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

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. It's impossible that we can't get any extra supplies. Where did he get the meat?"

"He is being forced. He is not a human being." Everyone in the yard had red eyes.

Yang Muzi didn't care about that. He started to cook the meat.

For a moment, the whole yard was filled with the smell of meat.

The neighbors' stomachs growled with hunger, and they cursed loudly. "What the hell?"

"Eat the bastard to death." "Just wait, he will choke to death."

Everyone was hungry, but Yang Muzi was able to eat meat. Of course, the neighbors were not in a good mood.

On this day, the deaf old lady had been hungry all day and went to the Jia family to make a fuss in the evening.

After I got back, I was angry and hungry, and I fell ill.

On the third day, Qin Huairu's family was still starving, and more and more people were starving in the yard.

The families of the third and second uncles have been hungry for two days.

A day later, the grain store had a new rule that each household could purchase a maximum of five kilograms of flour.

In this way, the urgent need was solved, and everyone in the Jia family, including the people in the courtyard, received five pounds of flour and celery.

Qin Huairu made steamed buns with five pounds of flour and ate most of them in one morning.

At noon, Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu were hungry again. It was not until Jia Dongxu came back that the family had a full meal.

What was strange was that the deaf old lady didn't come to make trouble today. The Jia family members were so hungry that they were not in the mood to pay attention to the deaf old lady.

Another day passed.

The grain store provided each family with five kilograms of flour as usual, which was enough to provide relief, and the Jia family finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On that day, four pounds of the five pounds of flour were eaten, and there was still some left, enough to make a steamed bun.

Qin Huairu thought about it, took the only steamed bun, and went into the deaf old lady's room.

"Oh no! Come quickly, the old lady is cold." "Uncle One, Uncle Two, Uncle Three, the old lady is cold..."

"Huai Ru, what did you say?"

"The old lady is gone!" Qin Huairu cried. "What!"

"It was fine two days ago, why did it become... these two days..." "Hurry, hurry, go and take a look!" Everyone in the yard was alarmed.

Uncle One, Uncle Two, Uncle Three, He Daqing, Father Xu, Yang Muzi and others all walked towards the old lady's room.

Yang Muzi glanced at the deaf old lady on the bed, pretending to be scary and hideous, with her eyes wide open and full of unwillingness.

Auntie Yi cried: "Oh, the old lady must have died with her eyes open." "Old lady, how could she die like this?" "What a miserable life!"

"Rest in peace, old lady!" Many women in the hospital wiped away their tears.

Uncle Yi looked gloomy, glanced at Yang Muzi, and said, "Muzi, you are a doctor, come and take a look."

Uncle Er: "See how the old lady died."

Uncle Three: "Maybe she had some kind of fatal disease. She passed away so suddenly."

Yang Muzi went forward to check, pulled the quilt over to cover the deaf old lady's face, and said, "The old lady starved to death."

According to the original plot, the deaf old lady could live to be over 70 years old and died around years old.

If I die now, I will live ten years less than in the drama.

The reason was very simple. Yang Muzi occupied the deaf old lady's house, which made her mentally ill. In addition, she had nothing to eat during the famine, so the deaf old lady could not survive.

Of course, it was the deaf old lady who caused trouble for Yang Muzi in the first place, and she deserved what she got out of this situation, so she couldn't blame anyone else.

"Starved to death."

"Oh my old lady, why are you so miserable?" "Old lady, what kind of fate is this for you?" "Old lady, you left so suddenly, we were not prepared."

The neighbors in the yard spoke with tears in their voices, saying that no matter how hateful the deaf old lady had been before, the dead are the greatest.

Once a person dies, no one will investigate what happened in her life.

Uncle Yi looked at Qin Huairu and said unhappily, "Huairu, you usually deliver meals to the deaf old lady, how can you let her starve to death?"

Uncle Er accused: "Huai Ru, you are too careless."

Uncle San: "That's right, your two families are so close, why don't you take a closer look?"

Qin Huairu burst into tears: "Uncle One, Uncle Two, Uncle Three, our family hasn't eaten for a few days. I was so busy getting food these days that I forgot about the old lady."

"You all live in the same courtyard, so why do you blame me alone for the old lady's death?"

Everyone 770 fell silent upon hearing this.

Because the grain store was out of food, every household was starving, so no one would care about the life or death of an old lady with bound feet.

"Alright, alright." Uncle Er waved his hand and said, "Now that it has happened, stop blaming each other. What we need to do next is to hold a funeral for the old lady."

The third uncle thought for a moment and said, "The old lady has no children, so let's not make a big fuss. Just get a tattered mat..."

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Uncle Yi slammed the table and interrupted Uncle San's words: "No, what are you talking about? The old lady has suffered all her life, and she must be buried in a dignified manner no matter what."

"Not only should the old lady's funeral be held, but it should be a grand one, with the best coffin wood used for her."

The death of the deaf old lady had a profound impact on Uncle Yi.

He himself had no children, and the thought that in a few years he would die alone like the deaf old lady made him feel depressed.

I feel very uncomfortable.

Of course, this is only one aspect. Uncle Yi has other ideas.

