Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

"Fuck! It turns out that Xu Damao in the original drama lived such a carefree life. No wonder..."

"Brother, I can't..."

Lu Xiaofeng asked nervously.

"No, I am infertile..."

"..."

Xiao Feng couldn't find any words of comfort for a moment, and just kept a worried expression on her face.

"It's okay. I have a good attitude. These are nothing. Just live your life well!"

"Is that so?"

"This braised pork tastes best when it's cooked slowly over low heat. We don't have enough firewood. Xiaofeng, go get some."

Xiaofeng rolled her eyes at Xu Damao, limped to the fence, picked up a bundle of wood, and slowly walked over.

"You haven't recovered yet?"

"Hey, brother, stop talking!"

Xiaofeng threw the firewood next to Xu Damao and walked into the room with her face covered.

Xu Damao took out a pack of Hardman, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then lazily took out a cigarette from the firewood, burned it in the stove for a while, took it out and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

After finishing his cigarette, Xu Damao opened the lid of the pot where the braised pork was stewing, kneaded the dough into thin pancakes, and spread them on the inner wall of the pot. He spread it all around before stopping.

I counted the number of pancakes, there were ten of them, and I couldn't finish them at all.

The aroma of the braised pork and mushrooms filled the air, and the dogs nearby began to bark loudly. After all, dogs' noses are much more sensitive.

Seven or eight pounds of braised pork and more than three pounds of wild mushrooms, this pot is very rich.

When the fire was almost ready, Xu Damao's stomach started to growl. After all, it was already past noon and a little past two in the afternoon.

"Xiaofeng, come out to eat!"

Xu Damao directly took two bowls from the side, filled them up, then took a pancake out of the pot and started eating.

The door opened, Xiaofeng stuck half of her head out, saw Xu Damao eating voraciously, walked out, picked up the bowl and the pancake and started eating as well.

"Xiao Feng, I'm leaving now. When your father comes back and sees these things, just tell him that he bought them with the money from the sale of the wooden table."

"Brother Damao, will you come to see me often?"

"As long as I come over, I will definitely come to see you! Don't give all the money to your father, keep some for yourself."

Xu Damao got on the bike and turned back to give instructions.

When they arrived at the place where the movie was being shown, Xu Damao took out two braised ribs wrapped in oil paper and gave them to the two children who were helping him watch the projection equipment.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, he put all the mushrooms and projection equipment in the basket into his personal space, and then rode his bicycle back to the steel mill.

There was a girl named Xiaofang in the village.

Good looking and kind.

A pair of beautiful big eyes,

The braids are thick and long...

"Snapped!"

Xu Damao slapped himself while singing. He was not a scumbag, so why was he singing such a scumbag song?

This song describes the story of the educated youth who returned to the city and the rural girl who had had enough of playing around. She looked back and missed Xiaofang's gentleness and thoughtfulness.

The educated youth who went to the countryside were all city dwellers, most of whom were decent and a bit literary. It was basically easy to trick a few young rural girls into bed.

When the policy of returning to the city was relaxed, the educated youth immediately threw the countless vows they had made by the river into the river and ran away without looking back...

After returning to the factory, Xu Damao put away the projection equipment, smoked a few cigarettes, went back to the duty room, lay down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep. After all, he had gotten up too early in the morning.

When it was time to get off work, Xu Damao rode his bicycle directly back home. As expected, his third uncle Yan Bugui was waiting for him at the gate of the courtyard.

"Da Mao, it's time to get off work, do you want to have a drink tonight?"

Yan Bugui greeted warmly.

"No problem. If Third Master can bring out some good wine, I'll prepare some good food tonight."

Xu Damao was also a little craving for wine, so he urged Yan Bugui to take out some good wine.

"No problem, how about Jiannanchun?"

"Okay, Uncle Third, what do you want to eat tonight? I'll go out and buy it right away!"

When Xu Damao heard about Jiannanchun, his face broke into a smile. It was rare for Yan Bugui to be so generous.

"Just eat something at home, there's no need to go out and buy more."

Yan Bugui repeatedly waved his hands to dissuade Xu Damao who was pushing his bicycle and was about to go out to buy groceries.

"That won't do, Third Uncle, don't stop me. Good wine goes well with good food. I don't have any good food at home to go with your good wine."

Xu Damao didn't say anything, he pushed the bike out of the courtyard, got on his bicycle and disappeared.

"Look at Damao, Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong. You two guys only know how to cheat me out of my wine!"

Yan Bugui muttered to himself as he walked towards his home, and by chance he met an old man named Yi Zhonghai.

"Brother Yan, your sister-in-law cut two pickled eggs and made some tofu today. Shall we have some drinks later?"

Yi Zhonghai warmly invited Yan Bugui to his home for a drink.

"Okay, but I'm out of wine at home. Let's try some good wine from Brother Yi's house today."

Yan Bugui replied cheerfully.

"Brother Yan, stop joking. Others may not know, but Haizhong and I know, right? We have a lot of wine at home, brother."

"Oh, that's unfortunate. A few days ago, a man from the south came to recycle wine. I saw that the price was quite high, so I sold all the wine at home. You know I don't like drinking this stuff."

"Oh, so, normally when we drink, my brother Haizhong and I serve the dishes, and you serve the wine. If your wine is gone, we can't drink anymore, right?"

"Then don't drink! Anyway, I only drink half a glass of wine in the past. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first!"

Yan Bugui waved his hand in boredom and went straight back to his home.

"When did Yan Bugui finally come to his senses? I won't be able to drink his good wine anymore!"

Yi Zhonghai also shook his head, sighed, and returned to his home.

"Give me a portion of preserved egg with ginger sauce, mutton in boiled water, fried peanuts, and shredded pig ears! Wrap them up and I'll take them away."

"Would you like it cut and seasoned?"

"want!"

"Two dollars and eighty-eight."

"I'll give you three dollars. Just take a few cakes and make up the three dollars."

Xu Damao took out three dollars and handed it over.

……

"Da Mao, what do you think about the issuance of food coupons this year?"

Yan Bugui frowned slightly, took a sip of Jiannanchun, and asked Xu Damao.

"Uncle, your words stump me. I am a young man with little education, so how can I interpret it?"

Xu Damao was bewildered. He didn't know why Yan Bugui suddenly became concerned about the country's policies. Instead of taking this kind of time, he might as well worry about his family's food.

"The year before last, cloth coupons were issued. Since then, our people's purchase of cloth has been greatly restricted. Even if you have money, it is difficult to buy cloth to make clothes."

Yan Bugui doesn't speak fast, but what he says is true and his sense of smell is very keen.