Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Moreover, these lower-class people from the village have no cultural knowledge and can only rely on some improper means to make a living.

But after what happened today, Zhang Tietou decided to change the status quo and not go on like this.

Xu Damao stuffed the various odds and ends he bought from the two men into a small package and threw it into his personal space. Then, humming a tuneless tune, he leisurely walked back to the courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

The place where Xu Damao had instructed Zhang Tietou and Huang Genwang to set up their stall was nearby, right on the route he had to take to get to work - a market outside Nanluoguxiang.

As for the bicycles, didn't the three people he killed earlier, Brother Long, have two bicycles? He could just give one to the two of them. As for what to do with the remaining one, Xu Damao hadn't figured it out yet. Perhaps it would be a good idea to let Yan Bugui sell it to He Yuzhu, so that Yan Bugui could make some money from the difference.

Yan Bugui is a person who will be devoted to you as long as he can gain a small advantage. Although Xu Damao is strong now and no one in the courtyard dares to provoke him, he is a reasonable person after all and cannot act like the silly Zhu in the past.

Xu Damao pushed the cart slowly into the gate of the compound, thinking to himself: "Hehe, just as expected, the old fox Yan Bugui will definitely be waiting for me here."

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Yan Bugui coming up to me with a big smile on his face. Then, like a little follower, he trotted to Xu Damao's side, reached out and grabbed the back seat of the bicycle, and helped Xu Damao push the bicycle into the yard smoothly...

"Da Mao, you haven't been home for several days, right? Have you been showing movies outside all the time?" Yan Bugui asked enthusiastically.

Xu Damao nodded helplessly and replied: "Yes, I've been traveling farther and farther recently. Sometimes it even takes a whole day to ride a bike to reach my destination. Oh, I'm really tired!" As he spoke, he pretended to be very tired.

Yan Bugui hurriedly comforted him, "Hey, let's just talk about these things in private, and don't let anyone else hear it. Oh, by the way, Damao, you haven't eaten yet, right? My family is preparing to cook dinner, why don't you come with me to eat something?" Although he said this, Yan Bugui's feet seemed to be grown on the ground and he didn't move a step.

Xu Damao shook his head and politely refused: "No, Teacher Yan, thank you for your kindness. I have been very busy these past two days, so I bought some delicious food to reward myself. How about this, you come to my place for a couple of drinks later?" After saying that, he showed a sly smile.

Xu Damao reached out and lifted the waterproof tarpaulin covering the back basket, revealing two oil-paper bags inside. He proudly showed them to Yan Bugui: "Look, these are the vegetables I bought."

Yan Bugui widened his eyes and sniffed hard, as if he could smell the aroma of food through the paper package.

He showed envy on his face and said with emotion: "Ah, Damao, to be honest, I really envy your life. You are free and unrestrained, without the burden of a family, and you can enjoy delicious food as you please. It's really enviable!"

Xu Damao smiled slightly, feeling proud in his heart. He felt that his bachelor life did have some advantages, he could freely dispose of his time and money, and he didn't have to worry about family matters.

However, when he heard Yan Bugui's next words, he couldn't help but frown.

"But why did I hear some people in our courtyard say that I'm a prodigal son?" Xu Damao asked in pretended confusion.

Yan Bugui quickly explained: "Hey, those people are just jealous. They also want to be as extravagant as you, but unfortunately they don't have the ability.

Don't pay attention to their gossip. Live your life well. By the way, Damao, what kind of food is in this paper package? It looks tempting. "

Xu Damao smiled and opened one of the oil-paper packages, revealing the pork head and roast chicken inside. "Hey, I bought this when I passed by a braised food store. They also gave me a bag of mixed radish.

We can have a couple of drinks tonight and talk about the blue china bottle."

Yan Bugui looked at the sumptuous dishes and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He smiled and said, "Okay, Damao, I've been waiting for you to say this! I won't hide it from you, I'm also thinking about my bottle.

"Then let's go to my house now!"

"Okay, I'll tell your third aunt and come right over!"

Xu Damao locked the car, then walked into the room with the food. After he put the things in place, Yan Bugui also walked into the room.

After Yan Bugui closed the door, he took out a wine bottle from his arms, found two bowls and poured the wine in as if he was familiar with the place.

"Teacher Yan, try the roast chicken from Wuweizhai. Please take a taste and appreciate it."

Xu Damao said this and handed over a pair of chopsticks.

"Da Mao, please don't make fun of me. You know the situation in my family. I have several mouths to feed, and my salary is not high. How can I afford roast chicken? I can only think of other ways. I heard that you go to the market to do some small business when you have nothing to do, right? If not, you can take me in. How about taking me with you next time you go?"

Yan Bugui expressed his thoughts.

Xu Damao looked at him in surprise, then said with a smile: "Teacher Yan, I thought you were going to tell me something, it turns out to be this. No problem, but I have to make it clear that this matter cannot be told to other people in the hospital, especially Yi Zhonghai, otherwise with his temper, he will definitely make trouble for us."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I promise to keep it a secret."

"Teacher Yan, if you really want to do this business? Then I will tell you the truth. You also know that I have a lot of expenses. It is definitely not possible to rely on my salary. I tell you that you must not tell anyone! When I go to the screening, I will also go to the village to collect some of their local specialties and old items. When it is convenient in the future, I can set up a stall at the market or ghost market to sell them for money."

Xu Damao took a sip of wine, smacked his lips and said to Yan Bugui, "You can do business if you want, but you have to have goods in your hands! Otherwise, how can you do business?"

"Hehe, Damao, don't worry, I have my own channels and I have a lot of old items on hand."

Yan Bugui also took a sip of wine, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of fat pork head and put it in his mouth, chewing it with satisfaction, feeling the wonderful greasy feeling.

"Why don't you just sell it to me or my friend? Why bother running back and forth?"

Xu Damao said this with a hint of meaning. He knew very well that he had no idea where those things in Yan Bugui's hands came from.