Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Yi Zhonghai shook his head and ate pickles and drank porridge with the aunt.

"Not to mention Damao, didn't Dongxu pass the second-level fitter qualification?"

"Yeah, he's okay in front of me, but he gets too nervous when it comes to exams, so he doesn't pass. Alas, this kid isn't even half as capable as his father."

"At least his father was able to marry such a fierce woman. Look at what she is like on a daily basis!"

"What's wrong with that shrew? Isn't Dongxu his son?"

There seemed to be something hidden in Yi Zhonghai's words.

"You eat first, I'll go wash the dishes."

When the aunt heard this, she didn't want to eat anymore and went straight to the big basin at the kitchen door with the plate of pickles.

"Hey, hey, I haven't finished eating yet, why did you take it away..."

He Yuzhu and his sister He Yushui were eating the food they brought back from the steel mill canteen last night, and they also smelled the aroma of Xu Damao's fried eggs.

"Xiaoyu, ours is no worse than his! Look, there are even shredded pork!"

As He Yuzhu said this, he picked up a thin piece of meat and fed it to He Yushui.

"Well, it's delicious."

"Xu Damao just started working, and he doesn't know how to save money to marry a wife after receiving his salary. He spends money lavishly. Humph, he will regret it sooner or later."

He Yuzhu said this indignantly and took a big bite of the steamed bun.

After Xu Damao had eaten and drunk his fill, he rested on the bed for a while, then walked out of the room, locked the door, pushed his bicycle out of the courtyard and went to work at the factory.

After receiving the projection task, Xu Damao installed the projection equipment and rode his bicycle towards his destination.

"I'm going to the ghost market tomorrow morning to buy a bicycle. This one is from the factory after all, so it's not very convenient to ride. In a few years, when tickets become popular, I'll need bicycle tickets to buy a bicycle, and it will be even harder to buy one."

While riding his bike, Xu Damao was secretly thinking about buying a bicycle.

As we continued walking forward, we saw more and more people coming and going. It was obvious that there was a market ahead, with stalls on the roadside selling all kinds of household items and vegetables and fruits.

Xu Damao had to slow down the car to avoid hitting passers-by who were shopping for groceries with baskets.

There was a stall in front of him with several people surrounding it. Xu Damao went closer and saw that they were slaughtering pigs. He couldn't help but slow down and stopped in front of the stall.

The pig has been slaughtered and the steaming pork has been placed on the chopping board. A fat butcher is holding a sharp short knife and is using the tip of the knife to gesture on the pork at the request of a customer.

"This is first-rate meat, 48 cents a pound. Look at this fat, it's nearly four fingers thick!"

The butcher stretched out his hand, put four fingers together and gestured at the fat.

"It's just this piece, separate it from here for me."

"it is good."

Xu Damao looked at the meat on the chopping board and couldn't help swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva.

The meat during this period was genuine local pork raised by farmers themselves. Xu Damao knew that he had never eaten such meat in his previous life.

I haven’t eaten stewed pork ribs for a long time. I’ll buy some ribs and stew them at home!

"Brother, how much is this pork belly?"

"The fatter one is 45 cents, the thinner one is 42 cents."

"Give me some thinner ones. How much are these bones?"

"I want to send the bones to the restaurant. They will use them to make soup. How much of this lean pork belly do you want?"

"You can cut it, five or six pounds will be enough."

Xu Damao remembered that there was a refrigerated space in his personal space where he stored eggs, so it would be okay to buy more.

"Can you sell me some of the bones? Don't remove the meat so cleanly. Leave more meat. You name the price. And how much is this rib?"

"The meat on this rib has not been removed yet, so I'll give you 30 cents. I'll scrape the bones off and sell it to the restaurant for 10 cents. If you want to leave some meat on top, I'll give you 20 cents, okay?"

"Okay! I want both this bone and this fan of ribs! Big brother, can you please help me chop it into small pieces and split the big bone in two? The knife in my house is not very sharp."

"Okay, you know how to eat it, brother. As everyone knows, besides the fat, the meat around the bone is the most delicious."

The stall owner took out the piece of pork belly that Xu Damao wanted, weighing about six or seven pounds, as well as several large bones with meat and ribs, and started weighing them separately using a large scale rod.

"Six and a half pounds of pork belly, sixteen pounds of spareribs, and thirteen and a half pounds of large bones with meat. Cuihua, Cuihua, come and count the money!"

A delicate woman in blue-gray clothes next to her was calculating with an abacus and finally gave the stall owner a price.

"This pig is quite big, it's hard to hold it down, right?"

"It's really hard to hold it down. This beast is very strong. It's impossible to control it without three or five men."

"Brother, what happened to your hand?"

Xu Damao paid the money readily. When he saw the big man's hand stretched out to take the money, he saw only his thumb, index finger and middle finger, while his ring finger and little finger were missing. He couldn't help but ask.

"I was beaten by the American devils! I didn't lose anything either, hehe, I stabbed him!"

"Brother, did you retire from the Korean battlefield?"

"Well, I won't say any more. The chief has a rule that forbids us from talking so much."

Xu Damao couldn't help but stand in awe, watching his elder brother wielding the bone-cutting knife to neatly chop the ribs into small pieces of equal size. He believed that his bayonet must also be very accurate on the battlefield.

"Brother, your scale is great. I like it very much. Please sell it to me."

Xu Damao took the meat and bones, put them into the basket, and was about to leave when a voice came over.

Turning around, I saw a bald middle-aged man playing with and stroking the stall owner's old scale pole.

"It's just a piece of wood. What's so good about it? But if I don't sell it, I still need it to sell meat."

The stall owner grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

"There's a big scale pole for sale nearby. I'll go buy a new one and exchange it with yours. You see, you're getting a great deal by exchanging a new one for an old one."

"Their scales are not as strong as mine. I still think mine is better. It is also passed down from my hometown."

"Okay, okay, it's settled. I'll go buy a new scale rod of the same size as yours. Look at this old scale rod. The copper hoop on the top has fallen off."

"You... this is also okay..."

Perhaps the eldest brother felt that his scale was indeed too old and worn out, so he was ready to agree to the bald middle-aged man's request.

After all, the wood that can be used to make a scale pole is not that bad.

"Wait! Bro, let me see your scale!"

When Xu Damao saw this situation, he knew what had happened. He parked his bicycle and walked over to check.

"Young man, what can you see, huh!"

"Then I'll have to take a good look."

Xu Damao took the large scale rod from the middle-aged man with a smile and began to examine it carefully.

"Tsk tsk!"

Xu Damao looked at it and shook his head, making a clicking sound.

"Brother, your scale is a valuable item. Don't sell it to him cheaply, and don't try to trade it for an old one!"

"What are you talking about, you young brat? You are so young, what can you see? Tell me what is so good about this scale."

The bald middle-aged man looked at Xu Damao with disdain.