Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Xu Damao said softly, and at the same time, his palm moved slightly, and the dagger seemed to turn into a nimble butterfly. After quickly spinning several circles above his palm, he held the tip of the knife and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"Uh... OK! Thank you very much for your kindness, sir."

"The ship is about to arrive at its destination, let's set off!" Xu Damao and the middle-aged man walked towards the beach side by side.

"Didn't we agree that there are more cargoes that need to be loaded onto the ship? Where are those things?" The captain leaped onto the shore and asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"There has been a change in plans. The cargo will no longer be carried. You will just be responsible for sending me over."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and answered as if relieved.

"Okay! But we have to make it clear that the money you paid for loading and unloading will not be refunded!"

"No need to return it. You can keep it to buy more cigarettes and alcohol. I know the rules here."

"Haha, alright then, I'll get ready to go now!"

"Yes, let's go, let's go!" The middle-aged man jumped into the boat quickly like an nimble monkey, and anxiously urged the other party to set off quickly.

"Okay!" The boatman responded and began to row the boat. The boat sped away from the seashore like an arrow and went farther and farther into the distance.

Xu Damao stood on the shore, silently watching the middle-aged man's figure gradually disappear from his sight. Then he turned around, pushed his bicycle from the side, and rushed away along the same road he came from like an arrow.

Xu Damao was not in a hurry to go back. He drove very fast, but he deliberately slowed down after a while. Even so, when he arrived in the capital, it was almost ten o'clock in the morning.

"Damn! This was such a fucking fulfilling night, but the harvest was also quite considerable!" Xu Damao sat at a small stall at the edge of the market, breathing heavily with contentment, his face filled with excitement and excitement that was difficult to conceal.

After a night of hard work, he was already hungry, but at this moment, his fatigue seemed to have been replaced by a full sense of accomplishment. He hurriedly ordered some food, wolfed down his stomach, and then rushed back to the small yard he bought.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Xu Damao could not wait to go straight to the room and happily began to examine the "trophies" of last night. Precious items were displayed before his eyes, and he could not let go of several exquisite porcelains. These porcelains were unique in shape and exquisite in craftsmanship, and each one exuded a unique charm. He carefully picked up one of the vases, gently stroked its delicate glaze, and felt the heavy texture.

After a careful inspection, Xu Damao secretly made a decision: he would keep all these valuable porcelains for his own collection and would never sell them. Because to him, these were not just simple items, but also the testimony of his hard work and his favorite things in his heart.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the special silver dollar he got from Brother Niu, so he quickly took out the silver dollar, put it in his palm, and looked at it carefully.

The front of this silver dollar is a lifelike bald head portrait, wearing a simple Zhongshan suit, with a solemn and resolute expression; while the back is printed with bright five-color flag and eighteen-star flag patterns, and the words "17th year of the Republic of China" are clearly engraved above. This is obviously not the common Yuan Datou, but the extremely rare portrait of Zhang Zuolin!

Xu Damao's eyes widened, and an indescribable joy surged in his heart. He knew that the value of this silver dollar was far beyond that of ordinary currency. It represented a piece of history and a culture, and was also a rare treasure that collectors dreamed of.

Xu Damao couldn't help but sigh that his luck was so good that he could get such an extremely precious silver dollar.

Xu Damao had only seen a photo of this silver dollar on the Internet in his previous life, but he was deeply impressed. After all, it was sold at an auction for more than 10 million yuan...

However, in this era, such a silver dollar naturally cannot have such a high value. However, due to its extreme scarcity, its price may be slightly higher than other ordinary silver dollars, about ten or twenty yuan, which is really not a valuable thing.

In the wooden box, there were 27 small yellow croakers and two large yellow croakers from the Republic of China period neatly placed. Each small yellow croaker weighed about 30 grams, while a large yellow croaker weighed more than 300 grams, and there were some words engraved on their surfaces.

These items have strong purchasing power in today's society and in the past during the Republic of China. During the Republic of China, a small yellow croaker weighing more than 30 grams was enough to exchange for more than 30 silver dollars! There is even a rumor that Mr. Lu Xun used three large yellow croakers to buy a three-story courtyard house in Beijing covering an area of ​​more than 300 square meters.

In the context of Xu Damao's previous life, even if this little bit of gold was used to purchase a courtyard house in a prime location in the capital, it would probably only be enough to buy a mere three or four square meters...

After packing up his belongings, Xu Damao was overwhelmed by a strong sense of sleepiness. He quickly took off his clothes, fell on the bed without saying a word, and fell asleep.

Xu Damao slept soundly until about five in the afternoon, when he slowly woke up. His original plan to go play with Lou Xiao'e in the afternoon was unsuccessful, so he had to go back home to his quadrangle residence.

On the way, Xu Damao passed by a meat stall and his eyes were attracted by the ribs that had not yet been boned.

"Help me chop this whole slab of ribs!"

"Okay, little brother, you have good taste. You know that the meat near the bone is the most delicious!"

As the stall owner spoke, he skillfully picked up the boning knife and chopped the ribs into even small pieces in the blink of an eye.

In addition, Xu Damao also picked a juicy white radish. He planned to go home and stew a pot of delicious pork ribs and radish soup. At the same time, he made up his mind that in the future, whenever he cooks in the courtyard, he must cook a few hearty meat dishes. In this way, the tempting aroma can fully stimulate the olfactory nerves of his neighbors, which can be regarded as a kind of evil taste unique to Xu Damao.

The next morning, the sun was shining brightly and the breeze was blowing. Xu Damao rode his bicycle slowly towards the steel mill.

"Da Mao! We have a screening today. You have to leave early because the journey today is a bit far. We have to go to Xiaoli Village."

As soon as Brother Zhao saw Xu Damao coming, he stepped forward to greet him enthusiastically and gave him a kind reminder.