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

Xu's father and mother looked confused. They didn't know that Xu Damao had asked Lou Xiao'e to watch a movie.

Aunt Wang pointed at Xu Damao and scolded him, "What did you say to them, kid? We were all on good terms, but Lou Xiao'e doesn't agree anymore."

"Da Mao, what happened?" Father and Mother Xu were anxious.

Xu Damao lowered his head and told the story of the date, but he gave a different version of the story.

The two met and watched a movie, but Lou Xiao'e didn't like him in the end.

"Humph!"

Aunt Wang said unhappily, "You two met for the first time and she was very satisfied. How come you became unhappy after chatting? It must be because you don't know how to talk and you offended her."

"I...."

Xu Damao felt extremely depressed.

The first person he fell in love with was not me, but Yang Muzi. There was no way to say this, Xu Damao had a hard time. "Oh, what should I do?" Xu's mother was about to cry.

Father Xu frowned and said, "What else can we do? Let's find another one. Aunt Wang, can you help Damao find another one?"

"That's all."

"Let me think about it... By the way, I have a distant niece who is from the countryside. She is 28 this year. I hope you don't mind."

"Twenty-eight..."

Xu's father and mother hesitated. In this era, girls were married at 17 or 18. If they stayed until 28, there must be something wrong.

"Twenty-eight years old... and still a country girl."

Xu Damao curled his lips. This girl was quite different from his first blind date, Lou Xiaoe.

Aunt Wang was unhappy: "What's wrong with being a country boy? Let me tell you. His father is the secretary of the commune, and his family conditions are no worse than those of the city people.

Moreover, they said that as long as the girl can marry into the city, they will not ask for a single cent of betrothal gift, and will even give her a second-hand bicycle as a gift."

"Yeah?"

The Xu family's eyes lit up.

Not only does she not ask for a dowry, she also gives away a bicycle.

A used bicycle is still a bicycle.

"Today, I'm going to say this: my niece is looking for

There is no other one like it, it is first-rate. But it also has a small disadvantage, that is, it is taller when it grows up. ~"

"It's better to be taller. It's easier to raise children." Mother Xu nodded with a smile.

Xu Damao: "Auntie Wang, what's the girl's name?" "Wang Dana."

"Oh, this is a good name, it sounds strong." Xu's mother was even more satisfied. Xu's father lit a cigarette and said, "Auntie Wang, please bring the child here when you have time so that we can meet him."

"I'm going to the countryside tomorrow morning, and we'll meet in the afternoon." "Hey, hey, hey!"

The next morning, Cheng Dieyi arrived.

"Brother Cheng, something's up."

"Well, there's a trade fair?" Cheng Dieyi lowered his voice. Trade fair.

Yang Muzi was stunned. In that era, buying and selling were not allowed and trading was illegal. The transaction he was talking about must be a private transaction, a secretive one.

"What kind of deal?"

"Some people are willing to exchange their collections for food. This is a trade fair initiated by some collectors."

"Oh?" Yang Muzi raised his eyebrows and became interested.

The famine has lasted for three years, and I have never heard of any Tibetan friend willing to exchange his treasures for food.

Now is the most difficult period, and finally some people can't bear it anymore.

You have to know that the Qing Dynasty had just fallen a few decades ago, and at that time, there were many descendants of princes, nobles and the Eight Banners in the old city.

There are also some old tycoons from the Republic of China period, and the truly valuable items are in the hands of these people.

The circle of Tibetan friends in the old city consists of these people.

Although Yang Muzi has been collecting, he has not had much contact with real collectors.

He has been collecting things from the public and never shows off. It is normal that he has not entered the collecting circle in Beijing.

However, Yang Muzi knows all the collectors in Beijing very well.

In the old city of Beijing, there are two most powerful collectors. One of them is Mr. Guan, the governor of the Nine Gates.

The other one is the Broken Marquis.

Mr. Guan, the governor of the Nine Gates, was the shopkeeper of a pawn shop during the Republic of China period. He was first-rate in vision, knowledge, and talent, and was considered the best in the city.

Polan Hou is not a simple man either. It is said that his ancestors were princes in the Qing Dynasty. He came from a wealthy family and had seen many things since he was a child. He was also interested in this area. He was also instructed by famous masters.

The rag-and-bone Marquis, whose family had fallen into poverty, pretended to be a beggar and collected items everywhere. So he got the nickname: the rag-and-bone Marquis. People in the know respectfully called him the Marquis.

These two people are characters in the drama "Under Zhengyang Gate".

The Nine Gates Commander was Han Chunming's master. In his later years, the Broken Marquis also became a close friend of Han Chunming. Speaking of the two of them, we have to mention Han Chunming.

He was just an ordinary resident of a courtyard house in Qianmen. He was smart and fond of antiques since he was a child. He had a great talent for antiques and was noticed by Master Guan and accepted as a disciple.

Han Chunming started collecting in the late 1960s and had been in the business for more than a decade. By the time of the reform and opening up, he had become a famous collector. In his eyes, he was no less skilled than the Nine-Gate Commander Guan.

However, Han Chunming is a junior and should be about the same age as Yang Pingshun.

At that time, he was just a few years old and not worth mentioning.

"Brother Cheng, who is hosting the trade fair this time?" Yang Muzi asked. "The Broken Marquis."

It's him.

Yang Muzi frowned. It was a pity that the Nine Gates Admiral didn't come. "Are you going?" Cheng Dieyi asked. "Time and place."

