Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Xu Damao looked at these lively guys with a smile, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment.

He knew that these poultry could not only provide delicious food, but also bring him a considerable income. The only problem was that it was not easy to cash them in... If only it were like in his previous life, he could just find a warehouse and sell them.

When I returned to the wooden house where I lived, I found that it was still the same as before, with no change in size.

After touring the portable space, Xu Damao nodded with satisfaction and returned to the real world.

At this time, Xu Damao's stomach began to growl, reminding him that it was time to eat.

Thinking of the dinner at Lou Xiao'e's house, he didn't eat too much because he wanted to remain elegant in front of his mother-in-law. At this moment, he couldn't help feeling extremely hungry.

So Xu Damao acted quickly. He lit the stove, put the steamer on it, and added a few scoops of water.

Next, he entered the portable space again and came to the lake, where he skillfully slaughtered a chicken and chopped it into small pieces.

Bringing the chicken back to the real world, Xu Damao walked into his room and poured the chicken pieces into the steamer.

Then he took out some fresh mushrooms and cut them into small pieces with a knife.

Due to time constraints, he didn't have time to soak the mushrooms and threw them directly into the pot.

Next, wait for it to cook and you can start eating!

Xu Damao lay on the bed, waiting expectantly. Time passed by, and soon, the tempting aroma of stewed chicken gradually spread and quickly filled the entire courtyard.

When the stewed chicken is almost cooked, Xu Damao first puts in some seasonings for stewing the chicken, then puts the grate into the pot and puts a few steamed buns on it and steams them together.

Xu Damao enjoyed the sumptuous meal with great satisfaction. He ate all the chicken and steamed buns. Finally, he lay down on the bed contentedly, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Two days later, the Spring Festival is approaching, and the steel mill has started to close for the holiday, and the factory has become particularly busy. Today, the factory has started to distribute New Year gifts.

The person in charge of each department went to sign and receive the gifts, and then the leaders of each department distributed them to their subordinate employees.

"Here, Damao, this is for you. Hehe, each worker in our factory is given two kilograms of pork. We don't have many people in the Propaganda Department, so I specially picked out some fat meat. Look at this fat, it's four fingers thick!"

The propaganda chief handed Xu Damao a bunch of fat meat tied with straw rope.

"Hey, thank you, Chief. If it weren't for you, we would only get the lean meat. You really care about your subordinates!"

Xu Damao was not polite and took the meat happily, with a smile on his face and a happy look.

After distributing the meat, the section chief said a few polite words and then dismissed the party and gave everyone a day off. A few people pretended to clean the office and then happily went home with the meat.

Xu Damao also threw the meat directly into the back basket of the bicycle and rode home leisurely.

At this time, the sun was high in the sky, and the sunlight fell on the courtyard, bringing a touch of warmth and vitality to this ancient courtyard.

Xu Damao had just returned to the courtyard, and it was not yet noon. He was humming a little tune in a happy mood. When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, he was surprised to find that Yan Bugui had already set up a table there, apparently preparing to start writing Spring Festival couplets.

Yan Jiecheng stood aside, holding an ink block in his hand, pretending to grind the ink very seriously, but in fact he was just pretending.

Several neighbors gathered around and looked at the father and son's actions curiously.

"Da Mao, you're back? Is it vacation time?" When Yan Bugui saw Xu Damao approaching, a smile appeared on his face and he blinked at him, as if there was some deep meaning.

"Yes, we just had a holiday today, Teacher Yan, are you going to write Spring Festival couplets?" Xu Damao asked deliberately, but he already understood Yan Bugui's intention in his heart.

"That's right. I'm idle at home anyway, so I might as well come out and write a few Spring Festival couplets. It's also a favor to help everyone."

Yan Bugui smiled particularly brightly, as if he had done something remarkable.

"Oh, that's great! Teacher Yan, can you help me write a few Spring Festival couplets?" Xu Damao immediately showed excitement, with anticipation flashing in his eyes.

"Of course! But you have to park the car first." Yan Bugui nodded and agreed.

"Okay, Teacher Yan, please wait a moment, I'll be there soon!" After saying that, Xu Damao hurriedly pushed his bicycle inside, fearing that he would miss this opportunity.

"Okay, I'm still grinding ink now. Jie Cheng, go help your brother Damao lift the car. You need some eyesight!"

Yan Bugui ordered his son to go forward and help.

Yan Jiecheng trotted over to help, but Xu Damao didn't care and pushed the cart back to his residence.

After entering the house, he picked up the fat meat he had just received from the steel mill, and hesitated. In the end, he took a knife and cut off half, then carried about a pound of meat and walked towards the gate of the compound.

It was originally agreed that two kilograms of peanuts would be prepared, but since Xu Damao did not go to the paper shop to cut the paper for writing Spring Festival couplets, this part of the cost had to be borne by Yan Bugui. Therefore, he felt that taking one kilogram of fat meat was not too much.

When he walked out of the courtyard gate, he found that there were already seven or eight people gathered in front of Yan Bugui's table. Xu Damao carried the one pound of fat meat, walked straight to Yan Bugui, and put it on the table.

Yan Bugui frowned slightly when he saw the pound of fat meat. This was different from what they had agreed on before. Did he need a pound of fat meat just to write a couplet? Would this scare away the people watching the fun?

"Da Mao, what do you mean?" Yan Bugui asked puzzledly.

"Hey, we can't let Teacher Yan work in vain. Calligraphy is a difficult job. I, Xu Damao, admire people who write well with a brush the most. This little gift is not just a token of respect, but please accept it, Teacher Yan."

Xu Damao said to himself, "Hi!" He took out a big piece of fat meat from behind and handed it to Yan Bugui.

When the people nearby saw that Xu Damao brought a piece of fat meat just to write Spring Festival couplets, they also started to talk about it. They simply felt that Xu Damao was too generous, taking out a pound of meat, and it was a lot of fat meat, just to write a few words.

I wonder how much fragrant lard can be produced from that white fat!

"Da Mao, you don't need to take such a rare thing. Take it back. We are all from the same courtyard. Don't mess with this."

Yan Bugui was a little anxious. He couldn't take Xu Damao's piece of meat, otherwise the people behind him might give up.

"Teacher Yan, it's like this. I didn't go to the paper shop to cut red paper. I want to use the paper here." Xu Damao explained with a smile.