Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Yi Zhonghai disagrees.

"The past is the past, and the present is the present! Uncle, everyone grows up. I admit that I was a little rude in the past. I accepted it even if He Yuzhu chased me around the yard and beat me up!"

"But in the past month, I don't know if you've noticed, I haven't provoked He Yuzhu. He's the one who always takes the initiative to provoke me. We're all adults now, and we have to be responsible for our own actions!"

After Xu Damao finished speaking, he also made an expression of disapproval and walked out first.

Yi Zhonghai and Liu Haizhong looked at each other and walked out at the same time.

"This kid has grown up..."

Liu Haizhong sighed.

"Humph, this guy is as difficult to deal with as his father."

Yi Zhonghai curled his lips.

"Just don't mess with him. This kid is just like his father. He won't do anything unless it's profitable. But who doesn't have selfish motives?"

Xu Damao walked outside, said hello to Yan Bugui who was watching the bicycle, put the basket of eggs on the ground behind the bicycle, and pushed the bicycle back.

"Da Mao, some of those eggs are broken. They can't be left for too long in such a hot day. You see..."

"Teacher Yan, these broken eggs must not be wasted."

"How about this, I'll use these broken eggs to fry some dishes tonight, and Teacher Yan must come over then."

"Okay, Damao, you can't make much with so many eggs. I'll just fry some chilies, some leeks and some flour, and make some dumplings."

Yan Bugui put forward his own suggestions.

"That's good, but I'm not afraid of being laughed at by Teacher Yan. Making dumplings is very difficult for me. I have to roll out the dough and mix the fillings. It's a headache..."

"How can I let you do it? Your third aunt and I both know how to do it. You can do it in my house when the time comes."

Yan Bugui revealed his little thought, which was to take all the eggs to his home and cook them. Even if they couldn't be eaten up, the rest would be left at home, right?

"By the way, I can show you my stuff after dinner."

Yan Bugui deliberately lowered his voice and whispered to Xu Damao.

"What are you two talking about?"

At this time, Liu Haizhong walked up to the two people who were whispering to each other.

"Nothing. These broken eggs can't be kept for too long in such a hot day. I'm going to Teacher Yan's house to make dumplings and stir-fry a few dishes. Is Second Uncle going too?"

"Egg dumplings? Scrambled eggs?"

Liu Haizhong's eyes lit up.

"Well, I just checked, there are more than a dozen broken eggs, enough for these."

"Okay, I'll be there later and can help out."

"Lao Liu, when you come over later, please bring some snacks with you. I still have half a bottle of wine left."

"OK, no problem."

Xu Damao parked the car and locked it, put the radio inside into his personal space, then picked up the small basket of eggs and began to think.

"This small basket of eggs weighs only about 6 or 7 kilograms at most, and more than a dozen of them are broken. I should be generous and give them all to Yan Bugui. After all, the eggs that are not broken are already stained with egg liquid and are sticky..."

"Giving it to Yan Bugui has another benefit, that is, when he takes out the treasure later, you can negotiate the price appropriately. Hehe, by then, with a little talk and a big knife, the price will not be just the price of a few baskets of eggs."

Xu Damao carried a small basket of eggs and walked towards Yan Bugui's house.

"Da Mao is here. I'll just put it in the kitchen and let your third aunt pick it out. Wait for me."

"What are you picking? I didn't plan to take this thing away after I got it. I'm going to give this egg to Teacher Yan, but I have to take the basket away later."

"Okay, thank you Damao. I'll wash the basket and bring it to you later."

When Yan Bugui heard what Xu Damao said, he did not refuse and accepted it happily.

"Why bother? I'll just send the baskets back when I get back later."

"That's fine, you wait here for a while."

Yan Bugui walked towards the kitchen carrying eggs.

Xu Damao was sitting in the main room waiting.

"Da Mao, sorry for the wait."

After Yan Bugui came in, he closed the door, took out an object wrapped in paper from his arms and placed it on the table.

"It looks like a bowl, right?"

"Yes, it is a bowl, but it is from the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty. Damao, take a look at the inscription on the bottom of the bowl."

Xu Damao picked up the bowl, turned it over and over in his hands, looked at it carefully for a while, and confirmed that it was authentic.

"Teacher Yan, this thing is not very valuable. As you know, there are many descendants of the old Eight Banners in our imperial city."

"It's a new era now. The old princes and young princes can no longer just sit and wait for money to come to them. They have to work hard to earn money. Otherwise, they can't maintain such a large family business and interpersonal relationships."

"So, they took out all the old things in their homes that they thought were valuable and sold them on the black market or ghost market. Most of the time, these people covered their faces with scarves for fear of being recognized and laughed at by acquaintances."

"Teacher Yan, did you find this bowl this way? To be honest, it's not worth much now. There are too many things that have come out. If it were kept for a hundred or eighty years, in a peaceful and stable era, it would definitely be very expensive. But now, Teacher Yan, you know."

Xu Damao held the small bowl in one hand, flipping through it while talking to Yan Bugui.

"I know this, too. I know it better than you do. There is a former nobleman in our school who is now teaching. His life is very tight and he has no choice but to sell off his family's belongings."

“It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.”

"Da Mao, what you said makes a lot of sense. You don't have to tell me so much. Although your Third Uncle's information is not as good as your Propaganda Department, he is also very well-informed."

"Teacher Yan, it's good that you know. I said so much because I'm afraid you would say that I, Xu Damao, deliberately lowered the price. If a seller doesn't understand the situation, he would definitely think that I was trying to lower the price."

After Xu Damao finished speaking, he spread his hands.

……

"Mom, what delicious food should I make today?"

"Making dumplings, come over and help me roll out the dumpling wrappers!"

"What! Dumplings? What's the filling?"

"The chive and egg ones. The eggs your brother Damao brought over."

"Hey! Don't go in, your brother Damao is talking to your dad..."

"Squeak!"

The door opened and Yan Jiecheng walked in. He saw Yan Bugui staring at him coldly and smiled awkwardly at Xu Damao.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I, I'm fine. I'll go roll out the dough. Brother Damao, thank you for the eggs..."

"Oh!"

Yan Jiecheng quickly slipped out and closed the door.