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

This affects their own interests. When the houses were distributed, the state promised that as long as it did not violate major political principles, the house would belong to everyone.

"Everyone, be quiet!"

Uncle Yi waved his hand and looked at Aunt Zhang: "Aunt Zhang, please explain this matter clearly. The government has promised that individuals have the right to transfer and inherit. Your neighborhood committee has no right to interfere."

huh~~~

Aunt Zhang let out a long sigh and said, "Don't worry, everyone. I will definitely give you an explanation about the house. Please listen to my explanation first.

As you all know, the deaf old lady signed a divorce agreement with the old hero Liu, which was later discovered by the government and her house was confiscated.

She gave her house to Yang Muzi, but Yang Muzi did not give her his house.

The house she lived in belonged to Yang Muzi, and the two of them had a rental agreement.

The agreement stipulates that Yang Muzi's house will be provided to the deaf old lady for living, and after she dies, the house will be returned to Yang Muzi. At the same time, all the inheritance, as rent for the house, will also go to Yang Muzi. "

“This is impossible…” Qin Huairu was numb.

She worked hard to take care of the old lady for several years just to get the deaf old lady's house.

After all the trouble, it turned out that the house did not belong to the deaf old lady.

In other words, she was tricked by the deaf old lady. She clearly didn't have a house, but she signed an agreement to give herself the house. Isn't this a clear scam?

The deaf old lady's trick of getting something for nothing is really amazing.

She knew better than anyone that as long as she was alive, Qin Huairu would not take out the agreement.

Once she died, it would be impossible for Qin Huairu to settle the score with her.

Qin Huairu was in a miserable situation now. She had been scheming for several years, but in the end she had not succeeded in scheming against the deaf old lady.

Things have come to this point, and she has no idea what to do. She can't just dig her out.

"How could this happen?"

"Oh my God, the deaf old lady is such a bad person." "Qin Huairu is so unlucky." Listening to everyone's discussions, Uncle Yi's face changed again and again.

I thought I was about to get the house, but Qin Huairu took out the agreement instead.

Being tricked by Qin Huairu, Uncle Yi felt so helpless. But he didn't know that there is always someone stronger than the strong, and Qin Huairu was also tricked. The deaf old lady became the biggest winner. Everyone died, and he and Qin Huairu were tricked.

In this game, Uncle Yi feels like a clown no matter how he thinks about it.

"Aunt Zhang, this is an agreement signed by the deaf old lady herself. How could it be useless?" Qin Huairu said unwillingly.

Aunt Zhang smiled bitterly: "Huai Ru, you are confused. The house does not belong to the deaf old lady. What's the point of her signing the agreement? If I also sign an agreement to give your house to someone else, will it work?

The house belongs to Yang Muzi, and it will only work if Yang Muzi signs the agreement."

"I...Wow..."

Qin Huairu broke down and cried loudly. She had been getting up early and going to bed late to take care of the old lady in the past few years, sweeping the floor, cooking, making clothes and shoes, but all her work was in vain.

"We don't care. The old lady is taken care of by our family. The house must be given to us!" Jia Zhang was furious.

Jia Dongxu also shouted: "The house belongs to us. I will fight anyone with a gun to the death."

Aunt Zhang said disdainfully: "The house belongs to Yang Muzi. You can try to move in. As long as he reports it to the inspection team, you will be occupying it by force."

"You..." Jia Dongxu was speechless.

"Oh my God, I can't live anymore. You are bullying us, an orphan and a widow. Yang Muzi, you are not a human being, old thing. You have ruined our family. Old Jia, open your eyes..."

Jia Zhang sat on the ground and made a scene.

Aunt Zhang: "Stop making a fuss. It's useless.

Uncle San, go call Muzi and ask him to bring the property deed. " "Hey~~~"

Uncle San went to the backyard.

Soon Yang Muzi came yawning and followed Uncle San.

Aunt Zhang came forward and said with a smile: "Muzi, did you bring the property deed?" "Yes!"

Yang Muzi took out the property deed and showed it to everyone.

Sure enough, the deaf old lady’s house was under Yang Muzi’s name, and it also had the public seal.

This is a hard truth.

In addition to the property title, there is also a rental agreement signed with the deaf old lady.

Aunt Zhang glanced at the Jia family and asked, "What else do you have to say now?"

"Walk!"

Jia Zhang, with a sullen face, went home with her son and daughter-in-law. "Muzi, it's getting late, I should go home too." "Aunt Zhang, I'll see you off!"

After sending Aunt Zhang to the door, when I came back, there were only three old men left in the yard.

Uncle Yi frowned and said, "Muzi, the house is obviously yours, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Yang Muzi spread his hands and said, "The house was given to my mother more than ten years ago. What can I say?"

"You..." Uncle Yi was so angry that his teeth were itching. What he meant was that if he had known that the house was made of poplar wood, he would not have to spend money to buy longevity wood.

Just give the deaf old lady a broken mat and bury her.

Uncle Er was displeased: "Muzi, what you did was not fair. I gave you the deaf old lady's house, but you should pay for her funeral."

