Siheyuan: The opening earthquake of stealing and replacing pillars

Regarding the definition of genius, Edison once said that genius is 99 parts sweat plus 1 part inspiration. According to this theory, the third uncle felt that He Yuzhu was just taking advantage of others. He was such a fool and he didn't know what kind of luck he had. He got benefits one after another. First, he was promoted to canteen director, then he married a beautiful wife, and then he was admitted to university. If you think about it carefully, none of them fits the life trajectory of the fool. So he thinks that God must be blind. He worked hard for half his life and shed 99 parts of sweat, but in the end, He Yuzhu got the last part. It was really hateful.

"Yang Ruihua, are the dumplings cooked?" The third uncle shouted while curled up in his chair.

Today is the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, and tomorrow is the traditional day for posting door couplets. In the past, he should have prepared red paper, pen and ink, and then waited for neighbors to write, and get some benefits from them. This has become the rule of the Siheyuan. But now, not only are the rules gone, but people have also dispersed. The whole Siheyuan is as deserted as a haunted house.

"Okay, okay, bring it over right away!" Third Aunt is still the same Third Aunt as before, except that she is a little older and her temper has not changed.

After she responded in the kitchen, she took the hot dumplings out of the pot. Looking at the big round dumplings, the third aunt smiled happily and thought to herself, these dumplings are hard-earned, no, I have to take some of the credit first!

Thinking of this, she didn't care that the dumplings were still scalding hot, she picked one up and threw it into her mouth. Wow, it was so hot, oh my god?...

A few minutes later, Auntie finally brought the dumplings to the table. She pretended nothing had happened and said, "Eat them while they're hot. They're delicious!"

"You didn't cheat, did you?" The third uncle looked at him with suspicion.

He had worked hard to get these dumplings after breaking a hole in the ice for a whole day. If he missed one, he would feel uncomfortable for the whole year.

"Look at what you said, how dare I say that!" The third aunt lied without blushing or feeling nervous. After all, she had gained a thick skin over the years.

But who is the Third Uncle? How could he not see that he was a man who was more clever than a monkey? However, he was upset now and didn't want to pursue it. Besides, there were only two people left at home, so there was no point in arguing with his wife.

"Eat, eat!" said the third uncle, waving his hand.

"How about I go and pour some vinegar?"

The third aunt suggested again.

"Vinegar is free!" Uncle San was almost pissed off. "That's it. Turn on the radio and listen to the news. It's more delicious than vinegar!"

"That's true!" Auntie agreed.

Nowadays, you can eat without oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, but you must not miss the radio, because it really goes well with the meal.

As soon as Auntie turned on the radio, a beautiful ocarina sounded from it, followed by the host's opening remarks.

"Dear listeners from all over the country, good evening. I am your old friend Fang Jing. Here..." As usual, Fang Jing first told the listeners about the recent news in Kyoto, such as how a certain unit has achieved new results, what was discussed in a certain meeting, etc., and finally switched the focus to the performance, which was also a topic that the audience was more concerned about.

"Today I want to introduce a person to you. I believe that the audience who have watched the TV report already know this person. He is the creator and performer of the new horse racing in the recent CCTV Spring Festival Gala performance - Comrade He Yuzhu. Today we have invited him to the broadcasting room. Comrade He Yuzhu, please say hello to everyone~"

"Good evening, listeners. I am He Yuzhu..."

"Pfft~"

When the uncle who was gargling heard this sound, he immediately sprayed a mouthful of tea with a strong dumpling smell on the face of the aunt.

"This guy is really stupid!"

The third aunt was also so shocked that she forgot everything. "I, did I hear it right? How did Sha Zhu get into the radio?"

Don't blame her for being ignorant. For so many years, Third Aunt has always believed that the reason why the radio can make sounds is that there are people inside it, and it is a magical operation. Although Third Uncle keeps explaining it to her, Third Aunt just doesn't believe it and is still stubborn. So Third Uncle often says that it is terrible to be uneducated and he has always looked down on her.

In the broadcast room, He Yuzhu held the script in one hand and talked about Shazhu's first half of his life.

"I grew up in a hutong, so I know hutong culture very well. I remember when the country was just liberated, there weren't many people living in our hutong. A bunch of kids were having fun, running from one house to another. It wasn't for fun, but for something new. Since we were young, we loved to play around. But I was different from others. I played around, but I knew what I wanted. At that time, I thought I was very smart and could learn things very quickly. Of course, that was just what I thought. Others didn't know, so I really wanted others to know. This is probably the rebellious psychology of children.

Finally one day I got the chance. I remember it was a summer evening. I went out for a walk after dinner and suddenly heard someone playing the erhu. It sounded really good, so I went to look for him. When I got to the entrance of the alley, I found out that it was a street singer. He was quite old, but well-dressed. It was obvious that he was the kind of person who had to come out to make a living to earn a few cents. I was soft-hearted and couldn't stand this. Besides, the old man played the erhu really well, so I went home and stole 5,000 yuan to give to him. It was still old money at that time, and it would be about 40 or 50 cents now. People say that good deeds will be rewarded. The old man saw that I was so young and kind-hearted, so he wanted to teach me a few tricks. At first, I thought it was kung fu, the kind of thing like flying over eaves and walls, but in the end I found out that what he actually wanted to teach me was how to play the erhu.

There was definitely disappointment, but I wasn't ignorant. I just learned what others taught me. In the next few days, the old man taught me to play the erhu besides singing. He taught me seriously and I learned it attentively. But I might be a genius. I was able to get started after only two days of learning. In five days, I learned all the old man's skills. I was so happy that I thought I got a great deal. I went home and performed a piece for my dad. When my dad found out that I stole 5,000 yuan, he not only didn't praise me but also beat me up and shouted that I was a fool. Didn't I know whether I was stupid or not? It's a good deal to exchange 50 cents for a skill, don't you think?"

He Yuzhu told the "story" in a very fascinating way. Not only the vast audience in front of the radio, but even Fang Jing and the others were fascinated by it.

"Haha, if you can discuss it with your father, I think he won't hit you!" Fang Jing said with a smile.

"There's no way to discuss it. He's just that kind of person. He always wants to beat me up no matter what. You know, a clever kid like me, other people's parents wouldn't be able to stop loving me, but he really has the guts to do that!"

"Haha~"

At this moment, the audience across the country burst into laughter.