Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

After a whole day of hard work, Xu Damao felt like his body was falling apart and aching. He lay in bed for a short while before falling into a deep sleep.

Time passed by minute by minute, and in the blink of an eye it was already seven o'clock in the evening from four o'clock in the afternoon. Xu Damao finally slowly opened his eyes and stretched his body.

However, when he sat up, he began to worry about what to eat for dinner tonight. At this moment, a sound of footsteps approaching from far away came into his ears, followed by the sound of his door being gently knocked.

"Da Mao, open the door quickly!" A familiar voice came in.

When Xu Damao heard the footsteps and shouts, he immediately knew who the person was - it was the third uncle in the courtyard, Yan Bugui.

So he quickly stood up, walked quickly to the door, and reached out to open it.

Yan Bugui walked in with a smile on his face, then skillfully closed the door with his backhand and sat down steadily on the chair next to him.

As soon as he sat down, Yan Bugui couldn't wait to ask, "Da Mao, have you had dinner?"

"Not yet! I just took a short nap and was about to get up to cook, but then Teacher Yan came over! How about I cook it later and you can eat some?"

Xu Damao greeted warmly.

"No, no, I've already eaten at home. This time, I came mainly to ask about our trip to the ghost market today. Look, it's snowing, so I came to ask if you are still willing to go."

Yan Bugui secretly swallowed his saliva and explained with his hands.

After all, Xu Damao loves meat, and most of the dishes he cooks are meaty...

"Of course we have to go! The snow in this city has probably been cleared away long ago. It won't have any impact at all. It definitely won't delay us from selling goods at the ghost market." Xu Damao said with a firm face.

"Teacher Yan, could it be that you got some good stuff from those people again?" Xu Damao's eyes flashed with curiosity.

"Oh my, don't mention the good stuff! They are just the leftovers that they don't have time to sell."

"People wouldn't let me sell the really good stuff, like the golden cakes!" Yan Bugui muttered unhappily.

Hearing this, Xu Damao was even more confused: "Teacher Yan, I have always been puzzled. Why don't these people go to the ghost market to do business themselves? Instead, they have to ask you to sell it on their behalf?"

"Well... Damao, to be honest, I don't really know the details. Maybe it's because some of their children happen to be in my class, so I usually pay more attention to those children."

Yan Bugui scratched his head, a look of confusion on his face.

"Another possibility is that these guys may have committed some crime in the past and are worried about being recognized after entering the city; or they may have offended their peers in the city and are afraid of getting into trouble."

"After all, in the business of moving mountains and robbing tombs, people in the same industry are often competitors, and the relationships between them are quite complicated."

Speaking of this, Yan Bugui couldn't help but sigh.

Damao listened to Yan Bugui's ambiguous explanation and knew in his heart that he actually didn't know what the real reason was.

So he frowned and asked, "If you are just afraid of being recognized when doing business in the ghost market, then you can just cover your face. There are people like this everywhere in the ghost market anyway. Isn't it more convenient this way?"

Yan Bugui was speechless for a moment, and after a long pause he answered: "This... I didn't think of this. Well, we don't need to think so complicated anyway, as long as we can make money. Damao, when do we set out tonight?"

Damao said without hesitation: "Let's leave early today. I have to pick up Xiao'e first and then take her with me."

Hearing this, Yan Bugui was very surprised, his eyes widened and he said, "What? Damao, you actually want to take your girlfriend with you? It snowed heavily for half the night last night, and it's night now, it's freezing outside! Are you sure you want to take her with you to suffer this?"

"It's okay. Xiao'e has been to the ghost market with me before to buy and sell things, so she is very familiar with this situation!"

"And I brought a charcoal brazier with me today. If I feel cold, I can always warm myself by the fire! Let's follow the original plan and set off at 11 o'clock in the evening!" Xu Damao said with a relaxed look on his face.

"That's good! Damao, I have to go back first. I'm really sleepy. I'm going to lie down in bed for a while and rest." Yan Bugui stretched, yawned, and turned to leave.

"Okay, Teacher Yan, take care!" Xu Damao smiled and waved goodbye to Yan Bugui.

After watching Yan Bugui walk away, Xu Damao suddenly became lazy and didn't even have the heart to cook.

His eyes rolled, and he reached into his portable space, took out two pancakes, and placed them on the stove to slowly bake them.

As time went by, the pancakes gradually became steaming hot and fragrant. At this time, Xu Damao reached into his personal space again and took out a pack of braised beef slices and a plate of dried radish that he had bought earlier.

Looking at the rather sumptuous food in front of him, Xu Damao couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and then couldn't wait to devour it.

This dried radish has a great origin. It was given to Xu Damao by the hospitable village chief when he went to the village to show a movie last time.

At first, Xu Damao didn't pay much attention to this gift, but when he tasted it, he was pleasantly surprised to find that the radish was crisp, fresh and refreshing, and the taste was unexpectedly good.

After finishing his dinner in no time, Xu Damao suddenly realized a problem: it seemed inappropriate to pick up Lou Xiao'e in the middle of the night. If Lou Xiao'e went out early to wait for him, and if she didn't wait for him, wouldn't she be cold outside?

Thinking of this, Xu Damao immediately decided to change his plan. Instead of letting Lou Xiao'e suffer the cold outside, it would be better to bring her home now.

He did what he said. Xu Damao walked out of the house without hesitation. He opened the lock of the old bicycle with quick movements, then held the handlebars with both hands and slowly pushed the bicycle out of the yard.

Just as he opened the gate of the Lou family, Xu Damao pushed the cart in, and a crisp and slightly surprised voice came into Xu Damao's ears: "Da Mao, didn't you say you would pick me up in the evening? Why are you here at this time?"