Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

As she spoke, she shook her head gently, indicating that she really could not do anything.

However, Xu Damao was not willing to give in, and immediately suggested: "Why not ask your sister Man to help? She must be well-connected in this village and knows a lot of people, so it won't be difficult for her to find a carriage."

After saying this, he looked at Zhang Meifang with expectant eyes, as if he thought this method would definitely work.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Meifang finally nodded and agreed: "Okay, it seems this is the only way for now." Although she was still a little uneasy, but things had come to this point, she could only bite the bullet and ask Sister Man to give it a try.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something important, he slapped his head and said quickly, "Oh, Sister Meifang, I almost forgot. I have to trouble you to help me find a place to live. I'm new here and I'm unfamiliar with the place. I'm really in the dark."

As he said this, he looked at Zhang Meifang with a pleading expression.

Hearing this, Zhang Meifang nodded gently and responded, "Well... OK, I'll help you find a suitable place to live later."

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly turned her head away, not daring to look Xu Damao in the eye. At the same time, a faint blush quietly appeared on her fair cheeks, as beautiful as a peach blossom in full bloom in spring.

At this moment, Zhang Meifang thought to herself, "Huh, why is this guy so stupid? Why doesn't he just live in my room? Why is he looking for a place to stay?"

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a wave of shyness rising in her heart. Her face, which was originally just slightly flushed, instantly turned red. The blush even spread to her ears, making her look even more shy and cute.

In order to cover up her abnormality, Zhang Meifang turned around, suddenly squatted down, then reached out and pulled out a huge box from under the bed with great effort.

She gently opened the box and carefully took out an exquisite costume. The costume was brightly colored and finely embroidered, and it was obvious that it was worth a lot of money.

"Here, this is it. I wonder if you can understand these things?"

Zhang Meifang held the robe in both hands and handed it to Xu Damao, her eyes revealing a hint of anticipation and curiosity.

Xu Damao took the robe, looked at it carefully for a few seconds, then put it aside and replied nonchalantly, "Hey, I've learned a lot of things, so I can understand a little bit of everything."

"Sister Meifang, take a look at this. This is a costume from the Qing Dynasty! It is made of silk, feels smooth and delicate, and has a bright luster. Look at these two sleeves. Wow, the workmanship is simply exquisite, the stitches are fine and even, and the embroidery threads are colorful and vivid. If you meet a buyer who knows the goods and likes it, I estimate that it can be sold for dozens of dollars!"

Xu Damao held the robe carefully and introduced it to Zhang Meifang excitedly.

"But this is probably a precious item left to you by your master. I'm sure you won't be willing to sell it. So keep it well. After all, it is full of memories and thoughts."

Xu Damao said with a smile.

"Yeah, Damao, you're right. There are quite a few treasures like this in here, some of which I really don't even want to touch for fear of damaging them."

"Oh, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go eat first. My stomach is rumbling." With that, Zhang Meifang stood up and walked towards the door.

Seeing this, Xu Damao hurriedly caught up, but his eyes unconsciously fell on Zhang Meifang who was walking in front.

Her slender waist like a willow swayed gently with her steps, just like a nimble water snake. Xu Damao couldn't help but feel his heart fluttering, and his throat felt dry and his mouth hot.

The two of them quickly came to the kitchen. Zhang Meifang deftly scooped out a large bowl of fragrant chicken from the pot and placed it in front of Xu Damao. She then turned around and took out a somewhat blackened steamed bun from the cupboard and handed it to Xu Damao.

Xu Damao took the steamed bun, frowned slightly as he looked at it, and then took a small bite hesitantly.

However, as soon as he took a bite, his brows furrowed even tighter, as if they could pinch a fly to death.

"Da Mao, are you not used to it? I'm really sorry, but we don't have any white flour at home right now, so you can only eat this steamed bun to fill your stomach first." Zhang Meifang explained with a little apology.

"Oh, it's okay! I bought some sesame cakes before I came here, let's eat them together. Oh, by the way, let me tell you a story. When I was in the capital, I saw a grain store selling white flour. At that time, I thought that this stuff might be hard to buy in the future, so I quickly bought a bag." Xu Damao said proudly.

"It's such a fate that I can meet your sister Meifang today! I'll give you this bag of flour!" He said with a smile as he walked towards the yard.

"Oh, you can't do that, Damao! Flour is so precious, how can I accept such a big gift from you!" Zhang Meifang quickly waved her hand to refuse.

"Hey, Sister Meifang, why are you being so polite to me? It's easy for me to get this stuff in the city. But you have to hide this flour well and make sure it's not seen by outsiders, so as to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Xu Damao said this nonchalantly. He skillfully held the bag of flour tightly between his waist with his right hand, and walked into the kitchen with big strides while holding a paper bag in his left hand.

"Oh my God! Such a big bag of noodles, it must weigh at least 100 kilograms, right?" Zhang Meifang widened her eyes and shouted in surprise.

"That's right, a full 100 kilograms! I'll put it here in the corner first. Sister Meifang, remember to find some firewood to cover it later."

As Xu Damao spoke, he gently put down the heavy bag of white flour, then casually opened the yellow straw paper in his hand, took out a few baked cakes from it, carefully stuffed them into the furnace, and slowly baked them with the charcoal fire that had not yet been extinguished.

"Da Mao, look at this bag of noodles. It should be expensive, right? Otherwise... otherwise, forget about the money for the screen and just use this bag of noodles to offset it."

Zhang Meifang lowered her voice and seemed a little embarrassed when she made the suggestion.

"Oh, that won't do! Sister Meifang, how can I take advantage of you? You treated me to such delicious chicken, so it's only natural for me to give you a bag of noodles."

"Besides, I'll have to trouble you to help me find a place for me to stay later."