Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

"But, this is human nature. We make a living from this! Ladies and Gentlemen, today's story ends here. Thank you for your support!"

After that, the storyteller picked up the basin and walked to the audience, muttering: "The rich can show their support with money, the poor can show their support with their presence..."

Xu Damao looked at the storyteller's back and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: This guy is really a genius. Not only is he good at speaking, but he can also tell an ordinary story so vividly and interestingly that people listen with relish.

"Boss, check out!"

"A total of 80 cents." said the boss with a smile.

Xu Damao took out a dollar from his pocket and handed it to the boss: "No need to change, the rest is for you."

"Thank you, brother!" the boss hurriedly thanked him.

Xu Damao paid the bill but did not leave. Instead, he walked slowly to the seat closest to the storyteller and sat down, watching the performance on the stage intently.

As he listened to the story, he nodded from time to time to express his agreement and was completely immersed in the plot.

When the storyteller finished a segment and took a break, Xu Damao stood up, walked slowly forward, took out fifty cents from his pocket, and gently placed it in a small basin in front of the storyteller.

"Oh, thank you very much, young man. I wish you all the best!"

The storyteller quickly clasped his fists in salute and said a lot of auspicious words to Xu Damao.

"You're welcome, you're well said. It's my duty." Xu Damao replied with a smile.

“Hehe, I suddenly want to listen to the voice of the female anchor in my previous life, such as thank you for the fifty cents, big brother, mua, big brother, six six six, big brother, mua…”

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was six in the afternoon, and the sky gradually darkened. Xu Damao walked out of the teahouse, got on his bicycle, and headed towards the warehouse.

On the way, Xu Damao passed a restaurant, he stopped the car, walked into the store and ordered a bowl of noodles with soybean paste and a plate of pork offal. When the food was served, he ate it voraciously, and soon the bowls and plates were all empty.

After finishing his meal, Xu Damao rubbed his stomach with satisfaction. After paying the bill, he got on his bike and continued walking towards the warehouse.

As night fell and the moonlight was dim, Xu Damao rode his bicycle to the fork in the road leading to the warehouse. He stopped the bike and looked around vigilantly, scanning the sparse houses on both sides of the street. After confirming that no one was following him, he turned the bike around and rode towards the warehouse.

This place is remote, with few people visiting during the day and even quieter at night. Xu Damao rode his bike through a quiet forest and finally stopped at a secluded spot next to the warehouse. He carefully put the bike into his personal space and quietly walked towards the wall of the warehouse.

The wall was made of bricks made of straw and mud, and was two and a half meters high, but this was not a difficult task for Xu Damao. He jumped up lightly, grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, and then pushed his arms hard, and the whole person climbed over the wall like a monkey, with neat and silent movements.

"Hehe! With my skills, I'd be missing out if I don't become a thief!" Xu Damao thought proudly, with a sly smile on his face.

He took out a key and turned it gently, and the warehouse door slowly opened. He tiptoed into the warehouse and looked around to make sure no one noticed his actions. Then, he took out a pile of heavy food from his personal space and carefully placed it in the corner of the warehouse.

This warehouse was used exclusively for corn and cornmeal, while the other held wheat and flour.

Xu Damao secretly calculated in his mind and decided to put 100 tons of grain in each warehouse.

Just a dozen seconds later, when he saw the mountain of food in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little hesitant.

Finally, he made up his mind and decided to put in fifty tons of cornmeal and fifty tons of corn first. It was too much, and Mr. Liu probably couldn't eat so much!

Just do it! Xu Damao took out the piles of food from the warehouse in his portable space without hesitation and stacked them neatly on the floor of the warehouse. As time went by, the amount of food in the warehouse gradually increased, forming a small mountain.

After completing the task of the first warehouse, Xu Damao quickly moved to the second warehouse. With the same steps and the same caution, he put fifty tons of wheat and fifty tons of flour into the warehouse in an orderly manner. Seeing the warehouse filled up, he nodded with satisfaction, feeling a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

Finally, Xu Damao carefully checked the warehouses to make sure there were no traces or clues left. He locked the doors of the two warehouses, then quietly climbed over the wall from the back, put his hands in his pockets, and walked leisurely to the main road.

He strolled along the main road, enjoying the quiet and coolness of the night. After walking about a few hundred meters, he came to a dark and quiet alley.

There was no light here, only darkness. Xu Damao skillfully took out a bicycle from his personal space, got on the saddle, pedaled, and drove towards the courtyard where Cuinong lived.

The wheels rolled, making a slight sound, breaking the silence of the street. Xu Damao rode his bike through the darkness and soon arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

"Cuinong, open the door!" Xu Damao stood at the gate of the courtyard, knocked on the door gently a few times, and called softly.

"Da Mao, I'm right there. Have you eaten?" A soft female voice came from the yard. It was Zhao Fangfang.

Then, footsteps approached from afar and finally stopped at the door. A white and slender hand reached out and unlocked the door.

"I've eaten, Sister Fang, how are you feeling recently? Are you feeling unwell? It's getting late now, you should go to bed early."

After Xu Damao walked into the yard, he closed the door, then took Zhao Fangfang's little hand and asked with concern.

"I'm in good health. I just had dinner with Cuinong. I don't want to go to bed so early." Zhao Fangfang replied with a smile.

"Where is Cuinong?" Xu Damao looked around and did not see the familiar figure, so he asked.

"She went to the bathroom. She was probably embarrassed to come out after seeing you in the yard. Let's go inside and talk." Zhao Fangfang said as she lowered her voice, stood on tiptoe, leaned close to Xu Damao's ear, and exhaled a breath of hot air.

Xu Damao smelled a fresh fragrance, that was the smell of a woman. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated and his blood boiled.

Xu Damao was pulled into the room by Zhao Fangfang, and the two sat on the bed and started chatting. They first asked each other about their recent life, and then the topic gradually turned to Cuinong.