Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

After Xu Damao finished his meal with the village chief, he immediately rushed to the gate of the commune and started to work. Before long, he successfully built the movie screen. However, he was a little absent-minded, as if he was thinking about other things.

I was mainly thinking about what position would be best for me and Fang Jie at night. After all, it was cold, and there was no air conditioning in this era, so there were some restrictions. It would be bad if Fang Jie caught a cold...

After the movie ended, Xu Damao quickly packed up all his belongings and loaded them into the car, preparing to say goodbye to the village chief and leave.

At this time, the village chief hurriedly stopped him and said, "Comrade projectionist, don't be in such a hurry to leave! It's hard for you to come from so far to show us movies, and it takes a long time to walk here. It's dark now, and the road is not easy to walk at night. When you get to the city, you will probably have to wait until dawn. Take these things, it is also a token of our village's love for you."

After saying that, the village chief picked up a little rooster and a small bag and walked towards Xu Damao.

Xu Damao waved his hands quickly and said with a smile: "Oh, how can I say this? No, no, you are too polite, Village Chief."

The village chief smiled and responded: "This is a small gift from our village, Comrade Projectionist, please accept it!"

So, the two of them began to push each other.

Finally, Xu Damao had to compromise and said, "Okay, I'll take the peanuts, but you should keep the rooster for yourself. After all, it can wake us up every morning!"

Afterwards, Xu Damao stuffed a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes into the village chief's pocket and said with a smile: "Keep these cigarettes for yourself!"

When the village chief saw that the person put into his pocket was a Bao Da Qianmen, he was immediately delighted. Without much hesitation, he reached out to take it. Then he walked to the basket on the back of the bicycle and put the rooster with its feet tied and a bag of peanuts directly into the basket.

After doing all this, he showed a satisfied smile on his face, and said to Xu Damao: "Comrade projectionist, please be careful when it's dark and walk slowly on the road." After saying that, without waiting for Xu Damao's response, he greeted him, turned around and walked away quickly, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

Xu Damao looked at the village chief's departing back, shook his head helplessly, then rode his bicycle and left Longnü.

The road was unusually quiet at night. Apart from the slight sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground, it was pitch black all around, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you.

However, this did not affect Xu Damao. After all, he had night vision and could easily see the surrounding environment. So he not only did not worry about anything, but instead sped up his riding speed, wanting to get to Zhao Fangfang's village as soon as possible.

With his efforts, in less than an hour, he had traveled more than 30 miles and arrived at Zhao Fangfang's village. At this time, the night was deep, and the moon was high in the sky, casting a cold light. Xu Damao slowed down and rode his bicycle slowly, approaching the door of Zhao Fangfang's house. He stopped the bike, got off carefully, and gently pushed open the gate.

With a "creak!", the courtyard door opened. Xu Damao was secretly happy in his heart. It seemed that Sister Fang really left the door open for him.

Without hesitation, he pushed his bicycle into the yard, parked it, turned around, closed the gate and locked it. Just as he was about to go into the house, a woman's voice suddenly came from inside: "Who is it?"

It was Zhao Fangfang's voice. After all, in the quiet night, the sound of opening the door was still quite abrupt.

"It's me, Damao."

Under the dim light, a dark figure appeared at the door and slowly opened it. Xu Damao looked mysterious, lowered his voice, and walked in cautiously. One hand tightly grasped a bag of peanuts, and the other hand held a rooster with its feet tied.

Zhao Fangfang turned on the light in the room. When she saw that the person coming was Xu Damao, the stone in her heart finally fell and she sighed softly.

"Didn't you go to show a movie? Why did you suddenly come back? And you brought so many things with you." Zhao Fangfang asked puzzledly.

Xu Damao chuckled, revealing his big white teeth: "You don't know, after I finished showing the movie today, the village chief insisted on giving me these things. I wanted to give him money, but he refused to take it. I had no choice but to stuff a pack of cigarettes into his pocket, and that's how I solved the problem."

After saying that, he shook the thing in his hand, as if to show his abilities to Zhao Fangfang.

"Then your job as a projectionist is pretty good. After each screening, the village will send you something, so you can save a lot of money." Zhao Fangfang joked with a smile.

"Hey, that's nothing. My daily expenses are quite high, so I don't care about these small favors at all. Besides, I have other ways to make money." Xu Damao replied proudly.

Zhao Fangfang asked curiously: "Oh? What other tricks are there? Tell me about it."

Xu Damao smiled but said nothing. He approached Zhao Fangfang mysteriously and whispered, "Let me tell you, I usually collect some antiques and sell them. The money I make is much more than my salary."

Hearing this, Zhao Fangfang widened her eyes, her face full of surprise: "Is this true? Do you know anything about antiques?"

"Of course it's true. I have some experience in this area." Xu Damao patted his chest confidently.

Zhao Fangfang couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Great, I didn't expect you to have this skill."

"Haha, they are just small businesses, not worth mentioning. Just like the plate in your house last time, I made dozens of dollars more by reselling it!" Xu Damao waved his hand modestly.

"Really? You gave me a lot of money for that plate, and I always thought you lost money."

Zhao Fangfang said with a smile. She was a little confused. Xu Damao spent so much money to buy the plate, and now he said he had sold it. Could he really make money?

"If someone else came to buy it, they would definitely give you only a small amount of money and you would sell it. But how could I bear to let you, Sister Fang, suffer a loss? But the things have been sold, so at least I didn't lose money, otherwise I would have really lost money."

Xu Damao was just talking nonsense. He was reluctant to sell the precious Geyao plate. Wouldn't it be better to keep it for himself to enjoy slowly? He liked these things, but outsiders didn't understand.

"It's good that it can be sold. I was actually worried that the plate in my house wouldn't be able to be sold. After all, the plate doesn't look very good. Even if it's an antique, it probably won't sell for much. I'll be relieved if it can be sold."

Zhao Fangfang twisted her slender waist and walked into the room. Looking at her slim back, Xu Damao swallowed his saliva and immediately followed her.