Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

"Dongxu and Laoyi are off work."

Jia Dongxu glanced at Xu Damao, responded to Yan Bugui indifferently, and walked towards his home with an arrogant look.

Jia Dongxu had no good feelings towards Yan Bugui, the third uncle who liked to take advantage of others. He looked up and saw the burly Xu Damao in front of him. He hesitated for a moment and walked past him carefully.

"Hey! I'm not a tiger... Why are you so afraid of me!" Xu Damao muttered softly after watching Jia Dongxu leave, then pushed his bicycle and walked home.

"Teacher Yan, you look quite relaxed." Yi Zhonghai saw Yan Bugui sitting at the door basking in the sun, so he walked up to say hello.

"Yes, the river surface is frozen and it's difficult to fish." Yan Bugui replied.

"Teacher Yan, the New Year is coming soon. You have the best handwriting around here. Not only will you bring honor to our dean, but you will also be able to make some money. Haha." Yi Zhonghai said with a smile.

"It's just a small amount of money, but I don't charge people from our hospital for asking me to write Spring Festival couplets!" Yan Bugui said proudly.

"Haha, Teacher Yan is really generous. I would like to thank you on behalf of everyone in our school!" Yi Zhonghai hurriedly expressed his gratitude.

"What's there to thank me for? We're from the same courtyard, and we're neighbors who see each other every day. It's only right for us to help each other. After all, I'm the manager of the courtyard, and I should set an example!" Yan Bugui began to brag shamelessly.

Yi Zhonghai couldn't bear to hear this anymore, so he quickly said a few polite words and went back to his home, leaving Yan Bugui there to continue to indulge himself.

Xu Damao parked his bike, locked it, and then went back to his room and lay on the bed to rest for a while. After all, he had been riding a bike for a whole day and his body was really exhausted.

More than ten minutes later, Xu Damao suddenly climbed up from the bed in high spirits, and then took out a bag of cold pork head, a bag of braised bean curd skin and a bag of sesame cakes, about four or five in total, from his personal space, and placed them neatly on the small table.

After thinking for a moment, Xu Damao remembered that he had lost a lot of essence at Zhao Fangfang's place yesterday, so he decided to fry another plate of leek and eggs.

I had just sat down and hadn't taken a few bites when there was a knock on the door.

"Da Mao, what dish did you cook? Why does it smell so good?" Yan Bugui's voice came from outside the door.

"Teacher Yan, I just made some food. Teacher Yan, you just came, why did you bring wine? Oh! It's Maotai, which teacher gave it to you?" Xu Damao opened the door and chatted with Yan Bugui.

"Hey~ don't mention it, I have plenty of this kind of wine at home." Yan Bugui replied with a smile.

As Yan Bugui was talking, he sat on a stool by himself, his eyes attracted by the pork head and fried eggs with chives on the table. He picked up two bowls, quickly opened the wine bottle, and began to pour the wine skillfully.

Seeing this, Xu Damao cooperated and took out a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Yan Bugui.

"Da Mao, did you fry this leek and egg? It tastes really good!" Yan Bugui praised it highly after taking a bite.

Xu Damao smiled slightly: "Haha, Teacher Yan, you are too kind. I just did it casually."

"Well, I think your cooking, Damao, is better than that kid Shazhu's." Yan Bugui took another bite and nodded with satisfaction.

“No, no, I dare not. Teacher Yan, you are too kind to me. These are just ordinary home-cooked dishes. I am still some distance away from those made by professional chefs.” Xu Damao said modestly.

"Da Mao, I got some new stuff these days. How about we go to the ghost market again tonight? Maybe we can sell them for a good price." Yan Bugui said excitedly.

After hearing this, Xu Damao secretly wondered whether he should let Zhang Tietou and Huang Genwang attack them again. After all, he and Yan Bugui were robbed badly last time in the ghost market.

So, he pretended to be exhausted and replied, "Teacher Yan, I just rode back from a village outside the city this morning. It was more than a hundred miles round trip. I was really tired."

Xu Damao's implication was that he didn't want to go, and even a fool like Yan Bugui could hear that.

"Well, let's wait until tomorrow. No, tomorrow you have to show the movie, so you can only wait two more days." Yan Bugui said somewhat dejectedly. As he spoke, he sighed helplessly, with a look of loss on his face.

Hearing this, Xu Damao was secretly happy, but on the surface he pretended to be concerned and asked: "Teacher Yan, is there anything you urgently need money for?" There was some concern in his voice, as if he really cared about Yan Bugui's situation.

Yan Bugui glanced at Xu Damao, hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to confide his difficulties to him. He lowered his voice and said anxiously: "Alas, it's because we were robbed a few days ago. Let me tell you, the things I sold are not mine, and I have to return the money to them. I just want to sell the things I have in my hands and exchange them for money."

After saying this he sighed heavily again, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

Xu Damao nodded, indicating that he understood Yan Bugui's situation.

He knew in his heart that those things did not belong to Yan Bugui.

"Besides, those people are not good people, alas..."

Yan Bugui continued, his tone full of worry and fear. He knew very well that trading with this group of people was not safe, and if something went wrong, the consequences would be disastrous.

After hearing this, Xu Damao's face became serious. He knew that Yan Bugui was talking about the gang that moved mountains and robbed tombs, and he also understood Yan Bugui's concerns. After all, dealing with these criminals was extremely risky.

"Hey~ Mr. Yan, you've been there once, you know the route, you can go by yourself, right?"

Xu Damao knew that Yan Bugui was not very courageous, so he deliberately asked him questions to provoke him. He wanted to see if Yan Bugui would give up the adventure out of fear.

Yan Bugui turned pale when he heard what Xu Damao said. He shook his head nervously and said in a trembling voice, "No, I dare not go alone. If I encounter the same situation as last time, I can't handle it."

Yan Bugui's eyes revealed obvious fear and heartache. He was obviously afraid of facing danger alone again, and he had lost more than one hundred yuan.

"Hehe, Damao, let me be frank. It's always safer to travel in pairs than alone. Besides, someone as tall, mighty and strong as you, Damao, how could ordinary petty thieves dare to rob us?" Yan Bugui's face flushed slightly as he explained with a little embarrassment. His tone seemed unnatural when he spoke.