Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

He smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Yan, let's make an appointment. I'm quite busy recently, how about in a few days? I'll let you know the specific time then."

Yan Bugui looked at the cigarette handed to him by Xu Damao and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He reached out to take the cigarette, gently put it in his mouth to light it, and then took a deep breath.

"Okay then, Damao, I'll go back first."

Yan Bugui chatted for a few more words and then stood up to go back.

"Okay, Mr. Yan, I'll help you take these things back."

Xu Damao stood up and prepared to take Yan Bugui back with two bowls. After all, Yan Bugui was carrying a large basket.

"No need, Damao, just sit down! I can do it myself."

Yan Bugui smiled and waved his hand, motioning Xu Damao to sit down.

"Teacher Yan, can you finish it?"

Xu Damao asked with some concern.

At this moment, Yan Bugui poured half a bowl of chicken and half a bowl of pig's trotters into the pot, then picked up the pot and walked out.

"Da Mao, I'll go back and clean your pot and bring it to you later. You can take the basket in no time."

Yan Bugui's voice came from outside the door. Xu Damao couldn't help laughing and sat back on the stool.

"Hey, you have to take this pot of meat soup away, it's delicious when you dip it in steamed bread!"

On the way, Yan Bugui talked to himself with a satisfied smile on his face.

Yan Bugui held the iron pot tightly and hurried back home.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, he couldn't wait to pour all the meat and soup in the pot into two large bowls.

When he saw some broth still remaining on the wall of the pot, a trace of greed flashed in Yan Bugui's eyes. He took out the key without hesitation to unlock the cabinet, took out a steamed bun from it, broke off a piece, and carefully wiped the wall of the pot, not leaving out any drop of broth.

Finally, he stuffed the steamed bread soaked in broth into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it. His satisfied expression was as if he was not eating steamed bread, but delicacies from land and sea.

After washing the pot clean, Yan Bugui took small steps and walked quickly to Xu Damao's house and put the pot next to the stove.

"Da Mao, the pot has been washed, I'm leaving now." Yan Bugui said with a smile on his face.

Xu Damao didn't even look at him and replied casually, "Yeah, I see."

Yan Bugui glanced at the basket and saw that nothing was missing, so he smiled contentedly. He picked up his things, left a jade piece, and prepared to leave.

"Teacher Yan, take care. I won't see you off." Xu Damao said without raising his head.

After Yan Bugui left, Xu Damao went to take a walk around the portable space. Seeing the space had become much larger, Xu Damao felt happy.

"This is a paradise on earth. There are still too few varieties of vegetables and fruits. Let Huang Genwang and Zhang Tietou collect some vegetable and fruit seeds tomorrow."

Xu Damao muttered to himself in his heart, he looked at the scene in front of him and said with emotion.

If more varieties could be grown, they would have more delicious food to enjoy.

Thinking of this, Xu Damao decided to take action. He planned to find Huang Genwang and Zhang Tietou and ask them to help collect some vegetable and fruit seeds.

They didn't need too many, just a dozen of each would be enough. In this way, if they could successfully grow these fruits and vegetables, they would have a steady supply of seed resources.

Moreover, the ripening cycle of both grains and vegetables in their own space is very short, which means they can harvest the fruits faster.

Xu Damao is full of expectations for the future, as if he has already seen a scene of a bumper harvest.

After planning for a while, Xu Damao returned to his room contentedly. He lay on the bed, closed his eyes and went to sleep.

The next morning, when Xu Damao woke up, he was surprised to find that the weather outside the window was extremely bad.

The howling north wind blew violently, and the entire capital was shrouded in yellow sand. For a moment, the sky of the capital became dim and the visibility was extremely low.

This was not the smog in Beijing that Xu Damao had experienced in his previous life, but a real sandstorm! There were almost no pedestrians on the streets outside. Even if someone occasionally appeared, they were all wearing homemade masks and "golden armor" and hurried by.

Xu Damao couldn't help but sigh: "When will the Three North Shelterbelt Project, a century-long project, be started? We have been hit by so many sandstorms this winter!"

He knows that only through large-scale afforestation can the ravages of sandstorms be effectively curbed. He hopes that in the future, this land can be better protected and people will no longer be troubled by sandstorms.

Xu Damao still remembers that in his previous life, in 2006, the capital city was hit by a sandstorm. The sky was yellow and the sun could not be seen at all.

According to statistics, the sandstorm dropped more than 300,000 tons of sand on Beijing. If we calculate based on the population of 15 million at the time, each person could get more than 20 kilograms of sand on average...

However, compared with the current sandstorm, the one in the previous life was nothing.

Xu Damao sighed and rode his bicycle forward with difficulty in the yellow sand.

He knew in his heart that the current society had just been established and had just experienced the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. The country was facing various problems and difficulties. The Three North Shelterbelt Project was not the most urgent task.

"It will take more than 20 years before construction can begin," Xu Damao lamented.

When the Three North Shelterbelt Project was first launched, the survival rate of the saplings was very low, and the workers lived in extremely harsh conditions, usually only living in low-rise adobe houses. After a sandstorm, these adobe houses would be half buried by sand!

Xu Damao put on a mask and a hat, leaving only his eyes exposed, and trudged through the sandstorm to the steel mill. As soon as he reached the door, he quickly took off his hat and gloves and patted the thin layer of sand on his body, but the sand was too fine to be patted off.

Walking into the house, Xu Damao saw Brother Zhao at a glance. He quickly walked up to him, handed him a big front door, and asked, "Brother Zhao, what is your mission today?"

Brother Zhao took the cigarette, lit it in his mouth, took a deep breath, then frowned and complained: "In this horrible weather, what kind of mission can we have? Damao, don't play anymore. The sand is very fine and can't be removed. It can only be washed clean with water."

Xu Damao asked anxiously: "Then what should I do today?"

Brother Zhao smiled and said, "How about this, I'll give you a document and you just sit at that table and look at the document. If the leader has a temporary screening task, I will arrange for you to do it then." After that, Brother Zhao handed the document in his hand to Xu Damao.