Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

"Thank you very much, brother. You look unfamiliar. I guess you are not from our village, right?"

As Zhao Fangfang spoke, she carried the bucket into the house.

"Well, you are right, I am not from our village, I am a projectionist from the city, and I came to your village just to show movies.

Look, the snow has become much lighter. The village chief once said that if the snow stops, it won’t have much impact on the evening movie screenings.”

Xu Damao replied softly.

"Oh, so you are from the city! Fortunately, you helped me, otherwise I would have been bullied by Li Ergou."

"Since you have helped me so much, why don't you stay here for a quick meal in the afternoon? I will kill a chicken to treat you."

Zhao Fangfang invited enthusiastically.

"Hehe, that's great. I just can't find a place to eat."

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao did not refuse too much, but nodded and agreed readily, lying with his eyes open.

"Sister Fang, are you the only one left at home?"

After the woman turned around and went into the house, Xu Damao suddenly asked.

"Well... my husband passed away last year, and now I'm the only one left at home..."

The woman sighed softly, her words filled with sadness and loneliness.

"Those people in the village love to gossip about other people. Don't take their words to heart. Now that the world has entered a new era and a new society, how can there still be so many people who believe in those feudal superstitions!"

Xu Damao said righteously.

"Thank you for your understanding, little brother. You are indeed a man from the city. You are very knowledgeable."

"Sister Fang, it's so cold today! You are wearing such thin clothes, don't you feel cold?" Xu Damao asked with concern.

Zhao Fangfang sighed softly: "Ah, it was better before. Ever since my husband passed away, life at home has become more and more difficult. But it's still bearable now, after all, the weather is not too cold. It's winter, so we can get through it if we grit our teeth."

There was a hint of helplessness and sigh in her tone.

Xu Damao felt sympathy when he heard this, and quickly said, "My car is parked over there at the commune, and there happens to be a cotton coat inside. I think the size is suitable for you, Sister Fang. I'll bring it to you later."

"No, no, no, little brother, you've helped me a lot. I'm really embarrassed to accept anything from you anymore." Zhao Fangfang quickly waved her hand to refuse.

"How can you say that, Sister Fang? Aren't you going to kill a chicken for me today to try? As the saying goes, it's impolite not to reciprocate. It's only right that I give you a cotton-padded coat. It's settled!" Xu Damao responded with a firm attitude, without any room for negotiation.

Zhao Fangfang looked up at him, a touch of emotion flashed in her eyes, but she was still a little hesitant. Finally, she nodded slightly and whispered, "Well...Okay then. Thank you, little brother." Her voice was so soft that it seemed that only she could hear it.

Xu Damao couldn't help but sigh secretly, thinking: A woman like Zhao Fangfang is a typical good wife and mother. If she is lucky enough to marry a good man, it would be fine; but if she encounters someone with ulterior motives and suffers any injustice, I am afraid she can only swallow her anger and accept it, after all, she has no opinion of her own. The saying "marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog" probably describes the philosophy of this type of women!

Xu Damao stretched himself and was about to take a short nap when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a plate on the cabinet. He had an idea and walked straight to the cabinet. He gently took the plate off the cabinet, held it in his palm, and looked at it over and over again.

"My husband said this plate is an antique, but it doesn't look very good, so it has been locked in a cabinet. I accidentally broke a bowl a few days ago, so I used this as a temporary backup."

Zhao Fangfang, who was standing nearby, saw Xu Damao paying so much attention to the plate and couldn't help but explain.

The more Xu Damao looked at it, the more he liked it. His eyes sparkled with excitement. "This is really a good thing! Although it looks inconspicuous, it is definitely a rare treasure. It is much more precious than the cloisonné! I have to take a closer look."

As he was talking, Xu Damao had already walked to the main room door with a plate in his hand and sat down on a small stool beside it. Facing the light coming in from the door, he concentrated on studying the plate in his hand.

This plate has a unique shape, about three centimeters in height, about twenty centimeters in diameter, and the bottom of the plate is about five or six centimeters in diameter. Its body is earthy yellow, covered with a layer of beige glaze, and the whole body is covered with crisscrossing crackle textures of varying depths, as dense and dense as a spider web, and the "golden wire and iron wire" texture is even more clearly discernible.

The glaze is rich and pure, but not crystal clear enough. There are many tiny bubbles scattered in the glaze, which are faintly visible like pearls, so people usually call it "foam and beads". The glaze spots inside and outside the plate are very obvious, which are all caused by the bursting of bubbles. It is undoubtedly a classic work handed down from the Ge kiln.

"My dear brother Junding! I never expected that I could see the legendary Ge kiln porcelain with my own eyes today..." Xu Damao couldn't help but sigh. Back then, it was extremely difficult for him to even see a piece of broken porcelain, but now he was lucky enough to see the real treasure.

It is true that there are many so-called Ge kiln items in the ghost market, but they are all fakes without exception. They are just imitations made during the Republic of China period, and some are even imitations made during the Qing Dynasty. Strictly speaking, they should not be called Ge kiln, but Ge glaze.

The vendors were so eloquent and boastful that they could bring the dead back to life! Sometimes they boasted that their porcelain was fired in the Ge Kiln of the Song Dynasty, and sometimes they made up all kinds of bizarre and absurd stories to increase the mystery and value of their products.

What’s even more outrageous is that the price they quoted was ridiculously high, simply outrageous!

At this moment, Xu Damao suddenly raised his head and asked Zhao Fangfang seriously, "Sister Fang, where did you get this plate from?"

Zhao Fangfang thought for a moment and replied, "Oh, I heard my husband mention this. It is said that many years ago, a rich young man from a big family secretly took this treasure from his family and sent it to a pawnshop to exchange for money in order to get some money to smoke opium."

"At that time, one of my husband's elders happened to be working as a clerk in that pawnshop..."