Xu Damao's Thirty-Six Stratagems in Siheyuan

The conference was held without salt or taste, but the people working the next day were very hard-working. After all, excellent courtyard houses can get some small gifts distributed by the street office before the New Year, such as melon seeds, peanuts, fruits, assorted candies, etc. The problem was solved in one morning.

Xu Damao was no exception and had to participate in group activities. Otherwise, it would not be worth it to cause public outrage.

In the afternoon, Xu Damao went to the supply and marketing cooperative again, bought two bottles of Lotus White for one yuan each, and went to Yard No. 88.

"Master Zhang, this is my gift to you. Please keep it. I am leaving now."

He put down two bottles of wine tied with hemp rope and left, without any unnecessary courtesy or requests.

This put Zhang Taihe in a passive position. She couldn't refuse to accept it, but if she accepted it, she would owe the person a favor.

It was his son Zhang Lingyun who spoke the truth.

"Dad, I think Xu Damao is quite sincere. I listened to you and did some research. He graduated from high school and joined the factory at the beginning of the year. He lives in Compound No. 95, not far from us. In June, his father was transferred to the Dongcheng Cultural Center. He learned projection technology and should be a good person. Some time ago, for some reason, he was injured when he came back from the countryside. He might have been robbed, so this kid wants to practice a few tricks. Dad, although our family's unique skills are not passed on to others, you can selectively teach him some. I think Xu Damao is not bad and can get along with him."

"Son, although our little skill is not valuable now, we are afraid that others will know about it. It is taboo for a knight to use martial arts, understand? I often tell you two brothers not to reveal anything, that's why the era of cold weapons is over. That's right. Who can go against having enough food? So, when will you find him, ask him to stand in a stance? If he can stand in a stance for more than half an hour within three months, you can teach him plum blossom stance. We also have our own Xingyi Bagua. If he is a good material, it is not impossible to take him in. Hey... who made us owe him a favor."

"Okay, Dad, I got it."

Xu Damao's plan was undoubtedly successful: it is true that one can be strong without desire. Xu Damao did not rush to learn from a master. If he could learn, he would learn. If he could not, he would practice his Tai Chi. At least he had his own set of modern training methods.

What a coincidence, it really is like this: whether you want it or not, whether you don’t want it or not. He himself didn’t expect it.

That night, Zhang Lingyun came to the No. 95 courtyard to meet Xu Damao first.

Xu Damao opened the door and saw Zhang Lingyun, still a little confused, "Who are you? What do you want from me?"

"Xu Damao, what's wrong? Are you afraid of being robbed in your courtyard? I am a guest when I come to your door, why don't you invite me in and have a seat?"

Xu Damao was indeed a little confused, but he was still quite polite.

"Brother, please. I'll make you some tea. Come, have a cigarette first." He took out a Xiangshan cigarette from his pocket and gave it to him.

"Hey, Xu Damao, senior cadres smoke Peony, mid-level cadres smoke Xiangshan, workers, peasants and soldiers smoke 23 cents, and rural cadres smoke big guns. You are of a high standard."

Xu Damao took the teacup and placed it in front of Zhang Lingyun. "Brother, I'm only 19. I seldom smoke. I don't go to the countryside often, and I can't get a penny less at work, so I can't lose face too much. I can't afford Peony, but Xiangshan is still okay."

"Da Mao, I'm Zhang Taihe's second son. My name is Zhang Lingyun. I work at a material recycling company. My eldest brother is Zhang Tengyun, in the second workshop of the Red Star Factory."

"It turns out to be Second Senior Brother." Xu Damao suddenly felt that the title of Second Senior Brother was inappropriate, but Zhang Lingyun did not react.

"Brother, I really want to learn some technical skills from your father. It's really unsafe to go to the countryside. I bought a short sword for self-defense a few days ago, but I don't know how to use it. I might end up hurting myself."

"Da Mao, do you really want to learn?"

"That's nonsense. Senior brother, please say something good to the master. I sincerely want to learn from him. I'm 19 years old, and I'm willing to be the master's son. After all, the master is also a father."

"My father said that your grandfather has done my father a favor. My father asked me to come here to teach you the Jingzhuang Kungfu. When you can stand in the Zhuangzhuang for half an hour, go to Courtyard 88 to find my father. Is it feasible?"

