Xu Damao's Thirty-Six Stratagems in Siheyuan

Once you have tasted the marrow, you will know its taste and it will be as sweet as candy.

Xu Damao took the food to He Lihua's residence on Xishiku Street. He didn't expect that He Lihua could cook delicious dishes and had already prepared them. She is really a good woman who takes care of her husband and children. What a pity.

However, it does not affect the deep communication between Xu Damao and her.

The 2,500 yuan and the emotional exchange made He Lihua confused. It seemed that she had given more than anything else in the years she and Yan Yikuan had been together. A spoiled girl at home, now she was a good cook and a good housekeeper. She had practiced all of that.

"Da Mao, can't you just not say 2,000? Why is there 500 more?"

"I guess you're not well off either. I can get by with 500 more or 500 less. You still need to have some money in your pocket. It's more reassuring. Although you have a stable job now and earn more than 100 yuan, women spend more. It's only natural. Take it. We're already in this situation, why are we still so formal? But let's make a deal. I'll really go back soon. It's not that I don't want to stay, but I want to take it slow. If you're willing."

He Lihua was actually used to being single, so it didn't matter. She had thought it through today, and it wouldn't end up with Xu Damao. It was difficult, too difficult. This was good enough.

It was really a coincidence. When Xu Damao was in Xishiku, Fang Xiaoru was talking to Yan Yikuan about the enameled jade vases in a teahouse on Qianmen Street.

After several rounds, the deal was completed for five hundred yuan, and Yan Yikuan also added a pair of pink butterflies to complete the deal.

"Master Yan, you are lucky. I will buy it for you at a high price. You can be happy."

Yan Yikuan also knew that this was the market situation. This price, even in the industry, was the ceiling. There was no other way, his own father had to be saved. As long as his father was still alive, all the friendships might still be there. Otherwise, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter, and when the wall falls, everyone pushes it down. His fate would be even more confusing.

Things are dead, but as long as people are alive, there is still a way.

The truth is simple, but not many people can understand it. Yan Yikuan is one of them.

Of course, if he knew that He Lihua would give him two thousand within two days, he would regret selling the jade huchun bottle.

There is no medicine for regret. What he could not have imagined was that just when he had scraped together 5,000 yuan and was preparing to go to the countryside to take his father to see a doctor, a telegram of mourning arrived: his parents had passed away one after another due to a heart attack.

Yan Yikuan, who was already overdrawn, suddenly had an asthma attack after spitting out a mouthful of blood. He had no medicine or companions with him, and he suffered respiratory failure and died angrily. When people found him, his body had already smelled a bit.

This major change in the family plunged He Lihua, who had just gotten over the past, into psychological trauma.

Xu Damao didn't know about it until more than half a month later. He was very busy during this period. He visited Fan Changlong at the Joint Transport Office, Wang Weiyi at the Meat Processing Plant, and Sun Shangzhi at the Textile Plant one by one, inviting them out for dinner and drinks, and other things. In addition, there was a major reshuffle of the internal personnel structure of the Red Star Factory. Although Li Huaide was still the factory director and the director of the G Committee, the financial section chief and the labor section chief were replaced, and two workshop directors were replaced. So Xu Damao didn't have anything important to do during working hours, so he usually stayed at the unit and was always ready.

In addition, my wife Gu Meifang was a little abnormal, so she went to the hospital twice. Finally, she took Chinese medicine and the pregnancy was restored. I was relieved.

Fang Xiaoru told Xu Damao about the sudden death of Yan Yikuan. Xu Damao was shocked and lamented the brevity of life.

"Xiao Ru, why do people live? What is the meaning of life? Sometimes it's hard to explain. The starting point is the womb, and the end point is the coffin. The period in between is called life. It can be long, but it can also be short. Living past the age of eighty is less than thirty thousand days. What else can't we figure out?"

"So, I want a child, which can also be regarded as continuing my life."

The dead are gone, and the living are like this.

A month later, Xu Damao found opportunities to go to Xishiku Street three times, and only then did he run into He Lihua, who looked very haggard and listless, and didn't say a word.

Xu Damao didn't say anything. He rolled up his sleeves and cooked for her and drank with her. He was just there to keep her company.

At this time, no matter what outsiders say, it will be useless. Only by walking out of it yourself can you calm down.

Fortunately, He Lihua still defeated herself and walked out of the haze. After drinking half a catty of 60-proof Fenjiu, she finished a cigarette in the smoke and said to Xu Damao who was accompanying her, "Xu, thank you, I'm fine. Death is also a kind of relief. I am not sad for Yikuan, but because Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan have always been strong and experienced in the battlefield, but they ended up like this. I don't know if I am wrong in this. So I feel a little confused, a little regretful, and a little lonely. If I could live my life again, would I still make the same choice! Now it's all in the past, everything is gone with the wind."

Xu Damao didn't say much. He went over and hugged the trembling He Lihua, carried her to the kang, and helped her wash her face with hot water. After settling her down, he repeated his old trick, first locking the door and then jumping over the wall to leave.

In mid-August, Gu Meifang gave birth prematurely, a few days before the ninth month, to two daughters through natural delivery in the hospital.

As a father-in-law, Xu Fugui felt a little regretful, but Xu Damao was quite happy. The eldest daughter was named Zhiquan, nicknamed Hanhan; the youngest daughter was named Zhiyu, nicknamed Dandan, ten minutes later. Handan means that my daughter came into this world when the lotus flowers in Kyoto were blooming. She was white and tender, and very beautiful. Anyway, Fang Xiaoru, who came to see Gu Meifang, was very eager to have a baby, and was even more determined to get pregnant.

Good things happened one after another.

In early September, Chen Zhiyu gave birth to a big fat boy.

During the National Day, Chen Zhiyong and Li Weihong from No. 95 Courtyard held a wedding with three tables in No. 95 Courtyard. The wedding room was in the three rooms of the east wing of East th Street, which was large and grand. Three turns and one sound are complete, and forty-eight legs are complete.

In October and November, the amount of goods released from the textile factory, meat processing plant, and intermodal transport office doubled. Xu Damao's team made quick arrangements and made a lot of money in these two months. Xu Damao alone earned nearly 6,000 yuan, and the other three also earned nearly 2,000 yuan.

Xu Damao also held a small meeting with the three people: This business is over this year. At the end of the year, all units will conduct strict inspections. You should also inform the downstream business units and contact them again if you need anything after the Spring Festival next year. Also, especially the mistress, don't spend money lavishly, keep a low profile. Don't spend money lavishly. Pretending to be poor is the long-term solution. Keep your mouth shut, this involves a bunch of people.

Zhang Lingyun directly stated: Damao, don't worry. Not to mention us, even my wife knows how to pretend to be poor.

That's reassuring. Xu Damao is totally confident with Fang Xiaoru. It's nothing else. Many ideas for this business this year were arranged by Fang Xiaoru. She is the real master who knows how to hide herself.