Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

"Don't bring it over now. There are too many people outside and it's not good to be seen by others. Come, Third Uncle, try the turtle soup I stewed. This thing is very nutritious!"

"Da Mao, you are right. You are very careful. I will bring the things over with your third aunt after it gets dark."

The two of them ate with their mouths full of oil, and drank up the remaining half bottle of wine. Of course, most of it was drunk by Xu Damao.

The turtle soup was cooked just right. Xu Damao didn’t hesitate to pick up the turtle’s lid and started to nibble on the edge.

Then break the baked pancakes into small pieces and soak them in the soup. The taste is amazing!

Yan Bugui has to support a family of five with his meager salary of only twenty or so yuan a month. How can he afford to eat such delicious food often?

So Yan Bugui wished he could eat tomorrow's meal and make his stomach full.

"Uncle, eat slowly and don't choke. We can't finish this cake alone. You can take it back later."

"Thank you very much, Damao. I'll go back right away. If you have any problem, just tell me and I'll do my best to help!"

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he wrapped the remaining pancakes in oil paper and walked out of the room.

"Da Mao, I'll come over later and see you then."

"Okay! Goodbye, Third Uncle!"

Xu Damao was full and a little tipsy. After all, he could drink quite well in his previous life. In this life, he was only eighteen years old. After drinking more than half a pound of wine, he only felt a little dizzy.

Without even cleaning up the pots and pans, Xu Damao lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

"Da Mao! Damao, open the door!"

In a daze, Xu Damao heard someone calling his name. His mind suddenly started and he remembered that the third uncle was coming over, so he rolled over and got up from the bed.

"Here I am. Ouch, I drank a little too much. I fell asleep in bed without knowing where I was."

As Xu Damao spoke, he opened the door and let the third uncle who was holding a black cloth bag into the room.

"You don't have a headache, do you?"

"How can good wine give you a headache?"

"I don't know whether this wine is good or not. They all taste the same. Damao, come and take a look at these wines. How do you like them?"

As Yan Bugui spoke, he put the black cloth bag on the ground and opened it, revealing seven or eight bottles of white wine inside.

"Is that all?"

"We still have some at home. We can't take out so much at once. I only took one bottle of the remaining wine. How much can these be sold for?"

"Let me see. Oh, Mr. Yan, you have a lot of wine categories, Shuijingfang, Phoenix Wine, Jiannanchun and Maotai!"

"Hehe, I made them all these years. I've already inquired about the price. Damao, you can just sell them at a lower price when the time comes."

"Okay, since Third Master has asked about the price, I'll be frank. These wines are hard to sell because they are very expensive and few people can afford them."

"How about this, Uncle San, you give me these wines at 70% of the market price, and then I will sell them. How much I can sell them for is up to me."

"If the price is high, I will make a little profit. If the price is low, I will suffer a loss. I will never ask you for money, Uncle San."

"Of course, if I sell at a higher price, that's my own fault. Uncle San can't come back to ask me for the difference. How do you think about this?"

"70% of the price...Okay, it's settled. Let's calculate the value of these bottles on the ground first to see how much they are worth."

"Third uncle, go ahead and calculate. Don't tell me that I don't trust you, Third uncle?"

"Then I'll settle the account first. Don't worry, Damao, I will never cheat you. If I don't tell you the truth, I will be exposed when you go out to sell this thing."

Yan Bugui sat on a small stool and calculated for a while, then worked out the price, and then added 70% of it. The final price was more than 20 yuan, which was enough to cover Yan Bugui's monthly salary!

Xu Damao was not vague either. He took out the money, counted it, and handed it to Yan Bugui.

"Da Mao, you are still straightforward!"

"That's not true. If you cooperate with others, they will probably have to sell the wine before they can pay you."

"Okay Damao, I'm leaving now. I'll come back tomorrow night. Tell me if you have any questions. I'll help you if I can!"

"Okay! Take care, Third Uncle!"

After watching Yan Bugui leave, Xu Damao walked over and locked the door. Then he looked at the wine on the ground with joy in his heart.

Not to mention other liquors, just this bottle of Maozi would definitely cost hundreds of thousands of yuan in the past life.

In the 1950s, materials were scarce and the amount of wine produced was very small, making it even more difficult to get. Xu Damao planned to spend some money to stock up some wine in his personal space. He didn't need to stock up too much, just enough for himself to drink.

As for these bottles of wine, of course I kept them for myself.

His head felt a little dizzy, but it was a very comfortable feeling, not the kind of headache you get from drinking cheap wine. Xu Damao fell into a deep sleep.

At three o'clock in the morning, Xu Damao woke up. Feeling that he had gotten up a little late, he quickly got dressed, pushed his bicycle out of the courtyard, and headed straight for the ghost market.

When he arrived at the place where used clothes were sold, Xu Damao picked out two pieces of clothes that looked good, and then stopped in front of a stall selling cigarettes.

"How much do you sell this cigarette?"

“It’s a little lower than the ones in the store, but it’s all real!”

"Of course I know it's real. Who would dare to fake this? I'm asking if it came from a legitimate source?"

"There is absolutely no problem with the source of the goods. They are not stolen or robbed. You can buy them with confidence."

The stall owner did not say that Xu Damao did not abide by the rules of the ghost market. Instead, he explained with a smile.

"I want all these Daqianmen and Hardman. What kind of cigarettes are in the round iron boxes on the bottom?"

"Zhonghua, this one is a bit more expensive, do you want it, brother?"

"Yes! Pack up all these Huazi as many as you can get!"

"Okay! Brother, you bought a lot, so I'll give you a discount. Normally, I sell it at 88% of the store's price, but now I'll give you 85%!"

When the stall owner heard that Xu Damao wanted to buy so many cigarettes, he couldn't help but be happy from the bottom of his heart, and he also gave Xu Damao some discounts.

"Thank you, then, brother."

Xu Damao lit the money under the lantern in front of the stall and handed it to the cigarette vendor.

"Brother, click it and see a lot less."

"okay!"

The stall owner was not polite and took the money directly from Xu Damao, then moved closer to the lantern and started counting it.

"The price is just right, little brother. Are you buying so many cigarettes as gifts?"

"No, I smoked it myself! Come on, big brother, I have to go sell the goods too."

Xu Damao waved goodbye to the cigarette stall owner, then started strolling around on his bike.