"That's great, brother. Is it difficult to stand still?"

"My family's ancestral Xingyi Bagua, standing still is the foundation, without the foundation everything else is just talk."

"Okay, Senior Brother, I will definitely study hard."

Zhang Lingyun explained the static standing practice very thoroughly and in detail at Xu Damao's home, and also demonstrated it on the spot. Xu Damao, with Xu Damao's cleverness, immediately understood the key points of the standing practice of Xingyi Bagua.

As the saying goes, a master can only lead you to the door, but the practice depends on yourself.

This is a solid step forward for Xu Damao.

After two hours of teaching, Xu Damao personally escorted his second senior brother Zhang Lingyun out of the compound gate before waving goodbye.

Material recycling company, damn. Isn't this a place where you can make money quickly and pick up bargains in the future?

Xu Damao was really excited. He had a clear idea of ​​the economic trend in the future. Either he had the money to buy a courtyard house, or he learned from Teacher Ma and collected old things in advance.

But this can only be done if you have money in your pocket.

At this stage, whoever is poor is glorious, and who dares to say that he is rich. There are controls everywhere, and there is no easy way to make money.

When Xu Damao returned home, he was also deeply entangled.

It was already past nine o'clock in the evening and the courtyard was almost silent. Xu Damao went out of the courtyard and went to the official toilet to solve his personal defecation problem. Unexpectedly, he ran into the blood-sucking master Qin Huairu.

"Hey, Xu Damao, wait for me, the alley entrance is too dark and I'm scared."

Xu Damao heard someone shouting from behind and turned around unconsciously. It was pitch black and he couldn't see clearly. Unexpectedly, he felt a soft bump on his body and realized there was a person behind him.

"Qin Huairu, why are you still outside? You came out so late at night, and Jia Dongxu didn't even accompany you. Aren't you afraid that a night owl will take you away?"

"Xu Damao, what are you talking about? I just got cold and had a stomachache. Let's go, it's very cold."

"Sister Jia, if you say that, I won't leave. Please go ahead. It's dark here, and I'm scared. There might be spies lying in ambush ahead. You go ahead and I'll cover you. Besides, how can I go back to the compound with you in the middle of the night? You know, rumors can kill people. I haven't even married yet."

"Xu Damao, are you still a man? You are so timid."

"Sister-in-law of the Jia family, it is not up to you to decide whether I am a man or not. I just know that your man can only show off for a minute at most, and as for whether I am a man or not, it seems to be none of your business."

"You, Xu Damao didn't expect that you are so young but have such a long mind."

"Qin Huairu, you are only two years older than me. I don't know if my intestines are long, but other parts of my body are quite long. Do you want to try a different feeling?" Xu Damao's old illness relapsed. He hugged Qin Huairu and kissed her directly, taking the opportunity to rob the fullness of her chest.

At this moment, Xu Damao suddenly had an inexplicable feeling. From this moment on, he had a sense of enlightenment and his heart was trembling: It’s over, am I going to repeat the same mistake?

Qin Huairu was also shocked. What kind of silver words was Xu Damao talking about? But he seemed to say that Dongxu was one and a half minutes each time, which seemed to be true. Could there be other different experiences? She was a little stunned, and after massaging, her whole body felt a little soft.

Xu Damao took advantage of the situation and hugged Qin Huairu, who was a little droopy. He naturally put one hand in and felt the touch accurately. He stroked it and blew into Qin Huairu's ear, "Qin Huairu, if you want to know 15 minutes of happiness, you can come to me secretly in the future. I, Xu Damao, will never let you suffer any loss."

"Xu Damao, let me go quickly, or I will scream."

"Qin Huairu, I'm single, I'm afraid of you. Oh... what a pity, such a good woman like you actually fell in love with a family like the Jia family, you'll have to bear the consequences in the future. It's really a typical case of flowers stuck in cow dung, good cabbages being eaten by pigs, what a pity."

So he let Qin Huairu go, "You go first, I'll go in later, otherwise it will ruin your reputation and make that coward Jia Dongxu beat you up, it's not worth it."

Qin Huairu angrily ran to the yard. Xu Damao took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a deep puff.

"I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse, but this bad habit seems to have been awakened."