Yang Muzi smiled: "Uncle Er, you have a hole in your brain. First of all, the house is mine, not given to me by the deaf old lady. I have done my best by letting her live in it. Also, the little property of the deaf old lady is all mine. You divided it among me. What have I said?"

"You!!!" Uncle Er was furious, but he had nothing to say. "Hehehe!"

Uncle San smiled and said, "I say, Muzi, when everyone was discussing the deaf old lady's house, why didn't you stand up and say that the house was yours?"

Yang Muzi: "I said, whoever's name is on the house, it belongs to him." Damn!!!

The three uncles cracked at the same time.

After all this time, he was just watching the fun.

Just to see how many people are eyeing his house. In the end, the trump card is out, and everyone has to kneel. "You kid, this is so immoral!"

"That's right, worse than anyone else."

"He's full of bad intentions." The three old men went home angrily.

Winter soon arrived and the shortage became more serious.

The grain store was always empty, and almost everyone in the courtyard was in a semi-starved state.

Fortunately, most of the families in the Siheyuan work in the steel rolling mill.

I can eat breakfast and lunch at the factory, and save food at home, which can barely support my family.

Yang Muzi still brought meat home every few days, so the four children had enough to eat and they were all fat and white.

The people in the courtyard were hit by him time and time again and gradually became numb.

Everyone was confused as to how Yang Muzi managed to get the unplanned supplies in an age when everyone was starving.

some day.

Yang Muzi got up early, rode his bicycle, challenged the bird cage, and came to the overpass.

The overpass at this moment was extremely deserted, no longer the scene where tens of thousands of people gathered in the past.

In the past two years, the overpass became a black market and became a little prosperous.

Now, every family has no food, so the black market naturally cannot be opened.

The north wind was howling, and occasionally a few pedestrians in a hurry could be seen on the wide streets.

The pedestrians were pale and thin, and their faces looked sallow.

Across the street, a man wearing a general's woolen coat was walking towards them. The weather was very cold, and he had both hands in his sleeves. Yang Muzi's eyes were attracted.

You have to know that people who can afford to wear generals' clothes in this era are definitely not ordinary people. They all have military officers in their families.

Even in the 1970s, many people were proud to have a general's coat at home. Most people would not wear it even if they had one. They would only wear it when attending parties or meetings to show off.

"It's him, Cheng Dieyi!" Yang Muzi felt relieved after seeing who it was.

Cheng Dieyi was a superstar of this era, so it was not surprising that he had a general title.

At this moment, Cheng Dieyi no longer had his former charm, and like most passers-by, he had a pale face.

There is no doubt that he was hungry.

These days food is distributed according to population. No matter how big a star you are, it’s of no use. Your share of food will not be as much as that of an ordinary worker.

"Brother Muzi, it's you!"

Seeing Yang Muzi's ecstasy, he quickened his pace and walked away. "Brother Muzi, help me!" "Brother, what are you doing?" "Brother Muzi, I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"

Yang Muzi was somewhat speechless. A superstar like Cheng Dieyi would have been absolutely dazzling in the future, but in this era, he was starving like an ordinary person. It was a bit tragic to say the least.

"Oh, you are a big shot, how can you go hungry?" Yang Muzi joked.

Cheng Dieyi smiled bitterly: "No matter how big an actor is, he will be afraid of going hungry. Nowadays, food is rationed, and actors have to practice hard, so how can that little food be enough to eat? Brother Yang, please don't make fun of me.

I haven't eaten for two days. If you have enough, please give me a bite."

"The singer knows how to talk. Here!"

Yang Muzi took out a piece of roasted sweet potato from his arms and handed it to Cheng Dieyi. In the snow, the roasted sweet potato was emitting white smoke and steaming. "Oh, thank you."

Cheng Dieyi took the sweet potato, held it in his arms and started eating it in the street without any image.

Yang Muzi couldn't help but be surprised. Would the big stars and young stars of the future look like this if they were hungry for two days?

You know, before the founding of the country, Cheng Dieyi lived a very particular life, and his favorite food was braised pig intestines.

After the opera in the evening, I took a tricycle to Xuanwu District to eat Xiaochangchen’s braised pig intestines.

At that time, if you gave him a sweet potato, you'd be lucky if he didn't hit you in the face.

Cheng Dieyi ate voraciously, his mouth full of black food, even swallowing the sweet potato skins, and he looked really hungry.

"Any more?"

After eating the sweet potatoes, Cheng Dieyi looked at Yang Muzi with hope. Yang Muzi reached into his arms and took out a big-eyed steamed bread. "Give it to me!" Cheng Dieyi's eyes lit up and he rushed towards the steamed bread. Steamed bread is made of mixed flour, but it is also a staple food, and it is better than sweet potatoes to hold back hunger. "Wait~~~"

Yang Muzi waved his hand and Cheng Dieyi missed.

"Brother Cheng, you can eat steamed bread, but I have a condition." "What condition?"

Yang Muzi: "I heard that you have a lot of treasures in your hands. Let me take you there."

"this….."

Cheng Dieyi hesitated.

As a collector, collecting my own treasures is like looking after my son.

It's a treasure. Most people can't even think about seeing it.