already cleared out the Eight Great Hutongs.

There are two more areas for collection work.

The first opportunity was the year of great disaster.

In this day and age, many people in Beijing have things in their hands, but a large number of people know that the things they have will appreciate in value, so they will not sell them unless they encounter something extremely urgent.