Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

After all, the night was too quiet. Even the slightest sound would be louder than the same noise during the day, and would hardly escape Yan Zhaodi's keen ears, who were paying close attention to the noise outside.

Xu Damao let go of all his guard and quickly got into bed like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey.

"Hehe, Sister Yan can't wait, right?" After hugging her tightly, Xu Damao said with a smirk on his face, while his hands began to move restlessly.

"Be gentle, or I will scream out loud. It's so quiet at night, and someone might hear the noise... wu... wu..."

Before Yan Zhaodi could finish her words, her cherry-like mouth was sealed by Xu Damao's mouth...

……

"Da Mao, tell me, will I get pregnant with your child?"

Yan Zhaodi said with a red face as she lay in Xu Damao's arms.

"That's hard to say. Even if both of us are healthy, the chances of getting pregnant after one or two times are not high."

"So what do you say if you get pregnant?"

"Isn't that a good thing? As long as you get pregnant, won't your status in the family be improved? Your mother-in-law won't make things difficult for you anymore, and it also means that there's nothing wrong with your body."

"That being said, but...but what if my man goes to the hospital for a checkup and finds out that he can't have children?"

"What can we do? Just let it be!"

"Oh, I'm serious!"

"If your man goes to the hospital for a checkup, it will be a long time before he gets sick. By then, you can say that he is too old or that he is not good at that."

"And even if you're pregnant, it doesn't necessarily mean it's mine. You and your man spend so little time together. You only see each other once every one or two months."

"This time your mother-in-law went to look for her son. She probably didn't want him to work outside. She wanted him to concentrate on having children at home. Maybe the chances will increase if she goes there more often, hehe..."

"You're the only one talking nonsense!"

Yan Zhaodi blushed at what Xu Damao said, and she smiled and reached out to grab Xu Damao!

This grab was not a big deal, it directly triggered the war again, the creaking sound of the wooden bed and the panting sound echoed in the room...

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"Da Mao, Damao, wake up!" Yan Zhaodi called softly, as if afraid of scaring Damao who was sleeping.

Xu Damao was sleeping soundly like a lazy bear. After being woken up by Yan Zhaodi, he still wanted to linger in the warmth of the quilt for a while longer.

"Sleep a little longer, it's still dark..." Xu Damao rubbed his sleepy eyes and turned to look at the sky outside. The inky night was like a huge curtain, covering the world.

He hugged Yan Zhaodi, chuckled twice, and prepared to continue sleeping.

"Oh, the rooster just crowed. Look at your watch. What time is it now?"

There was a hint of anxiety in Yan Zhaodi's voice.

Xu Damao raised his wrist and looked at his watch sleepily. It was already past four in the morning.

"Okay, then I'll leave..." He muttered as he put on his clothes.

Yan Zhaodi next to them also quickly got up, and the two of them took advantage of the night and quietly left the room like ghosts and entered the yard.

"Be careful. Open the door and see if there is anyone there first." Yan Zhaodi's advice was like a gust of cold wind, which made Xu Damao feel a little cold in his heart.

"Just close the door and go back! No one would be up this early in the morning!" Xu Damao said this, but he felt a little scared in his heart. He plucked up his courage and carefully opened the gate.

The door hinge creaked, which was particularly harsh in the quiet early morning and pierced the tranquility of the night sky.

Xu Damao stuck his head out and observed his surroundings carefully like a vigilant cat.

"There's no one outside. I'm leaving."

After saying goodbye to Yan Zhaodi, he quickly walked out of the yard.

The weather in late autumn is like a basin of ice water pouring down on your head, making people shiver.

The cold air, like countless tiny needles, penetrated into every hole in the clothes.

Walking on the small path in the village, Xu Damao wrapped himself in clothes and secretly thanked God that he was in good health, otherwise he would have shivered with cold.

There was a rustling sound coming from the front, as if something was approaching quietly. Xu Damao became alert and looked up.

After a few slight noises, a figure appeared like a ghost on the wall not far in front of Xu Damao.

"Cough cough!"

Xu Damao deliberately coughed twice, and the sound was particularly loud in the silent night. The figure on the wall trembled in shock, lost his balance, and fell off the wall.

"Oh!"

With a dull crash.

"Humph……"

A muffled groan came from the other side of the wall, followed by the sound of messy footsteps gradually fading away.

"Could it be that I ran into Lao Liu who climbed over the widow's wall in the middle of the night? 666!"

Xu Damao thought about it secretly, but didn't take it to heart, and walked straight to the room arranged for him by the village chief.

He gently pushed the door open, and as he expected, the door was not locked, and it was exactly the same as when he left.

After entering the room, Xu Damao locked the door and lay on the bed to continue resting.

However, perhaps because I had just come back from Yan Zhaodi's place, I tossed and turned in bed alone, unable to fall asleep. In this era without mobile phones and computers, there was really no way to find entertainment.

Then, his figure instantly disappeared from the bed and entered the portable space.

After playing with the small animals on the ranch, Xu Damao came to the cabin by the pond. Looking at the green fields, a sense of sadness welled up in his heart.

There were already mountains of food piled up in the granary, and he could not finish eating them even in his ten lifetimes. If he sold them, his secret would definitely be exposed.

After all, he was just an ordinary projectionist at a steel mill. How could he have the ability to get so much food?

Well, things will work out when the time comes. Let's just take it one step at a time. After all, in four years, the three-year natural disaster will come. Even in the capital, almost every household will be short of food, and every household will have to try every possible way to get enough food...

Xu Damao checked the dozens of tons of food and then left the personal space.

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"Comrade projectionist, get up and eat!" Xu Damao heard the village chief's call in a daze in his sleep.

After getting up, he had a simple breakfast with the village chief and then said goodbye.

"Thank you for your hospitality, Village Chief. I have to go back to the factory today. It's a long way, so I'll leave first."

"Comrade projectionist, don't be in a hurry to leave. Take this." The village chief said, turned and went into the house, took out a little hen with its feet tied and walked over.

"There's nothing good in the village, so you can take this chicken."

"Don't worry, Village Chief, I can't accept this..."

Xu Damao refused, but the village chief directly put the hen into the back basket of the bicycle.

"It's not easy for anyone. I can't take your things for free. Take this pack of cigarettes."

It was still the same old rule, one chicken for one pack of cigarettes. Now, Xu Damao had so many chickens in his portable space that he couldn't count them all, and so many eggs that he couldn't finish eating them all, and they were all stored in the warehouse...