"this…"

Upon hearing this, everyone stepped back.

A big wedding costs money. The old lady has no children, so who will pay for it? Now is a year of famine, and every household has to tighten their purse strings. Who would be willing to spend money on a dead person?

You know, a funeral will cost at least a hundred dollars. If you want to use a good coffin, it will cost more than two hundred dollars.

There are only about twenty households in the courtyard. If the cost is shared equally, each person will get ten yuan.

Wouldn't it be nice to use this money to buy expensive food?

"Master Yi, I don't think it's necessary. The old lady has no children, so we can just make do with whatever we have. A broken mat won't do. We can at least get a piece of coffin wood, even a cheaper one will do."

Uncle Er smiled bitterly, feeling a little distressed. The best longevity wood would easily cost more than a hundred yuan.

Even wealthy families would not be willing to give their parents such a good thing, let alone a deaf old lady as their neighbor.

"No!"

Uncle Yi said seriously, "The old lady is like my parents. No matter what, she must die peacefully. Don't worry, you don't have to pay for the funeral of the deaf old lady. I will cover all the expenses."

Um?

Yang Muzi was slightly stunned.

What Uncle Yi said is very benevolent and righteous, and he even treats the deaf old lady as his own parent. If you really think like that, the deaf old lady will starve to death.

Uncle Yi is not a really generous person, why would he pay for the funeral of the deaf old lady?

After thinking about it, Yang Muzi understood.

The reason is simple. The deaf old lady has another house under her name. Although the house is in Yang Muzi's name, no one knows it.

If Uncle Yi takes care of the deaf old lady's future generations, he can naturally inherit the old lady's house.

No matter how small this house is, it can still be sold for a few hundred dollars.

It actually doesn't take many years to hold a funeral for an old lady. There are two major items in a funeral: the first is the coffin, and the second is the banquet.

Food is a problem now, and holding a banquet is impossible, so Uncle Yi only needs to spend a hundred yuan to buy a good coffin.

This is a sure-fire deal.

"It has to be Uncle Yi." "Uncle Yi is very particular."

"Uncle Yi is really a man of vision." Everyone was delighted. Of course they were willing to pay for it.

It can be seen that most of the people present did not see Uncle Yi's intentions.

"Everyone, please applaud Uncle Yi. Since Uncle Yi is willing to pay, then the hard work will be left to us." Uncle Er took the lead in applauding, and people followed suit.

"Okay, since Uncle Yi has the money, let him pay." Uncle San's eyes flashed.

He saw what Uncle Yi was thinking, but he didn't say anything. Uncle San didn't have money, but if he had money, he would be willing to pay. Who wouldn't want to get a house for free?

Yang Muzi glanced at Qin Huairu. At this moment, Qin Huairu's face turned slightly pale and she subconsciously clutched the pockets of her clothes.

It seemed that she also saw what Uncle Yi was thinking, but she didn't say anything.

Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu realized it only later and didn't notice anything at all.

Uncle No. 1 glanced at everyone and sighed, "Since we can't get any extra supplies now, there's no need to hold the banquet. Uncle No. 3, go to Li's Coffin Shop and pick out the best coffin wood. This is 100 yuan."

"Hey, hey, hey. I'll go right away!" Uncle San took the money and left.

Uncle Yi continued, "Shazhu, Damao, Dongxu, today you are responsible for sorting out the old lady's belongings. I will ask Uncle Er to go to the factory to ask for leave for you later."

"it is good!"

"We're not going to work." "Don't worry, Uncle Er, we know what to do."

"Everyone else should go to work. Three days later, we will all take half a day off to see the old lady off together."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

When the deaf old lady was buried, some of her underwear were buried with her.

There were also some household items, all sorted out and placed in a corner of the room.

night.

Uncle Yi called everyone to a meeting of the whole hospital. "Thank you all for your help. Finally, the deaf old lady can be buried peacefully."

Uncle Yi said calmly, "The old lady passed away and left some things behind. Everyone, divide the things in the room. Whoever can use it can take it."

"Great!" "Go!" "I want to go too!"

Everyone ran into the deaf old lady's room, some carrying bowls, some carrying basins, and some carrying brooms.

Yang Muzi followed everyone in, went straight to the cupboard, and took out a black salt shaker.

He had seen all the belongings of the deaf old lady, and the most valuable one was this salt jar.

In fact, this is not a salt shaker, but an old pen holder made of porcelain.

A piece of blue and white porcelain from the Qianlong period could easily be sold for hundreds of thousands of dollars in later generations.

Seeing Yang Muzi coming out with the salt jar, Chen Xueru couldn't help but curl her lips. Her husband was having his old problem again.

Uncle Yi: "The old lady's things have been divided up. Now let's talk about the ownership of the deaf old lady's house."

Uncle Er stood up and said, "We have many children in our family, so the house should be given to me."

Uncle San: "Why? We have many children in our family, so if anyone wants to give it, it should be given to our family."

He Daqing said disdainfully: "One of you is in the backyard, and the other is in the front yard. The deaf old lady's house is in the middle yard. It will never be your turn. The house will be left to Sha Zhu."