Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Xu Damao looked at Sister Yang's smiling face, and an unusually serious expression appeared on his face. He half-knelt down and began to carefully examine the terracotta dog statue.

"This thing should have been casually fired in a folk kiln during the Republic of China period. It was probably made to look like the owner's big yellow dog, haha."

Seeing Xu Damao squatting with such a serious look, Sister Yang couldn't help but interrupt.

"Sister Yang, where did you get this?"

Xu Damao laughed dryly, pretended to be casual, and asked Sister Yang.

"Oh, don't mention it. A family from more than ten miles away had a feast at my place, but they didn't have money to pay the bill, so they gave this to me as payment."

Sister Yang answered Xu Damao's question nonchalantly.

"Did that family use this thing to pay off a debt or as collateral?"

Xu Damao continued to ask.

"It's just a debt repayment. I hope they are using it as collateral. This is just a pottery dog. Apart from being made to look a bit like a real thing, it's not worth much at all. So, does this pottery dog ​​have any special origin?"

Seeing Xu Damao kept asking about the origins of Tao Gou, Sister Yang couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Sister Yang, this thing is not simple. I want it. Please name your price!"

"This junk has been here for more than a year. One time, I even disliked it for taking up too much space and almost broke it and threw it away. If you like it, I'll give it to you, little brother."

Sister Yang waved her hand gracefully, showing a generous attitude.

"This... Sister Yang, let me tell you the truth. This thing is not some junk. It is a treasure from the Han Dynasty. It is a rare item!"

Looking at Sister Yang's nonchalant expression, Xu Damao told her the real year of the pottery dog ​​without hesitation.

"What Han Dynasty? I don't understand these things. I haven't read many books and I can't even recognize a few words. How can I compare my culture with you, a city dweller like you?"

"But you're quite right about it being a rare object. I've never seen anything quite like this dog. It's really rare."

As Sister Yang spoke, she clapped her hands and walked towards the side room, ready to help move the things out, but was held tightly by Xu Damao.

“Sister Yang, what I mean is that this dog is a valuable treasure. It has a history of more than 2,000 years!”

"What? This dog has a history of more than two thousand years? Could it be that people started raising dogs more than two thousand years ago?" Sister Yang was stunned for a moment, turned around and asked Xu Damao in surprise.

"This is absolutely true. I have no reason to lie to you. Sister Yang, please name a price for this thing. I really like this thing."

"At that time, the family spent about ten yuan on a table of banquet. If you really like it, just give me ten yuan..."

Sister Yang was full of doubts and hesitated for a moment before quoting a price.

"Hehe, how can I let Sister Yang suffer any loss?"

As Xu Damao spoke, he took out a stack of Great Unity notes from his pocket, quickly pulled out five and handed them to Sister Yang.

"No, you don't need that much. Ten dollars will be enough."

Sister Yang waved her hands hurriedly, perhaps she thought of something, and her cheeks instantly flushed.

"Sister Yang, to tell you the truth, this thing must be popular in the city. I'm paying fifty for it. If you find something you like when you take it back, you might be able to make dozens more. Take it!"

The corners of Xu Damao's mouth rose slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile, and then he suddenly reached out and grabbed Sister Yang's delicate and white hand.

He held Sister Yang's hand tightly and stuffed fifty yuan into her hand.

Sister Yang looked at the man in front of her with some astonishment. Her cheeks instantly flushed, and she felt shy and at a loss.

He tried to break free from Xu Damao's hand, but found that his strength was far inferior to that of the other party, so he could only accept the money helplessly.

"Then... I'll take it, little brother. You're such a good man..."

Sister Yang lowered her head and her voice was as soft as a mosquito's.

"Okay, I got the nice guy card, but these days, a nice guy means a genuine nice guy! And he's the kind of guy that girls are scrambling to marry! It's not like in my previous life, when once someone said I was a nice guy, it basically meant I had no chance."

Xu Damao muttered to himself, then walked into the side room and continued to work hard to clean up the mountains of debris inside.

As he was packing, he kept muttering, "Well, this stool is actually made of rosewood, I can keep it. Hey, even though that bird cage is made of bamboo, the craftsmanship is definitely intricate and exquisite, so I should keep it too..."

Suddenly, Xu Damao exclaimed: "Oh my god, there are porcelains here! Look at this thing, it doesn't look simple, the painting on it is really beautiful."

As he spoke, he had already moved the armchair with a missing leg in his hand to the yard outside the house and put it away. Then he went back into the house, intending to take out the two pieces of porcelain and examine them carefully.

"Wow, it feels heavy in my hand!"

Xu Damao muttered to himself as he picked up a piece of porcelain with one hand. He couldn't help but be a little surprised by its heavy feel.

His brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly thought, "No, this isn't porcelain, it's cloisonné!"

Xu Damao carefully walked out of the room holding two pieces of blue cloisonné that were more than 30 centimeters tall, as if he was holding priceless treasures in his hands.

I placed them gently on the ground in the yard, fearing that these exquisite handicrafts would be accidentally broken.

Sister Yang had sharp eyes and saw Xu Damao coming out with two beautiful porcelain vases in his hands. She smiled and said to him, "Little brother, these two porcelain vases are very beautiful. Why don't you take them?"

Xu Damao was overjoyed, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "Hey, Sister Yang, you really understand me. I really like these two bottles, but these two bottles are not made of ceramics, but..."

Before Xu Damao could finish his words, Sister Yang interrupted him: "Whatever it is, it's just a bottle. Sister Yang decided to give these two bottles to you."

Sister Yang waved her hand and said nonchalantly, "Take it! Just think of it as a gift from me!"

Her carefree movements and heroic tone seemed to show that she didn't take the two bottles seriously at all.

Xu Damao was secretly delighted, because he knew very well that the true value of these two pieces of cloisonné was incomparable to that of ordinary porcelain.

"Thank you so much, Sister Yang! But I can't take this thing for free."

As Xu Damao spoke, he carefully put the bottle and the pottery dog ​​into the back basket of the bicycle.