Siheyuan: Struggle Begins in the 1950s

Zhao Chuntao turned around and saw that it was Xu Damao, and then smiled charmingly:

"It's Damao, are you back from showing movies in the countryside?"

As Zhao Chuntao was speaking, she saw two old hens tied to Xu Damao's car.

She couldn't help swallowing when she saw the chicken.

"Where did you get this chicken, Damao?"

"Hey, this is a gift from the director of the commune for showing movies. I couldn't refuse it so I had to accept it. I plan to raise it in the backyard and it will lay eggs for me to nourish my body."

When talking about nourishing the body, Xu Damao emphasized his tone and gave Zhao Chuntao a wink.

After hearing this, Zhao Chuntao said with a coquettish voice:

"Your body is really useless. You need to nourish yourself at such a young age. I'm afraid your wife will be a widow in the future."

Xu Damao said indifferently:

"Sister Zhao, I don't like what you said. Don't you know whether I'm useful or not?"

Although Xu Damao lowered his voice when he said this, Zhao Chuntao was still startled.

She looked around and saw that no one was in the yard. She breathed a sigh of relief and poked Xu Damao fiercely, cursing in a low voice:

"You're going to die! How dare you talk about this in the courtyard? Are you afraid that others don't know about our relationship?"

Xu Damao knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he could only smile and say:

"Sister Zhao, don't be angry. When my chicken starts laying eggs, I'll give you half. That should be fine, right?"

"That's pretty much it."

Zhao Chuntao snorted and prepared to go back.

Xu Damao asked again in a low voice:

"So when do we do that?"

"I'll find a chance to come to your place in a couple of days."

Zhao Chuntao said something in a low voice and went back into the house.

Ever since Yi Zhonghai's hand became disabled, Zhao Chuntao rarely slept with him.

After a long time, Zhao Chuntao became somewhat dissatisfied.

When the time comes, I can find Xu Damao to relieve my loneliness.

Back in the backyard, Xu Damao found an abandoned cage, repaired it simply, and put the two old hens in it.

Whether I can eat eggs in the future depends on them.

The next day, Xu Damao pushed his bicycle to the steel rolling mill to report for work.

Today is Saturday, and my boss is having a dinner and drinking party tonight.

The director of the Propaganda Department asked him to help with a drink.

Xu Damao can't drink much, but he dares to drink.

Moreover, this guy is good at speaking and is very good at livening up the atmosphere.

So leaders also like to take him to dinner parties.

Firstly, it can stop him from drinking, and secondly, it can liven up the atmosphere.

What Xu Damao didn't know was that he had just left not long ago.

Hind legs stick gen then tiptoed to the backyard.

Banggeng thought about the two old hens all night last night.

But we can’t afford it because of our family’s conditions.

Finally he decided to steal a chicken to satisfy his craving.

Seeing that there was no one in the backyard, Banggeng quickly ran to the chicken coop of Xu Damao's house.

At this moment, the two old hens that Xu Damao had given hope to were taking a leisurely walk.

Banggeng quickly opened the chicken coop and reached in. Before the two old hens could react, he grabbed a chicken by the head, pressed its mouth and pulled it out.

He took out the sack he had prepared in advance, put the chicken in it, and ran out of the yard.

His movements were so smooth that it was hard to tell that it was his first time stealing.

If Wang Jianjun were here, he would definitely shout, "This boy has the potential to be a thief saint."

Banggeng caught the chicken, feeling both fear and excitement.

For some reason, the moment of stealing the chicken just now made him feel very good.

It's not just about stealing the chicken, but also about the thrill of stealing.

But Bang Geng didn't care about anything else at this moment. He grabbed the chicken and ran to the open space near the steel mill.

He planned to make this chicken into beggar's chicken.

I've heard adults talk about how to cook this dish called Flower Chicken before.

It's not difficult to do at his age.

He didn't dare to work as a prostitute near a courtyard house because there were too many people and too many eyes.

There happened to be an open space near the steel mill, where he used to play.

It's not easy to be discovered if you work as a prostitute there.

Banggeng arrived at the open space and immediately took out a knife to kill the chicken. He then hollowed out the chicken's internal organs, wrapped them in banana leaves, and then coated them with mud and water.

The final step is to roast the chicken over a fire.

While waiting for the chicken to cook, Banggeng realized that he had not brought soy sauce.

Without soy sauce, the chicken tastes a bit lacking.

Banggeng didn't want to go back to the courtyard to get it.

The steel mill just happened to be here, and since I had already stolen a chicken, why not steal some soy sauce?

As soon as he thought of it, Banggeng found a dog hole and crawled into the steel rolling mill.

If you want to steal soy sauce, then naturally steal it from someone you hate.

What Banggeng hates most now is Shazhu.

So he went straight to the kitchen where Sha Zhu was, and he was preparing dishes for the reception.

Shazhu hasn't noticed Banggeng hiding outside the door yet.

Just at this moment, Xu Damao's voice came from outside.

"Silly Zhu, I'm cooking."

When Sha Zhu saw that it was Xu Damao, he couldn't help but frowned.

Why is this kid trying to make a presence of himself again?

"What are you doing? The kitchen is a restricted area and no one is allowed in."

Xu Damao didn't care about Sha Zhu's attitude.

He said to Shazhu with a smile:

"I came here just to see how your dish is cooked for the boss."

"What? You're talking as if you'll have a chance to eat the food I cook. Let me tell you, I'd rather throw my food away and feed it to the dogs than let someone like you eat it."

After hearing this, Xu Damao directly retorted:

"Look at how capable you are, you stinky cook, you really think you are someone important. You are just a servant, you said you don't want to serve people like me, but I still want to tell you that I will have a share of your dish tonight. You idiot, you still have to serve me in the end."

Sha Zhu was confused for a while before he realized that Xu Damao should be invited to the reception that night.

Otherwise, this guy wouldn't be so confident in showing off his presence in front of me.

Sha Zhu was so angry that he looked around and picked up a rolling pin and hit Xu Damao with it.

"Oh, you stupid fool, you can't win the argument so you just use violence, right?"

Xu Damao was hit directly by Sha Zhu's stick.

He couldn't help but touch the red area where he was hit and curse at Sha Zhu.

"So what if I take action? I don't want to bother with you. As I said before, the kitchen is an important place for you, get out now."

"You! Just wait for me. I won't let you go!"

"Then don't let me go. I'll be waiting here. Why are you running so far?"

Xu Damao is not stupid, so he is no match for Sha Zhu.

In the end, he could only curse a few words and leave after a verbal argument.

Sha Zhu spat on the ground and then went back to cook while cursing.

As a result, I saw a figure flash past me.

When Sha Zhu turned around, the man had already slipped out of the door.

Sha Zhu hurriedly chased after him, but the man had already run far away.

Looking at that familiar figure, Sha Zhu couldn't help but mutter:

"Why is it a sticky stalk?"