Siheyuan: The beauty Xueru Huizhen, the birds are jealous

Whenever there was a need to build a house, one only had to say hello to relatives, prepare a few home-cooked meals, and when the house was completed, raise a toast together to celebrate, thus completing the exchange of friendship between neighbors.

After all, this kind of help is always mutual. If you lend a hand today, I will also help you in the future. Against this background, the Liang family's residence is also quite spacious.

As night fell, Yang Ming unexpectedly heard a piece of news: "I heard that there will be a movie screening in the neighboring village tonight?"

"What's even more surprising is that the projectionist actually came from the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill?"

After hearing this, Yang Ming showed a bit of surprise on his face, and couldn't help but think of the man named Xu Damao.

This former partner was unable to marry Lou Xiao'e because of some reasons of Yang Ming, and because the rumors of infertility have not been clarified, now even if there are matchmakers to introduce them, few people are willing to marry him.

But for Xu Damao, this didn't seem to be enough to bother him.

Every time he went to the countryside to show movies, he would always meet some of the village widows, so he never lacked companions.

Knowing that Xu Damao was showing a movie in the neighboring village tonight, Yang Ming began to make plans. It must be said that Xu Damao was indeed unique as a projectionist.

In this era, the projectionist not only had to operate the projector skillfully, but was also responsible for interpreting the content of the movie to the audience, especially for those farmers with low cultural level who could not understand the subtitles and needed the projectionist's explanation to understand the deeper meaning of the movie.

Although the movies of this era lack much of the fun and commercial atmosphere of modern movies, for many rural people, this has become a rare entertainment time for them.

The movie ended at nine o'clock in the evening. However, the villagers seemed to be still not satisfied and shouted, "Comrade projectionist, can you show it again?"

"We haven't watched a movie for a long time, please show it to us again!"

When night falls quietly, not only residents of this village gather on this land, but also folks from neighboring villages. They rush here early as if they are going to a market.

At this moment, they sat together, expressing their thoughts together, earnestly hoping that Xu Damao could show them the charm of the movie again...

Yang Ming observed carefully and found that there was a middle-aged man among them who seemed to be the leader of the village. He walked towards Xu Damao and whispered a few words to him.

After a brief conversation, Xu Damao finally agreed to the request, and the leader seemed relieved. Then, Xu Damao started the projector again and started playing the movie.

Even though they had already seen the content, the villagers still stared at the screen intently. Yang Ming, on the other hand, was filled with emotion. He gently held Liang Ladi's hand, but he was thinking about something else.

Don't get me wrong, he had no other intentions, but wanted to prepare a generous gift for Xu Damao. After all, Damao is also at the age of marriage! As a neighbor, Yang Ming's children have entered elementary school, so he naturally can't sit back and watch Damao alone.

What's more, Xu Damao has a special affection for the young widow, and it would seem a bit unreasonable if Yang Ming did not lend a helping hand.

"Yang Ming,"

Liang Ladi called softly, with a slight blush on her face.

There was a hint of uneasiness in her eyes, and she was afraid that people around her would notice their actions.

"Sorry, I was a little out of control."

Yang Ming came back to his senses, loosened his hand, and returned to normal. They continued to watch the movie together until late at night, when the villagers left one after another. Xu Damao began to organize the projection equipment, "Projectionist Xu, you have worked so hard today..."

"We have prepared a place for you to rest and a simple dinner." The leader came forward and invited warmly.

In that era, Xu Damao was the only projectionist at the Red Star Steel Mill. Every time he went to the countryside to show movies, he had to carry heavy equipment and ride for dozens of miles, which was undoubtedly a difficult task.

Therefore, in order to allow Xu Damao to serve the village wholeheartedly, the villagers would naturally do their best to be hospitable and treat him well.

Although there were no delicacies from land and sea, only a pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms, some wild vegetables, and the wine was not a famous one, but this hospitality, as mentioned in the story, Xu Damao also brought back two old hens from the villagers, which was their way of expressing gratitude and respect.

As night falls, the village is enveloped in a deep silence. However, beneath this silence, it seems to hide some unknown secrets.

Xu Damao, the projectionist of the Red Star Steel Mill, was treated like a VIP in the village tonight.

He didn't need to be as restrained as he was in the factory, and was able to fully enjoy this rare peace and quiet. After the banquet, he was arranged to rest in a carefully prepared guest room.

However, as the night grew darker, a young woman quietly appeared in front of Xu Damao's door and gently knocked on it.

"Brother Damao." The woman called softly.

"Oh, my beauty, you are finally here!" Xu Damao responded excitedly. He couldn't wait to get close to the woman. "Come on, let me take a good look at you!"

"Be patient, we are still outside the house. What if we are seen by someone?" The woman frowned slightly with a hint of worry.

"What are you afraid of? Who is here so late at night?" Xu Damao didn't care at all, but still took the woman in his arms and quickly entered the room.

However, all of this was seen clearly by Yang Ming who was watching secretly.

He did not show too much surprise, but just smiled calmly and then walked towards the captain's house.

"Comrade, you are the leader of this village, right?" Yang Ming got straight to the point and handed over his work ID. "I am the deputy director of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill."

When the team leader Zhou Guangsheng saw the work permit, he showed a solemn look on his face. He knew very well that this deputy factory director was no ordinary person, and his status was comparable to that of the deputy county magistrate.

"Director Yang, hello, I'm Zhou Guangsheng." The team leader responded respectfully, "By the way, Comrade Xu Damao came to our village tonight to show a movie, and he should be resting now."

"I came here this time just for Xu Damao." Yang Ming said bluntly, "I heard that when Xu Damao was showing movies in the countryside, he often asked for benefits from the villagers and had inappropriate dealings with some widowed women.

Captain Zhou, what do you think about this?"

Hearing this, Zhou Guangsheng's face suddenly became serious. He hesitated for a moment, and finally responded cautiously: "Director Yang, there may be some misunderstandings?"

Yang Ming stared at Zhou Guangsheng, a meaningful smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that the captain was trying to excuse Xu Damao and didn't want to offend the projectionist easily. But he would not give up.