Banggeng fell asleep

Author: Black Tiger Villager

Banggeng fell asleep

At night, Yan Jiecheng was still thinking about the next thing.

Suddenly, a voice came over. "Brother Xie Cheng, we agreed to come to my house for a drink. I can't wait for you, so I'll come and take a look."

Yan Jiecheng looked at Xu Damao who came in with the door curtain open.

I saw that Xu Damao was about twenty years old at this time, with a unique long face and a few acnes.

Later Yan Jiecheng knew: Silly Zhu was really stupid, and Xu Damao was sober in the world.

Xu Damao is a bit unreliable, but he has been living his own life and using his own hands to achieve his own life.

He never takes the initiative to cause trouble, most of the time it's because of the fool's provocation.

On the other hand, everyone else in the courtyard just wanted to lie on other people's bodies and suck blood.

Yan Jiecheng believes that in real life, people like Xu Damao can definitely make a fortune. On the contrary, people like Silly Zhu, if he hadn't met Lou Xiao'e, a rich woman, who helped him, he would probably end up being old and unable to make money.

After receiving the money, he was kicked out of the house by Qin Huairu's family and froze to death under a bridge.

Therefore, Yan Jiecheng actually has a good sense of Xu Damao. After all, Xu Damao will not kidnap himself morally.

The two of them walked towards the backyard. As they passed by, a woman was scrubbing in the laundry chute. Her back was turned to the two of them, so she couldn't see her face. From her back, you could see that there was a touch of white skin on the neck that was not covered by the floral jacket.

, is a young woman.

Seeing this, Yan Jiecheng and Xu Damao looked at each other and smiled.

Xu Damao frowned at Yan Jiecheng and said with a smile: "Since Qin Huairu got married, he has been washing the sheets all day long. Isn't Jia Dongxu a short-lived ghost?!"

Yan Jiecheng: You are such a talent! You are really good at judging people.

Qin Huairu has been married to Siheyuan for six years, from the age of eighteen to now twenty-four or five years old. These are simply the best years of a woman's life.

This woman, unlike her husband who died and was tortured by life, changed her appearance, she is still beautiful now. A group of young men in the courtyard were so fascinated that they imitated howling like a wolf every night.

Xu Damao is one of them.

Of course, Yan Jiecheng's predecessor didn't like plump young women like Qin Huairu. He liked girls who were full of youthfulness.

He is still the same today, dedicated and persistent.

Yan Jiecheng looked puzzled and said, "Why?"

"You are still a youngster, you will understand later." Xu Damao looked incomprehensible.

He extended his right hand from behind and raised his buttocks towards Qin Huairu through the air.

Qin Huairu turned around suddenly, making Xu Damao tremble in fright.

Seeing Xu Damao's abnormal expression, Qin Huairu understood.

Yan Jiecheng saw Qin Huairu looking over, her eyes watery and fascinated. He sighed inwardly: These girls are not good people.

"Yan Jiecheng, what are you and Xu Damao doing? Doing something bad?" Qin Huairu asked with ill intentions.

Before Yan Jiecheng could answer, Xu Damao choked and said, "What we do is none of your business? You'd better keep an eye on Jia Dongxu."

After saying that, he muttered to Yan Jiecheng: "You look like a widow, what kind of saint are you pretending to be?"

Yan Jiecheng...your mouth is really poisonous.

"I'm asking Yan Jiecheng, what do you care about Xu Damao?" Qin Huairu flicked his braids, raised his head slightly, frowned slightly, and said to Xu Damao.

Yan Jiecheng looked at the arrogant and pretty widow and quietly bent over.

Phew, that pretty widow was all influenced by Xu Damao.

This is the arrogant sister-in-law of the Jia family.

What did Xu Damao ask him to do tonight?

Oh, it’s dinner, are there any dumplings?

There should be, there must be, there must be!

This damn young body, this young boy’s restless heart.

Yan Jiecheng smiled at Qin Huairu and said nothing.

Looking at those watery eyes, those bright eyes were swaying. Yan Jiecheng understood Shazhu a little. This bitch can indeed halve a man's IQ. Shazhu's aesthetics has been tested by time and is above the horizontal line.

In the evening, Yan Jiecheng was drinking at Xu Damao's house in the backyard. He and Xu Damao called themselves brothers and sisters, and they were very affectionate. After a while, the two of them started calling each other "good brother" and "good brother". If any outsiders heard this, they would definitely shout that the world is going downhill.

I have to admire that Xu Damao is really awesome.

In later generations, this kind of person is generally called: Social Awesomeness.

Xu Damao is first of all a good talker, secondly he is willing to give, and thirdly he is eager to go out. He has a sinking spirit in his work.

He asked Yan Jiecheng to have a drink, and immediately took out two bottles of Zephyr, a stuffed and rotten chicken, and some dog meat that he got from nowhere. It was really full of good stuff, and he was really willing to give it up. You know, there are so many things on the market now.

Food is tight, and food supply has begun to be reduced in an orderly manner.

Even though Xu Damao is still an apprentice, his family background is really strong. Xu's father worked in movies before liberation, and he has accumulated a lot of family property until now.

Even though Yan Jiecheng is now a fourth-level worker and earns fifty-one dollars a month, he is still really poor in Sijiu City.

Let’s not talk about the family’s unfathomable wealth, the old and the young. Let’s talk about wages. In 1958, the average wage in Forty-Nine City was 52.6 yuan.

It’s funny to think about it. In my previous life, I was held back in terms of average wages, and now I’m still holding back in time.

In the end, he dragged the time traveler back!

Yan Jiecheng took a chicken leg in his left hand and gnawed it hard. He held up a wine glass in his right hand and said to Xu Damao: "Brother Damao is laughing. I haven't seen meat in the past six months. Now I am blessed by you." He ate another piece of meat and raised his hand.

He picked up the wine glass and said, "Come on, Brother Damao, let's go."

"Come on, brother, drink." Xu Damao drank simply, feeling dull.

Then he said: "From now on, my brother mentions my name Xu Damao in the steel rolling mill, so that I can help. My old man and I often show movies to the factory leaders. We often have dinner with the leaders in Xiaozao."

As he spoke, he poured another glass of wine, raised his eyebrows at Yan Jiecheng, and said proudly: "You know, who will serve us when we eat at Xiaozao?" Without waiting for Yan Jiecheng to answer, he added: "It's Silly Zhu Na Silly Mao. You

Even though Silly Zhu is showing off his power in the yard every day, he is just a cook, a cook, and his job is to serve people."

As he said that, Xu Damao pointed at himself and said: "Brother, he graduated from high school and is a projectionist and cultural person, one of the eight members of the Eighth National Congress. What does he have to do with his stupidity? Isn't he just a cook?"

Although Yan Jiecheng's cheeks were bulging from eating, it did not affect his response to Xu Damao's topic at all. After all, eating people is soft-spoken.

The two of them drank a lot of wine, and the bottle of wine was already empty.

After drinking for a while, the two of them went to relieve themselves in the alley together. Before going out, they put the food and drinks on the briquette stove to keep them warm.

It was pitch dark outside, and after the catcalling, the two came back arm-in-arm. As they were passing by the middle courtyard, Xu Damao suddenly tiptoed to the west under the window of Jia's house.

Yan Jiecheng also followed him mysteriously. As soon as he reached the window, he heard Qin Huairu say in the room: "Banggeng is asleep."

"Damn it, hurry up..."
Chapter completed!