Wang Dabao and Xu Damao arrived at the front yard together.
Just past the main hall, I saw Yan Jiecheng busy around a broken oil drum.
Looking up, Yan Jiecheng saw Wang Dabao and Xu Damao coming over. He chuckled and called out, "Uncle Dabao, Brother Damao, my dad and Lili are discussing something inside. You should come up inside and warm up."
"Don't rush to get warmer upstairs; let's get these two things sorted out first."
Xu Damao chuckled, "Firstly, you call Da Bao 'Uncle,' and I call him 'Brother Da Bao.' The more I think about it, the more awkward it feels. I'm saying, Jiecheng, could you please not call Da Bao 'Uncle' when you see him in front of me?"
Xu Damao also figured it out. Last time he asked Yan Jiefang to call him uncle, but the man refused no matter what. After lying in bed at home and thinking about it, he realized that it was understandable that the Yan family's children called Wang Dabao uncle.
Don't forget, Wang Dabao once saved Yan Jiekuang's life!
Once Xu Damao understood this, he stopped worrying about it.
Hearing Yan Jiecheng call Wang Dabao "Uncle" again today, he didn't feel so bothered anymore. Now he just treats it as a joke.
"Da Mao, come on, is this really a big deal?"
Wang Dabao took out cigarettes from his pocket and gave one to each of them. "Hey Jiecheng, you're not planning to use this to roast sweet potatoes, are you?"
"Yes, yes, this is the second one I was talking about. Can you handle this thing?" Xu Damao quickly lit a cigarette, then squatted down and turned the old oil drum around, looking at it from all angles.
“Hey, I just saw someone do this before, so I begged someone to get one of these last night, and I’m working on it right now.” Yan Jiecheng was also scratching his head beside him.
Wang Dabao pondered carefully, and seemed to recall seeing someone use it this way before, but he didn't know exactly how to bake it, so he had no idea how to modify the oven.
"I think it would be better if you didn't bother with it, Jiecheng. It's not the weekend, and all the experienced workers in the factory are at home. If necessary, have Lao Yan go to the neighboring yard and ask how to make this thing, and find a couple of helpers to come over."
Seeing that the discarded oil drums were covered with Yan Jiecheng's haphazard mess, Wang Dabao couldn't help but offer some advice.
Yan Jiecheng's eyes lit up, and he stomped his foot hard: "Oh my, Uncle Dabao, you're a lifesaver! How come I didn't think of that? I'm going to find my dad right now."
As he spoke, Yan Jiecheng darted into the house in a few steps.
Then, Wang Dabao and Xu Damao also lifted the curtain and went inside.
At this moment, Yan Bugui was in the inner room to the north instructing Yu Li on the proper way to roast sweet potatoes, while Yan Jiekuang peeked out from under the covers and listened attentively.
"Oh, Uncle Da Bao is here."
As soon as Yan Jiekuang saw Wang Dabao appear in the main room, he forgot everything and jumped out of bed wearing only his underwear.
When he stood up and looked at Wang Dabao with a bright expression, he realized that Yu Li was still in the room.
"Sister-in-law, don't look."
With a shout, Yan Jiekuang jumped back into bed, pulling his cotton-padded trousers inside as well.
"Dabao, Damao, you're here. Quick, Lily, pour some tea."
Yan Bugui then gestured for the two to sit down in the main room, asking, "Da Mao, your film equipment shouldn't have any problems, right?"
Xu Damao patted his chest confidently, "Second Uncle, you can rest assured. Don't you trust me to do things? There will definitely be no problem. You've asked me at least eight times in the last two days."
At this moment, Yan Jiecheng quickly said, "Dad, Uncle Dabao has an idea. He wants you to go to the factory next door and ask the old master craftsman to help you fix that oil drum for roasting sweet potatoes. I've been trying for a long time but I still can't figure it out."
Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui's eyes lit up. "Hey, Da Bao, that's a great idea. I'll go ask Old Qian in the next courtyard later."
Yu Li came over carrying several small tea mugs and a thermos.
Xu Damao knew that he couldn't make a move on Qin Huairu at this stage, but it was still nice to look at Lao Yan's daughter-in-law for a while.
Yu Li's figure is no less impressive than Qin Huairu's. Even though she has never had a child, her lower body is still quite remarkable. Although her skin isn't as fair, it's smooth and firm.
Yu Li poured tea and handed it to Wang Dabao and Xu Damao, but her eyes kept secretly glancing at Wang Dabao's face.
It has to be said that it's a real shame that Wang Dabao's face is wasted working in a steel rolling mill.
Yan Bugui and Yan Jiecheng were chatting with Wang Dabao, while Xu Damao's eyes were fixed on Yu Li's lower body.
"Oh, right, there's something else. A few new young teachers joined our school last month. They heard that our department was showing a movie and wanted to come see it, but they missed it."
"It's settled this time, I'll come over around dusk."
Yan Bugui chuckled, adjusted his glasses, and continued, "Let me tell you two, there are three young, unmarried women among these teachers. You two keep your eyes wide open and take a good look, especially at night. If you see anyone you like, tell me, and I'll try to set you up."
Yan Bugui chuckled, his mind racing with calculations.
These two people in front of me are both well-off. If they could become a couple, my expenses for cigarettes, alcohol, food, and drinks would be covered for a while.
"Old Yan, are you serious?!"
Xu Damao was the first to get excited.
"Hey, Da Mao, what did you say to Lao Yi last night?" Yan Bugui's face immediately tightened when he heard Xu Da Mao call Lao Yan "Old Yan" again.
Xu Damao waved his hand near his mouth and said, "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, Second Uncle, please don't mind, please don't mind."
"We'll need your kind words, Second Uncle, to put in a good word for us then!!"
Xu Damao immediately adopted a fawning expression.
"No problem, no problem."
Yan Bugui immediately wanted to seize the opportunity to ascend the throne, but when he turned to look at Wang Dabao, he frowned and said, "Hey, Dabao, what's wrong with you? You don't seem happy at all."
"It's nothing. These days, everyone's advocating for freedom, and I was thinking that I'd like to be more free when it comes to dating. I don't want to feel uncomfortable with all these rules and regulations."
Wang Dabao picked up his teacup and took a sip. The tea was alright; he'd used a little more tea leaves than Yan Bugui had.
“Da Bao, your idea is quite novel,” Yan Bugui clicked his tongue. “But these young people don’t know each other, so there needs to be someone to connect them, right?”
"Old Yan, I understand your good intentions, but matters of the heart cannot be rushed; they depend on fate."
Wang Dabao chuckled and put down his teacup in response.
Xu Damao chuckled to himself, thinking to himself that Da Bao's ideas were truly unique.
The conversation then turned to the teachers who would be arriving in the evening, and Xu Damao excitedly inquired about them from Yan Bugui.
Yan Jiecheng was extremely anxious: "Dad, why don't you go and call Uncle Qian from the next courtyard over before we talk?"
"Oh dear, we got so caught up in our conversation that we forgot about the important matter. Let's get down to business first. If you two have nothing else to do, wait here for me for a bit." With that, Yan Bugui stood up, put on a tattered coat, and headed outside.
Xu Damao glared at Yan Jiecheng: "Jiecheng, it won't make a difference if it's just a little while. Your brother Damao's happiness is the real important thing."
"No, Brother Da Mao, let your happiness wait a while. It's not too late for you to be happy when Uncle Qian, the old master from the next courtyard, comes."
After Yan Jiecheng finished speaking, he picked up his father's teacup and gulped down the tea.
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