Siheyuan: Xu Damao, I want to go to the moon

Xu Damao was very embarrassed now. He didn't know how to solve the language barrier, so he had to explain with gestures and waving his hands.

"I, Xu Damao." He pointed at himself and patted his chest.

"￥&*#￥"

"Here, the moon. This is the moon. Moon, do you understand?" He pointed to the ground again, indicating that this was the moon.

"&&%%*#￥"

"Over there, the earth, earth!" Xu Damao pointed to the earth outside the window and explained to her.

“￥&￥#￥&*”

"I, Xu Damao, am the master here. Master, The moon!"

“%￥￥#&”

"What's your name?"

“%￥&**&”

Xu Damao was wrong about one thing. Madagascar was a French colony...

The official languages ​​on the island are Malagasy and French, and his broken English is of no use.

Xu Damao was completely at a loss as he was talking at cross purposes.

"Forget it, if you don't understand, then don't understand. Anyway, you just need to stay here for a day, and I'll take you back when the time is up."

Xu Damao was about to leave, but when he saw the blood on the woman's body, he thought about it, walked to the shelf, and took out the gentian violet, gauze, and anti-inflammatory tablets that the doctor had given him when he was discharged from the hospital.

He squatted in front of the woman again and tried to communicate with her.

"This, this small bottle, contains medicine purple, which is used for disinfection." He put the medicine purple on the ground, then pointed at the bottle and said to the woman.

"Have you seen this gauze? It's used for bandaging."

"This pill is for anti-inflammatory purposes."

He was about to help apply the medicine directly, but the woman retracted her feet in fear. Xu Damao naturally would not shamelessly help her anymore. He put the things away and went back to the shelf to get some food.

There were not many things, just a few steamed corn bread and white flour buns bought on the roadside in the morning, and some Cuban candies, White Rabbit, and Golden Rooster biscuits bought from the supply and marketing cooperative.

With some carbohydrates and sugar, you should have no problem getting through the day.

He placed everything in front of the woman and pointed to the sink not far away.

"Water, water, it's over there, go drink it when you are thirsty."

As for whether the water source is clean or not, Xu Damao doesn't care. It is 1958 now. Where can he get clean bottled water for her?

Anyway, Xu Damao did everything he could to help and rescued her from the fire. Whether she can survive depends on herself.

Besides, with burns of this degree, it should be no problem for him to survive for a day, right?

We saved her life, gave her medicine and food, just hoping that she could live here for 24 hours. Is that too much?

I, Xu Damao, am such a good person!

Xu Damao stood up, pointed at the door and said to her, "I'm going back to Earth. Come back in the evening. You stay here by yourself. Eat when you're hungry or thirsty, and drink when you're thirsty."

If he doesn't go back now, once China turns to the other side, it will be inconvenient for Xu Damao to go back.

Then he walked into the airlock without looking back. After another round of ozone disinfection, the outer door opened.

Xu Damao thought about it, left his homemade clothes in the airlock, and then walked out naked.

The woman hurriedly staggered to her feet and leaned on the window of the airlock. She banged on the window, as if she had something to say and seemed afraid to be alone here.

But Xu Damao didn't hear it, because it was a vacuum outside and no sound could be transmitted at all.

And she doesn't have the authority here, so the system won't open the door for her.

So she went to the window inside and knocked on it hard, but it was still in vain.

Xu Damao walked to the surface of the moon, but as if he wanted to confirm something, he turned around and looked over here, just in time to see the woman knocking on the window.

He smiled, waved his hand, and lip-synced -

"I'll come back in the evening - bye!"

Then he put one hand on his waist, pointed at the earth with the other, and shouted a middle school slogan:

"Gaia!"

【Teleport! 】

Then, in front of the woman's stunned expression, he turned into a ray of light and rushed towards the earth!

After Xu Damao left, the woman looked at the earth and muttered to herself.

"Earth—tikiu?"

"Moon-ngiadkiu?"

"Xu da mao?"

"Is he a god?"

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December 1958, 12, Friday, the ninth day of the eleventh month of the lunar calendar.

Suitable for: demolishing houses, breaking down walls, curing illnesses, and not doing anything else;

Taboo: Migration, moving into new house.

Xu Damao was a little confused when he looked at what was written on the perpetual calendar.

It is suitable for curing diseases, so the girl on the moon should not be a big problem? The medicine I gave should have some effect, right?

As for the others, Xu Damao said he couldn't understand them, so he just ignored them.

If you don't understand it, it's superstition! Not advisable!

Early in the morning, Xu Damao left half of the local specialties for the old couple, rode his bicycle to the steel mill, and put the things into the space on the way. During the mission acceptance period, the portable space was disabled on the moon to prevent Xu Damao from cheating, but there was no restriction on Earth.

Although there are few roadside breakfast shops, you can still find a few, as well as some small vendors. Xu Damao received a compensation of 1,000 yuan from Sha Zhu yesterday, so he is not short of money at all. He has saved more than 600 yuan in the past few years, so why is he so much less than Sha Zhu?

