Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Xiao Feng's clear voice came from behind, with a hint of urgency.

"You don't have to buy it. This is a gift from my elder brother! Hurry up and prepare a basin of water."

"Ah! Okay, okay!"

Without even turning his head, Xu Damao began to put his hand under the basket, preparing to perform a magic trick of "reviving a living fish".

While Xiaofeng was fetching water for the wooden basin, Xu Damao took out two carps weighing more than two kilograms and two large grass carps weighing about four kilograms from the bicycle basket.

Holding the mouths of two fish with one hand, Zhou Xiang trotted to the side room and saw Xiao Feng, who was adding water from a large vat to a wooden basin with a ladle.

"Crash!"

Xu Damao put the four fish directly into the basin.

"Such a big fish, it can be sold for a lot of money, right?"

"It's not much. It's a gift from a friend. Xiaofeng, you should eat it if you want, especially this one with a belly upturned. Eat it first when the time comes!"

Xu Damao pointed at a large grass carp in the basin with its white belly turned upside down and joked with Xiaofeng.

The big grass carp with its belly facing up in the basin seemed to understand what Xu Damao said.

"Crash!"

The grass carp, with its white belly exposed, swung its tail a few times, splashing water, and turned its body over.

"Hehe!" Xiaofeng covered her mouth and laughed when she saw the grass carp flipping over.

"Then I'll leave first. I'll give you the money for the Zen stool next time I come."

Xu Damao lifted up the Zen stool made of huanghuali wood with both hands and walked to his bicycle. There was nothing he could do about it; this thing didn't look big, but it was very heavy.

"Big brother!"

When he was about to leave, Xiaofeng stopped him.

"Is there anything else?"

Xu Damao stroked the unique wheat ear pattern on the huanghuali wood of the Zen stool, assembled the Zen stool carefully, and turned to look at Xiaofeng.

"Um, what's your name, big brother?"

"My name is Xu Damao, remember it."

Xiaofeng was playing with the corner of her clothes with her hands, looking like she wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Brother Xu, you said you would help me buy clothes..."

"Ouch! I forgot completely! Come on, Xiaofeng, let's go inside. I'll help you measure the size."

Xu Damao slapped his forehead, tied up his bicycle, and walked into the house first, picking up the leather measuring tape on the way.

"OK, all right."

Xiaofeng responded in a low voice and followed Xu Damao into the room.

"Come over here, it's brighter here."

Xu Damao took out a tape measure about half a meter long and measured it in his hand.

Xiaofeng's cheeks turned slightly red, and she took small steps to Xu Damao's side.

"Come on, little sister, raise your arm and let me measure it for you."

Xu Damao said with a smile, holding a tape measure in his hand, and Xiaofeng raised her arm obediently.

Xu Damao carefully measured Xiaofeng's shoulder width, chest circumference, waist circumference and hip circumference with a tape measure, recording the data while measuring. Xiaofeng stood quietly, with a shy smile on her face, but she felt extremely uneasy in her heart.

This can be seen from Xiaofeng's slightly trembling little hands.

Especially when measuring the hip circumference, Xu Damao's fingers touched Xiaofeng's elastic buttocks intentionally or unintentionally. Xiaofeng's body trembled slightly and her face became even redder.

This made Xu Damao even more confident about his appearance. If he was a guy with a horrible appearance, Xiaofeng would probably pick up a washing stick and give him a plastic surgery on his face.

After measuring all parts of her body, Xu Damao asked Xiaofeng to turn around and measure her height and back length. Xiaofeng did as he was told and felt Xu Damao's fingers gently touching her back, giving her a tingling sensation.

"Okay, little sister, all the data have been measured." Xu Damao put down the tape measure and said with a smile.

"You have a petite figure, a little thin, which is standard. It should be easy to buy clothes for you. Just buy smaller ones."

"What color clothes do you like? I'll bring them to you next time I come over."

"Red one, bro. You have too much stuff in your car, please drive slower on the road."

"Okay, thank you for your concern, Sister Xiaofeng. I'm leaving now."

Xu Damao waved at Xiaofeng, pushed the bicycle out of the door, and rode on it.

Looking back at Xiaofeng, I saw her standing beside the fence gate. When she saw Xu Damao looking back at her, she raised one hand high and started waving it, with a reluctant expression on her face.

Seeing this, Xu Damao waved his hand, then turned the handlebars and disappeared from Xiaofeng's sight.

"It's damn heavy! This 28-inch truck can really hold so many things. In my previous life, a small car couldn't hold all of them. But the 28-inch truck with two side baskets on the back seat can hold so much!"

Seeing that there was no one around, Xu Damao stopped his bicycle while complaining, then waved his hand to put the heavy Zen stool and those large mountain products into his personal space.

The projection equipment was also put away, and the basket was covered with a layer of waterproof tarpaulin so that no one could tell that it was empty.

It was particularly easy to ride this way. While riding back, Xu Damao was thinking about how to successfully sell the mountain products and antiques in his hands.

After all, he doesn't have much money left. If he comes across a treasure like this Huanghuali Zen stool in the future, it won't be so easy to get it.

Although Xu Damao could get the treasure by deception, after all, there were not many people in the village who knew the value of the treasure. Maybe with a fish or a few bread cakes, he could get a precious antique that was worth hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars in the previous life.

But even though he didn't know how he came to this world, Xu Damao felt that it was better to follow his heart and not do things that made his own thoughts confused.

Otherwise, the next time you wake up, you will probably be being tortured in the eighteen levels of hell.

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After much thought, Xu Damao decided that it would be better to sell this thing in the ghost market in the capital. By then, he would dress up conservatively and no one would recognize him.

Why is it called "Ghost Market".

During the late Qing Dynasty, the situation was turbulent and the country was in danger. Even the emperor could not save the country, let alone his ministers.

Many of the Qing dynasty's nobles and wealthy men who had fallen on hard times had no household registration after their families went bankrupt, and could only survive by selling the little property left by their ancestors.

But after all, they were once prominent, so how could they put down their pride and lose face? So they took advantage of the half-light before dawn to secretly sell valuable treasures or antiques on the street, thus avoiding acquaintances and making a deal.

Beijing was the imperial city and was once the gathering place for bureaucratic families. There were also many dignitaries who were impoverished. Over time, this became a city and the "ghost market" came into being.

Another version is that the ghost market opens early, before daybreak, and without electricity, it is pitch black.

The poor struck flints, the rich carried lanterns, and under the simple lighting that flickered like a ghost fire, people moved back and forth, erratic. The ghosts were gone, but the ghost spirit was there first.

In addition, many scoundrels also come here to get rid of some shady stuff that cannot be seen in public, and there are counterfeiters who take advantage of the chaos to sell some fakes. Both of them are sneaky, and in short, they cannot be separated from the word "ghost", hence the name Ghost Market.