Siheyuan: Xu Damao's New Life

Sha Zhu was very proud in his heart, his title of God of War was not boasted, plus he returned to work in the cafeteria a few days ago, and had that kind of relationship with his goddess Qin Huairu. It can be said that he was in high spirits and could see all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.

But his pride disappeared when he saw his opponent. A burly man stood opposite the wrestling arena. He was a head and a half taller than Sha Zhu and was also very strong. This was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that he was wearing ethnic costumes today. He was Mongolian!

There was only a whistle, and the Mongolian man smiled at Sha Zhu and made a gesture of invitation. The man's name was Bayingerile, and everyone generally called him Bayin. His ancestors were from the Eight Banners of Mongolia, but after the Kangxi and Qianlong periods, he lived in the city for a long time and was heavily sinicized. He now works in the forging workshop.

Sha Zhu didn't understand what the gesture meant, and thought it was a provocation, so he got angry. He then came to the strong man, bent down, and put his arms on the strong man's shoulders. Seeing this, the strong man also got ready and put his hands on Sha Zhu's shoulders.

"I bet that Shazhu will lose badly. Is there anyone who wants to bet?"

"Bah, Er Gouzi, do you think everyone else is stupid? Isn't this obvious?"

At the sound of a whistle, Sha Zhu took the lead and stretched out his foot to hook the strong man's feet, and hooked him!

Silly Zhu starts to exert his strength, huh?

Try harder, hmm!

Sha Zhu used all his strength to suck milk, his face turned red, but the strong man did not move at all, and even stood up straight.

People around were cheering for the two of them. Of course, given Sha Zhu's popularity in the factory, most of these people were cheering for Bayin!

"Throw it to death, idiot! Throw it to death, idiot!"

Sha Zhu was even more angry when he heard this, and wanted to rush out and beat that man up. Bayin was also very excited after hearing everyone's encouragement, and he grabbed Sha Zhu and twisted his body to get behind him, then used all his strength to throw Sha Zhu over his shoulder.

Sha Zhu fell so hard that he saw stars and someone next to him was making fun of him.

"Silly Zhu, can you do this?"

"Isn't he stupid because of the fall?"

"You lost without even making it through one round. How shameful! How shameful!"

Sha Zhu's eyes turned bloodshot due to the excitement from everyone. He stood up and rushed towards Bayin again.

According to statistics from people who were present at the time, Sha Zhu fell 18 times in a row that day. In the end, he could not get up and had to be carried away. This statement was also confirmed by the fact that Sha Zhu later took a week off.

Yan Jiecheng knew that he was not good at sprinting, so he signed up for the men's 3,000-meter long-distance race and even achieved good results. In order not to affect the sprint race, the long-distance race was held on the road in the factory area.

At the beginning of the race, he ran fairly standardly, always slightly behind the team. But when he ran halfway, things started to get weird.

The one running in front was a young man who had just joined the factory. As he was unfamiliar with the factory area, he lost his way while running and ran towards a fork in the road. The people behind him didn't look carefully, so one after another ran the wrong way.

The team that Yan Jiecheng was in did not run the wrong way. At this time, there were only 500 meters left to the finish line. There were many people around to cheer everyone up and wait for the results. Everyone was encouraged and started to speed up.

When he ran the last 200 meters, Yan Jiecheng actually had no strength left, but he glanced at the crowd and saw his wife. He couldn't embarrass himself in front of his wife, otherwise he might not be able to go to bed that night, so Yan Jiecheng's adrenaline was secreted at a high speed, and he ran forward desperately like a mad bull.

Just at this moment, one of the people running in the front got a calf cramp and fell down. The people behind him didn't have time to dodge and fell down. Yan Jiecheng took advantage of the situation and successfully overtook everyone to come to the third place and maintained his position until the end.

The referee at the finish line wrote on the spot and gave Yan Jiecheng a third-place certificate and told him that he could go to the award ceremony at the square to collect his reward.

Yu Li was very happy to see her husband won the third place, so she ran over to support him. She held the certificate in her little hand, looked at it over and over again, and praised her husband a few words, which made Yan Jiecheng feel a little embarrassed.

The couple walked for a while, and Yan Jiecheng took the kettle from his wife, drank a few sips and said, "Wife, there is a reward for the third place, let's go and get the reward."

"Well, what's the reward? Where can I get it?"

"Three pounds of pork and two towels. There's a special prize collection area over there in the square."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go there quickly."

Xu Damao's rope skipping competition had also ended early, and he had already run to the awarding area to distribute prizes for the second and third place winners and encouragement prizes for the top rankings. As for the first place prize, it would be distributed by the leaders on the rostrum after the sports meeting.

"Brother Damao, I'm here to receive the award."

Xu Damao looked at Yan Jiecheng for a few times and said, "Not bad, Jiecheng. You got a good ranking for your physique. Let me see what place you got."

Yu Li quickly handed over the certificate she had just won. "Brother Damao, my son Jie Cheng won third place."

Xu Damao took the certificate and looked at it. "Okay, your solution is good. Wait a moment. I'll go get something for you."

Xu Damao stood up and took a piece of pork and two towels that had been weighed in advance from where the prizes were placed at the back and walked back.

"Here, but don't come to me for it again!" Xu Damao joked, and then registered Yan Jiecheng's award information.

"Brother, that's definitely not possible. Let's go watch the game first."

"Go, go, I'm busy and don't have time to entertain you." Xu Damao waved his hand.

Xu Damao was so busy that he worked until lunch. In the afternoon, there were some finals of events, mainly short-distance running. As for the workers, they could come if they wanted to, and it would be like a day off.

Yan Jiecheng and his wife carried the meat and towels back to the courtyard, and they showed off to acquaintances from the steel mill when they met them on the way.

"Hey, Uncle Liu, what do you think of the pork I won from the competition?"

"Brother Wang, have you signed up for the competition today? I participated and won a prize."

The couple quickly returned to the courtyard. Before they even entered the house, Yan Jiecheng shouted at the top of his voice, "Mom, let's have meat stew for lunch today. I won third place in a competition, and the factory awarded me three pounds of pork belly!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Ruihua came out of the house, "Wow, such a big piece of meat! My son has grown up. Mom will cook meat for you right away!"

"Mom, it's hot now and the meat can't be left out, so just cook it all."

"Okay, I'll add some vermicelli and stew it in a big pot."

Soon the smell of meat wafted from the Yan family's home. People passing by asked Yan Jiecheng, who was sitting at the door, about the matter. Then everyone in the courtyard knew that the eldest son of the Yan family had won a place in the competition and was rewarded with three pounds of meat.

In the afternoon, the fierce competition continued. After two hours of competition, the champions of each event were finally decided.

The leaders presented certificates and prizes to the champions on the rostrum and took a group photo as a souvenir. Finally, with the leaders' speeches, the sports meeting came to a successful conclusion.