"I knew you were interested. Tonight at midnight, in Xizhimen, ** Courtyard."

Yang Muzi: "What do I need to bring?"

"It's best to bring some food if you have it. Also, take something presentable."

"I understand." Yang Muzi nodded. The main purpose of the trade fair is to exchange collections for food.

But as a top circle of collectors in Beijing, they have to show off even if they are hungry.

Whoever comes up with something good will definitely get face.

I was brought there by Cheng Dieyi, and if I don't take out something good to calm the situation, Cheng Dieyi will lose face.

"We'll meet at Xizhimen at 10pm." "Okay, bye!"

As soon as Cheng Dieyi left, his daughter Yang Pingxin's crying could be heard from the next room. "Dad, dad, come quickly, wuwuwu..." "What's wrong, baby?"

Yang Muzi rushed over and hugged Yang Pingxin in his arms. In addition to Yang Pingxin, there was also Yang Pingyi in the room.

"Dad, the fourth child went too far. He took our radio apart."

"Forehead….."

Yang Muzi couldn't help but feel a headache after taking a look.

I saw Yang Pingyi holding a screwdriver in one hand and a radio circuit board in the other, and I didn't know what he was studying.

A good radio turned into a pile of parts in his hands.

"Fourth child, why did you dismantle the radio?" Yang Muzi's voice was stern, but he did not hit the child. He knew that Yang Pingyi liked to tinker with these things. It was his hobby and also his talent.

We must not kill a child’s talent in the cradle.

Yang Pingyi said with a bitter face: "Dad, I just want to see why the radio can make sounds?"

"Wow~~~"

Yang Pingxin cried even more miserably: "It's fine now, there's no sound at all, I still want to listen to the story, wuwuwu..."

"Okay, stop crying. It's just a movie box. Dad will make you another one in a few days."

"Really, thank you, Dad." Yang Pingxin burst into tears and smiled.

Yang Muzi looked at Yang Pingyi and said with a smile: "Study these parts carefully. When you get the new radio, you can't take it apart again."

"I understand, Dad!" Yang Pingyi stuck out his tongue and nodded obediently.

Because he was waiting for the trade fair in the evening, Yang Muzi didn't go out all day.

After lunch, Yang Muzi basked in the sun in the yard.

At this time, Aunt Wang came in with a burly, stocky girl.

The girl’s face plate was the same size as a small iron pot, big and black.

A pair of inverted eyebrows, intimidating without even being angry, and a strong sense of oppression coming towards him from a distance.

Neighbors backed off.

Yang Muzi quickly stood up and straightened his back. His net height was 1.85 meters, and nearly 1.9 meters with shoes on.

This girl is actually as tall as him.

"Good guy."

Yang Muzi was secretly surprised. In ancient times, he would definitely be a fierce general. The girl followed Aunt Wang and entered Xu Damao's house. "Hey! Who is this?"

"I heard that it was Aunt Wang who introduced Xu Damao to this match."

"Xu Damao's opponent? Wow, this girl is really strong." "Strong, her arms are thicker than my thighs."

"Don't marry her to our courtyard. With her figure, ordinary animals can't beat her."

The neighbors were talking about it. Yang Muzi was relieved when he heard it.

Xu Damao is on another blind date, which means his relationship with Lou Xiaoe is over.

The plot has changed and it is impossible for him to be with Lou Xiao'e.

"Oh, good, good, this girl is really nice!" "Not bad, not bad!"

Father and Mother Xu were very satisfied. Their faces were filled with joy. They were so satisfied with their daughter-in-law.

The way parents look at their daughter-in-law is definitely for the next generation. With Wang Dana's physique, if she gives birth to a son, he will definitely be extraordinary. Nima!!!

Xu Damao cracked.

What Aunt Wang said was right, this girl is truly first-rate. Not to mention the surrounding area, I guess there’s no one else like her in the entire city.

"Are you satisfied?" Aunt Wang smiled. Father Xu: "Satisfied, satisfied."

Xu's mother: "Auntie Wang, this marriage is settled." Wait...

Xu Damao became anxious and was about to sit up to speak, but was frightened by Wang Dana's murderous look and sat back down.

"Dana, what do you think?" "I will listen to my aunt."

Wang Dana opened his mouth with a voice so deafening that it shook the house to the ground.

"Then we're all set. Go to the neighborhood committee tomorrow and complete the formalities. Now is a year of famine, so there's no need to hold a banquet. In the evening, prepare some wedding candies and share them with the neighbors in the yard."

"Okay, it's up to you."

"Dana, let's go first and come back tomorrow." After Wang Dana left, Xu Damao cried.

Compared with Lou Xiao'e, this girl is like heaven and earth. She is much more imposing than Lou Xiao'e, and he trembles when she glares at him.

at dusk.

Xu's parents took Xu Damao to hand out wedding candies door to door. Yang Muzi's four children were given two candies each. Xu's parents were overjoyed, but Xu Damao was worried.

"The East is Red, the Sun is Rising..."

Suddenly, The East is Red started playing in the next room. "Wow, the radio is working again." "Old Four is amazing." "Old Four, how did you do that?"

Hearing the children's cheers, Yang Muzi walked into Yang Pingxin's room.

The radio on the table was intact. "What's going on?" Yang Muzi was dumbfounded.

In the morning, the radio was still a pile of parts, but now it's working again. Could I have seen it wrong?