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

Yang Muzi hummed a song and staggered into the courtyard. "Oh, I got a treasure, let me see it."

Uncle San came over to greet him. He had no classes in the afternoon and came back after having lunch at school.

"It's a music box. Where did it come from?" Uncle San's eyes lit up.

He had only heard of this thing but had never seen it. It was said that the principal of their school had one.

"A friend gave it to me." Yang Muzi smiled.

"Wow! What a good stuff, really a good stuff." Uncle San was extremely envious.

Nine out of ten people of this generation are drama fans.

Being able to listen to opera at home is definitely the dream of all opera fans.

"Oh, this is a movie box."

"Oh my god, Muzi has become very capable." "Where did he come from?"

"Muzi, I'll come to your house and listen when I have time."

A group of women came forward, all of them extremely envious.

For girls of that era, the music box was a legendary item, much more advanced than a bicycle.

"Muzi, come on, let's go to your house and listen!" "Okay!" Uncle San and others surrounded Yang Muzi and walked inside.

Passing by the central courtyard, Qin Huairu came out with a big belly, and her attention was also attracted.

"what is this?"

"You haven't seen it before, this is called a music box. You can listen to operas and the radio without leaving home." Uncle San was very proud, as if the music box belonged to him.

"Theatrical box." Qin Huairu said sourly.

Qin Huairu felt jealous and felt very uncomfortable.

She always thought that there was nothing wrong in marrying Jia Dongxu, but the facts repeatedly slapped her in the face.

I thought that since Yang Muzi had no job, he would definitely have to live a hard life in that era of material scarcity. However, he proved time and again with his strength that his family lived a hundred times better than the Jia family.

Yang Muzi is a street urchin, but he is also capable of ensuring that his family, young and old, will not go hungry. There are few men like him, not to mention the Siheyuan, even in the entire city.

Even the music box that she had never seen before was obtained by others.

Looking at Jia Dongxu, apart from knowing how to work in a factory, he can't get any supplies and has a terrible temper.

Compared with Yang Muzi, such a man should be strangled to death and hung on a tree.

Touching her belly, Qin Huairu sighed deeply.

With their second child about to be born, they were afraid that their family’s life would become even harder in this age of famine.

If I had married Yang Muzi, it would have been great. Yang Muzi would have had no trouble raising four children, let alone two.

Of course, this idea can only be thought of in the mind. Qin Huairu turned around and walked into the house.

Yang Muzi withdrew his gaze. Qin Huairu was pregnant again, and the little ungrateful boy Xiaodang was about to be born.

"Oldest, second oldest, third oldest, fourth oldest, look what Daddy has brought back." "Dad is back." "Dad, dad..." "Dad, give me a hug."

Four children came out, and Yang Pingxin flew up and jumped into Yang Muzi's arms.

Although he wanders around all day, he has a very good relationship with the children.

He loves children very much, and this radio is also for the children.

After all, children are growing up and need to learn knowledge, and they can get a lot of information from the radio.

In the eyes of the children, their father is a very capable man.

Because other people's children are hungry, tell them what they want to eat.

Dad, I will definitely get it the next day.

"Dad, what is this?" Yang Pingshun asked. Yang Muzi smiled and said, "It's called a radio." Yang Pingan nodded and said, "I know this, it's a music box."

Yang Pingxin: "Also called a chatterbox."

Yang Pingyi: "Dad, why is he called Chatterbox?"

Yang Muzi: "Because I can talk."

Yang Pingyi: "It's obviously a wooden box, why can it talk?"

"This is connected to the radio station. Once it receives the signal from the radio station, it can speak."

"Dad, what is a radio station?" "A radio station is a platform for transmitting signals." "What is a transmitting signal?" "Shut up!"

Yang Pingyi started asking a hundred thousand questions again, and Yang Muzi couldn't stand it, so he told him to shut up.

"Muzi, please play it for us." Uncle San was eager to listen. "Right now!"

Yang Muzi plugged in the power and the radio started playing.

I tuned into several channels and found one of them was playing Peking Opera, a selection from the Xipi Liushui section of "The Dragon and the Phoenix". The actors performing the opera were Cheng Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou.

The Beijing-style opera was played through the radio and spread throughout the courtyard.

"Who is singing?" "It's not singing, it's the singing box."

"Yang Muzi's opera box." "Oh, Yang Muzi has an opera box. Let's go and take a look."

More and more neighbors ran to the backyard, and Yang Muzi's house was soon surrounded by people.

Yang Muzi took a small stool, placed the radio at the door, and waved his hand: "Let's listen to it in the yard."

The neighbors all ran under the eaves to listen.

The eaves of the courtyard house are large enough so that it won’t get wet by the snow.

"Uncle San, please sit down and listen!" Yang Muzi took a small stool and invited Uncle San into the house.

He has many children in his family, and they will soon be of school age. He cannot afford to fall out with the third uncle at this time.

"Okay, okay, thank you Muzi." Uncle San was very proud and sat at the door listening to the opera.

The neighbors in the yard outside were so engrossed in listening that they didn't care where they were listening.

There was even no room left to squat under the eaves, so some people ran out to stand in the snow and listen.

Inside the room, the four children were also fascinated by the music and gathered around the radio excitedly.

