Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

"Uncle Zhao, there is a lot of food here, and there is a lot of corn and cornmeal in another warehouse. You only brought these five carriages here? I'm afraid it's not enough?" Outside the yard, Zhang Tietou looked at Uncle Zhao with some confusion and asked.

Uncle Zhao smiled and replied, "Five carriages are definitely not enough, but if there are more, it will be too conspicuous, and there is not enough space at the entrance of this warehouse to accommodate so many carriages."

Zhang Tietou was still a little worried after hearing this, and continued to ask: "What should we do? How long will it take to transport so much food?"

Uncle Zhao patted Zhang Tietou on the shoulder and consoled him, "Don't worry, little brother. There are several carriages waiting on the roadside not far away. When a carriage full of goods goes out, the carriages outside will see it and send a carriage over here. In this way, the efficiency of transportation can be guaranteed."

Zhang Tietou nodded, but still a little worried, and asked again: "But, both humans and horses need to rest, what if they get too tired?"

Uncle Zhao smiled and said, "I have already considered this, so today I specifically talked to Uncle Liu and asked him to help me prepare more carriages."

"Second Master is really amazing. I don't know how he did it, but he sent more than a dozen carriages to me. This way, I don't have to worry about people and horses getting too tired."

Zhang Tietou finally felt relieved after hearing this and said with a smile: "So that's how it is, Uncle Zhao, you are really thoughtful!"

"And the Second Master also said that the wages for those who come to work today will be doubled. Look at those porters, they are working so hard!"

Uncle Zhao said this excitedly, pointing to the busy porters moving back and forth. They seemed to be encouraged by the doubled wages, and they were full of energy and had extra strength to move the goods.

"Haha! Second Master is so generous. Actually, I respect him a lot."

Hearing this, Zhang Tietou couldn't help but laugh out loud, expressing his admiration for the Second Master. He thought that the Second Master was not only generous and magnanimous, but also had no airs, which made people admire him.

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But after all, people are not made of iron. No matter how capable the porters are, they need to rest when they are tired, and the horses pulling the carts also need to eat some grass and rest.

By the time Uncle Zhao replaced the second wave of movers, it was already past three in the morning.

"Brother, it's already past three o'clock. I'm afraid..."

Uncle Zhao looked at his watch and said to Zhang Tietou helplessly.

"Then just pull as much as you can. There's nothing we can do about it. I'll talk to my eldest brother about this later and see what he says."

Zhang Tietou had no choice but to wait for Xu Damao to come back and make the decision.

"Little brother, what I mean is that we should work on it for half the night, that would be fine, you can talk to your elder brother about it."

Uncle Zhao handed over a cigarette and made his proposal.

"Okay, I'll tell my eldest brother when he comes back."

Zhang Tietou took the cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and blew out a smoke ring.

……

In Xisha Village, after Xu Damao finished showing the movie, he had a good sleep in the house arranged by the village chief.

The next morning, before daybreak, Xu Damao got up early and pushed his bicycle out of the yard because he was worried about the grain business of Zhang Tietou and Huang Genwang.

"Comrade projectionist, please have breakfast before you leave."

When the village chief saw this, he began to try to persuade Xu Damao to stay for breakfast.

"No need, brother. There is other work in this factory. I have to go back early."

Xu Damao politely declined the village chief's kindness.

"Then take this!"

The village chief handed a small basket to Xu Damao.

This small basket is quite uniquely woven, small and exquisite, about the size of a human head.

"This little basket is pretty, what's in it?"

Xu Damao asked curiously.

"Hey, don't be afraid of being laughed at by the projectionist. Our village doesn't have anything to show off. These are just ordinary dried radishes, but they taste pretty good. My daughter made them. Even this small basket was made by her when she had nothing else to do."

"Really? Your daughter is really clever and skillful. I'll accept the gift. The basket looks really exquisite. Thank you, brother!"

Xu Damao was secretly happy but remained calm on the surface. While saying thank you, he secretly looked at the basket and dried radishes in front of him.

He thought to himself: "This old man is really a real person, sending so many dried radishes.

After Xu Damao finished speaking, he took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into the village chief's pocket. Then he got on his bike and headed towards the capital.

Xu Damao didn't even have breakfast on the way. He drove at lightning speed, his pedals smoking, and arrived in the capital before noon.

When we arrived outside the store in the warehouse compound, we found that the outer door was not locked, but only fastened from the inside, and it was obvious that there was someone inside.

Xu Damao parked his bicycle at the door, went around to the back of the warehouse, easily climbed over the wall, and came to the door of the wheat warehouse. He saw a copper lock hanging on it, and it was obvious that there was no one inside.

Xu Damao came to the warehouse where the corn was stored again. He found that the door of the warehouse was actually ajar, and he could vaguely hear a slight snoring coming from inside. He felt a little suspicious and carefully pushed the door open and walked in.

After entering the warehouse, Xu Damao saw Zhang Tietou at a glance. He was lying on the ground and sleeping soundly, wearing a coat, with a thick straw mat under him and a mattress on top.

This guy was covered with a thick quilt, and he looked very comfortable. Xu Damao looked at the remaining corn and cornmeal in the warehouse, and roughly guessed the truth of the matter.

Xu Damao did not wake up Zhang Tietou, but walked straight to the straw mat, sat down, then took out a Daqianmen cigarette, lit it and smoked quietly.

At this time, Zhang Tietou was sleeping soundly and suddenly smelled smoke.

He didn't care at first and planned to continue sleeping, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: This is a warehouse, and I'm the only one here, where does the smell of smoke come from?

Thinking of this, Zhang Tietou woke up instantly and opened his eyes. When he saw that it was Xu Damao sitting in front of him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, brother, it's you. I was scared to death." Zhang Tietou was about to sit up, but as if all his bones were pulled out, he fell back onto the bed limply.

His eyes were wide open, as if he had just had a nightmare.

"Brother, there were too many goods in the warehouse yesterday. Mr. Liu and his gang were busy all night, but they haven't finished moving them yet. They will be finished around midnight tonight." Zhang Tietou explained with a flattering look on his face, with a hint of ingratiation in his tone.