Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

"Yes, some families in this town are descended from wealthy nobles in the Qing Dynasty. Sometimes when they come to eat in the restaurant and don't have enough money, they will use the so-called heirlooms at home to pay off their debts."

Sister Yang sighed helplessly.

"Well, we are all neighbors, and we see each other every day. I can't make things difficult for them. So I can only accept the things they use as collateral, and then convert them at a low price, and finally put them all in that side room."

"What's wrong, Sister Yang? Are those things hard to sell?"

Xu Damao asked casually.

"Yes, this is just an ordinary small town. There won't be any buyers to buy these things. They can only be sold in the city. But I'm in charge of this restaurant, so I can't leave..."

Sister Yang said worriedly.

Xu Damao rolled his eyes and suggested, "Wouldn't it be nice to find a relative or a familiar friend to go to the city to sell it?"

Sister Yang sighed and said, "I married from far away, and my husband didn't have many friends before. As you know, there was chaos and turmoil in the past few years, and relatives were lost and missing everywhere."

Speaking of this, Sister Yang's eyes became a little dim, as if she was recalling some sad past events.

Then, she snorted coldly, "As for my relatives, hmph! It's better not to mention them!"

When she mentioned her relatives, Sister Yang's face immediately turned cold, as if she had turned into an iceberg in an instant. Her originally charming face was now filled with indifference and disdain, which made people feel awe.

Looking at this hot beauty in front of him, Xu Damao couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart, and his hands began to get naughty...

"Ah...ah, don't..."

Half an hour passed in a flash. Sister Yang's body was shaking as if she had been electrocuted. Her hands tightly grasped the quilt... It took her a long time to come back to her senses.

"Sister Yang, I'm actually in the city, and sometimes I do some small business. Can you show me your precious things? Hey, to be honest, I'm quite knowledgeable about these old things."

As Xu Damao spoke, he leaned close to Sister Yang's ear and whispered softly. The hot air from his mouth made Sister Yang's ears itch.

"Then... then please go to the city and help me sell them."

It seemed that Sister Yang's soul had only returned to her at this moment. Even the tone of her voice revealed a hint of laziness and extreme satisfaction. She entrusted the matter of selling antiques to Xu Damao without hesitation.

"Oh my, that won't do! Sister Yang, I'm so grateful that you trust me. But let's think about it from another angle. What if I take these things and run to the city and run away with the money and don't come back to find you? We've only known each other for one day."

Xu Damao patted Sister Yang on the shoulder and explained with a smile.

"Oh, little brother, I understand what you said. I did this because I trust you. Besides, those things have been there for a long time, and they are getting less and less important to me. I will be very satisfied if I can exchange them for some money."

Sister Yang said this nonchalantly, pulling the quilt over herself as she spoke.

"Okay then, let's go to that room together tomorrow morning when it's light. Oh, by the way, we can't sleep on the floor anymore, the mattress is a little wet..."

Xu Damao saw Sister Yang occupying his floor bed and quickly getting into bed, so he kindly reminded her...

"You...what are you talking about!"

Sister Yang's face suddenly became full of shyness. Like a ripe apple, she jumped up from the floor and swiftly got into the quilt of her bed.

"Ouch! Why is it so cold?"

Sister Yang lay on her side, hugging the quilt tightly, with only her head exposed, yelling to Xu Damao that she was cold...the meaning of this was naturally self-evident.

A sly smile appeared on Xu Damao's lips, and he leaned over and got into the bed. Sister Yang understood what he meant and hugged Xu Damao, snuggling into his arms like a kitten.

The next morning, just as the sky was turning pale, Xu Damao was awakened by Sister Yang's gentle voice: "Little brother, get up quickly, it's time to have breakfast."

Xu Damao rubbed his sleepy eyes and muttered, "Oh, Sister Yang, it's not even daybreak yet, why are you up so early?"

Sister Yang responded coquettishly, "That's right. I got up late today. Seeing that you were sleeping so soundly, I really couldn't bear to wake you up. Look, the food is ready. If you don't eat it now, it will get cold. That's why I woke you up. Get up and eat first."

As she was talking, Sister Yang came over with a tray. On it was a plate of fragrant, steaming steamed pork head, a bowl of fresh and tender stewed eggs, and three big, white and plump steamed buns.

Sister Yang gently placed the plate on the table and said softly, "Here's the food for you. Eat it while it's hot, little brother."

At this moment, Sister Yang looked radiant and radiant, with a hint of spring between her brows. Her big watery eyes looked at Xu Damao with a smile.

Xu Damao's heart moved, and he quickly sat up, patted the chair beside him, and invited enthusiastically: "Sister Yang, come and eat together."

As he spoke, he stared at Sister Yang's face, which became more and more charming and attractive after being nourished by love, and a sense of satisfaction surged in his heart.

"Just leave me alone. I will definitely not be distant with you."

Sister Yang did not refuse Xu Damao's invitation. She walked to the chair and sat down gracefully. She picked up a big steamed bun and a pair of chopsticks and handed them to Xu Damao.

"Sister Yang, you don't have to do anything later. I will move some things in that room to the yard by myself. After all, the things piled up in that room are like a small mountain."

"I'll pick a few things to buy first, pay in cash, and then see if there's anything else. If there's not enough space, I can't do anything about it. I'll have to wait until next time..."

"Sure, I'll listen to you."

The two of them ate and talked, and thus decided to clean up the side room.

After dinner, Sister Yang gently opened the lock of the side room. After Xu Damao entered the room, he couldn't wait to move out all the miscellaneous things, mostly broken wooden furniture, including many fine pieces from the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China.

If it were in the previous life, it might be worth some money, but now, I guess few people would be interested in these things.

"Wow, this dog is so lifelike, it looks exactly like the dog my mother's family used to raise, haha."

Sister Yang couldn't help laughing as she watched Xu Damao carefully carry out a clay dog ​​made of clay figurines.