Firstly, Xu Damao is much more generous than Sha Zhu, and spends money on more things, from clothes to snacks and cigarettes, he is much more particular than Sha Zhu, not to mention that he also helped widows when he went to the countryside in the past two years;

Secondly, Sha Zhu entered the steel rolling mill in 54, which means he worked two years longer than Xu Damao. He would secretly take on some banquet work from time to time, and could bring some food back after eating in the canteen, so he didn't spend much money on his life.

Thirdly, Yu Shui is still in school, so it won’t cost much.

The most important thing is that Jia Dongxu has not yet been hanged on the wall. Although Qin Huairu would come and cry and ask for money at the end of every month, it was not the time when Jia Dongxu died yet, and Qin Huairu had not yet turned evil, so the amount she borrowed was not much.

After a while, this guy really saved up a lot - the key is that he had no place to spend it, and he thought it would be used as his wife's capital, and also as a dowry after the rain. But in the end, all of it was saved by Xu Damao.

So Xu Damao, who has money, buys everything!

Are you kidding? There will be a natural disaster next year. If we don’t stockpile now, when will we?

"Master, give me a tray of buns."

"Master, I bought all the sesame cakes in this batch, please help me pack them up."

"Wow! These dough sticks are fried beautifully! I want all the rest!"

“This focal ring—”

Looking at the people behind him who were queuing up neatly but glaring at him, Xu Damao shrank his neck - it seemed like he had gone too far. He had bought everything, so what would others eat?

"Just two, just two."

After taking the things, Xu Damao slipped away with his head down. If it weren't for the fact that he was riding a bicycle and perhaps had some status, someone would have probably taught him a lesson.

Xu Damao was not afraid of being beaten, but if the matter got out of hand and the police came to investigate why he bought so many things for breakfast, it would be difficult to explain.

A rough calculation showed that he had bought at least 20 servings of food, even though they were divided into several stalls - are you trying to make a profit or are you trying to feed the spies?

He was very cunning and did not go to the state-owned restaurant to buy food in order to avoid attracting attention, but the extremely low prices made him buy so much that he almost forgot that he had to keep a low profile.

Finally, I found a Muslim restaurant and had a bowl of beef ramen, which was considered a good breakfast.

If there is no vermicelli for breakfast, Xu Damao from the future will be very uncomfortable. It will be another day of missing fried noodles with soybean sauce, hot dry noodles, Hunan rice noodles, duck blood vermicelli, and cold noodles...

However, the beef ramen at this time actually contains large pieces of beef!

It’s a good thing I don’t have a mobile phone, otherwise I would at least shoot a store exploration Vlog and post it directly on Xiaohongshu, Weibo, Bilibili and Moments!

Give the boss a thumbs up! Honest!

It was not until Xu Damao entered the factory that he finally did the math and found that he had spent less than 5 yuan on all the hard work this morning... Mainly because he did not have enough tickets and it was not convenient to make large purchases.

But I still have more than 1,600 yuan on me... When will I be able to spend it all?

When did spending money become a hassle?

Xu Damao shook his head and rode towards the small building where the Propaganda Department was located.

As soon as he went upstairs, Xu Damao greeted his colleagues enthusiastically, and sometimes he would pass them cigarettes, steamed buns, etc.

I have to say that Xu Damao is really good at this aspect. He neither makes people feel rude nor offensive, and yet he can bring them practical benefits. Although they won't say it explicitly, they will all remember Xu Damao's kindness to some extent.

And to be honest, who among those working in the Propaganda Department doesn't have some connections in the factory? Everyone's salary is not low, it's not that they can't afford it, but what is this era? Food is very precious.

Therefore, giving steamed buns, steamed buns, and fried dough sticks does not count as gifts or as bribery.

But you say Xu Damao is just trying to flatter him, right? He just bought a little too much breakfast, so giving you a steamed bun is not a big deal. Using steamed buns and fried dough sticks to test cadres, and there is only one? What are you thinking!

This is pure friendship between colleagues!

Comrade Xu Damao is a good comrade!

But no one has calculated that from the first floor to the third floor, the seemingly small bag that Xu Damao used to carry his breakfast has never been deflated!

Xu Damao went to his desk, cleared the dust on it, then cleaned the place, poured water, and made tea - he also cleaned the section chief's place, filled the kettle, and made tea.

Who asked him to be the section chief? He himself hasn't been promoted yet. Xu Damao doesn't understand these things in the workplace, but it has become a physical instinct for him.

The section chief hasn't arrived yet, so there is no work assignment. Xu Damao picked up today's newspaper and took a look at it to take a break. When the Propaganda Department has nothing to do, they act more like leaders than the leaders!

But before I could start slacking off, someone came in from outside -

"Xu Damao, Director Yang wants you to come over."