The little terrier came, biting his fingers, and listened in the snow.

After a while, Banggeng's hands were shaking with cold, but he was reluctant to leave. He looked at Yang Ping'an and his sister who were listening to opera around the charcoal brazier in the room, and he was very envious.

Almost everyone in the three courtyards came.

Only Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu did not come. Their family had a grudge with Yang Muzi's family, so of course they were embarrassed to come.

However, Jia Zhang was leaning against the door, listening attentively with her ears pricked up.

After listening to the song, Jia Zhang curled her lips and said, "Huai Ru, where did this person go?"

Qin Huairu: "Everyone went to the backyard to listen to the opera."

Jia Zhang's triangular eyes flashed: "It's just a music box, what's so great about it? Let's buy one tomorrow."

"Mom, what should we buy it with?" Qin Huairu was speechless.

A radio is more expensive than a bicycle and is not as practical as a bicycle. They can't even afford a bicycle, let alone a radio.

Jia Zhang's words were nothing more than a way of speaking out of turn. "Where's the stick?"

"I don't know. The child was here just now. Could he have gone to the backyard to listen to the opera?"

"I'll go call him!"

When she heard that her grandson had also gone to the backyard, Jia Zhang was furious.

Walk into the backyard and take a look.

My goodness! Banggeng was shivering in the heavy snow, looking at the music box in Yang Muzi's house with shining eyes.

It was snowing heavily and Banggeng's cotton shoes were soaked.

"Bang Geng, you kid piss me off!"

Jia Zhang ran over and grabbed Bang Geng: "Come on, come home with me." "I don't want to go home, I want to listen to the opera box."

"What are you listening to? What's so good about a broken music box?" "Come with me."

"I won't leave!"

"Will you leave?"

"I won't leave. I want to listen to the opera box."

Banggeng sat on the ground and threw a tantrum. Jia Zhang was anxious.

Their family had a feud with Yang Muzi's family, and the child had to stay here to listen to the opera. Her biggest feeling was shame.

He felt that Banggeng was not ambitious enough and that his family's conditions were not as good as Yang Muzi's.

Bang bang bang~~~

Filled with shame and anger, Jia Zhang raised her hand and slapped Bang Geng a few times. She loved her grandson the most and had never laid a hand on Bang Geng. This showed how angry Jia Zhang was at the moment. "Wow~~~Wuwuwu~~~"

Bang Geng cried loudly, rolled around in the snow, and refused to get up. Papapapapa…

Jia Zhang became even more angry and beat Bang Geng's face until it turned red. "Oh, Jia, why do you beat the child?" "That's right, if the child likes to listen, let him listen."

"The stick is so small, what if it gets hurt?" the neighbors said one after another.

clap clap...

Jia Zhang fought even harder, and everyone's words were like adding fuel to the fire.

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me!" "Stop it!" "Quick, go call Huairu!"

The neighbors couldn't sit still anymore, and someone grabbed Jia Zhang.

"I just want to listen to the opera box. Grandma is bad, grandma is bad!" Banggeng cried so hard that the sky was dark.

"Mom, mom, mom, what are you doing?" Qin Huairu ran over and pulled the stick into her arms.

Bang Geng still made a fuss: "I want to listen to the opera box, Mom, buy me a opera box."

"Bang Geng, you..."

Qin Huairu's body is broken, what can she use to buy a theater box?

"Bang Geng, why are you such a troublesome kid? We don't have the money to buy a movie box."

"I don't care, I want it. Yang Ping'an's family has it, so why can't we afford it?"

"Bang Geng, stop it."

"Grandma is bad, mom is bad too, Yang Ping'an's dad bought a theater box, why didn't you buy one for me?"

Banggeng's words deeply hurt Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu. "Huairu, take him away, don't let him embarrass himself here." "Hey hey hey..."

The music box played for an entire afternoon. Only when Yang Muzi turned it off did the neighbors leave.

Had dinner.

Yang Ping pointed at the music box and said, "Dad, can we put this music box in our room?"

There are three sons and one daughter in Yang Muzi's family. Now, Yang Muzi and Chen Xueru live in the master bedroom, Yang Pingxin lives in a room by himself, and Yang Pingan lives in a room with Yang Pingshun and Yang Pingyi.

Yang Pingyi meant to put it in the three boys' room.

Yang Muzi looked at Yang Pingxin and saw that she was also looking at the radio with a longing look on her face.

"Pingxin, put it in your room."

Yang Pingxin was very sensible and knew to give in to his brother. He shook his head and said, "I don't want it. Put it in their room."

Yang Muzi smiled and said, "Just put it in Pingxin's room. You three are boys and don't know how to take care of things. What if you break it?"

"But..." Yang Pingyi wanted to say something but was stopped by the boss Yang Pingan.

Yang Ping'an winked: Brother, you are still young and don't understand Pingxin's status in the family.

“Thank you, Dad!”

Yang Pingxin kissed Yang Muzi. Chen Xueru said coquettishly: "You only know how to spoil your daughter."

Yang Muzi laughed: "Nonsense, I have three sons and only one daughter. If I don't love her, who else should I love? My daughter is my father's little cotton-padded jacket, right? Be fair."