Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

"Hey, Mr. Yan, tell me, how do you know that the old man is so skilled? Is there any unknown story between you two?" Xu Damao asked hurriedly, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He knew that although Yan Bugui was a bit stingy, he was still well-informed.

Yan Bugui stopped, turned around, glanced at Xu Damao, then smiled mysteriously and said, "You may not know this, but I learned Kung Fu from a master back then."

"That master's name is very famous in the martial arts world. It is said that his boxing skills are like a violent storm, making it impossible to avoid him. Moreover, when he was young, he was also a ruthless character. He once beat away several gangsters with his bare hands. That's why I say he is good at fighting."

Xu Damao was secretly surprised when he heard what Yan Bugui said. He didn't expect that the old man had such a past, but why did he become like this now? Could it be that people's personalities change when they reach a certain age?

"I see. It seems that I really underestimated this old man. However, no matter how good he is at fighting, he can't just bully people. I, Xu Damao, am not a pushover. If anyone dares to mess with me, I will make sure he pays!" Xu Damao said gritting his teeth.

Seeing this, Yan Bugui quickly agreed, "That's right, we can't show weakness. But, Damao, you'd better be careful in the future and don't offend people all the time. After all, it's better to have one more friend than one more enemy."

"I see, Mr. Yan. Thank you for your reminder. I will pay attention to it, but Mr. Yan probably only heard one side of Yi Zhonghai's story, right? Everyone can brag, but I don't believe he is that good at fighting."

Xu Damao shook his head, looking disbelieving.

"Hey, it's okay to tell you about it. It happened several years ago. At that time, Peking had not yet been liberated. Yi Zhonghai was just like you. He was not at home all day long. I don't know what he was busy doing outside."

"Hey, did you go out to look for a lover, Teacher Yan?"

"Haha, who knows? But one time, he and I went out to buy food. On our way back, we ran into two thieves who were robbing people. They were holding knives in their hands. I was really scared at that time."

"The two little thieves looked ferocious. When they saw us, they immediately surrounded us and kept shouting at us to hand over all the money and food we had. I was terribly scared and thought, this is the end. What should I do?"

"At this moment, Yi Zhonghai was very calm. He handed his grain to me and said, 'Don't be afraid, I'm here.' Then he walked forward and faced the two thieves."

"Yi Zhonghai was agile and quick in his movements. He dodged the attacks of the thieves and then unexpectedly kicked one of them to the ground. The other thief immediately swung his dagger at Yi Zhonghai, but Yi Zhonghai easily avoided his attack and grabbed his wrist, twisting it hard. The thief screamed in pain."

"Yi Zhonghai took advantage of the situation and kicked the little thief several meters away. The whole process was clean and neat, without any drag. I was stunned watching from the side, completely impressed by Yi Zhonghai's kung fu."

Yan Bugui said this with some excitement, as if he had dealt with two robbers himself.

"Hey, that second uncle is a blacksmith, so he must be even stronger."

"Although Lao Liu is strong, he only has brute strength. If they really fight, his skills and reaction ability are far inferior to Yi Zhonghai. Yi Zhonghai is a senior fitter. His work requires a high degree of precision and skill. Perhaps these skills are also useful in fighting. Therefore, if they really fight, Lao Liu is no match for Yi Zhonghai."

"Well, have they ever fought before?"

"Hehe, that's for sure! But Lao Liu is no match at all."

"Oh?" Xu Damao became interested and asked, "Why did they fight? Tell me quickly!"

"Hey! This is a long story..." The other party began to explain the reason for their fight, but Xu Damao's mind was not here at all.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he thought of the silver dollar with Zhang Zuolin's head that he had obtained from Brother Niu before. So he quickly interrupted the other party, turned his head and looked at Yan Bugui, and said with a smile on his face: "By the way, Mr. Yan, do you still have the silver dollars that your family used before liberation? I have a friend who is particularly interested in this! As you know, the bank only gives 2.5 yuan for each silver dollar. How about this, I will pay 3 yuan for each one?"

Xu Damao was secretly pleased with himself, thinking that he was really smart. He seemed to see a pile of silver dollars hidden in Yan Bugui's house, waiting for him to dig! Yan Bugui was a little confused by his sudden question.

"Alas, Damao, you think too much. Ordinary people like us don't have any money at home!" Yan Bugui shook his head helplessly, "The money and the small yellow croaker are both hard currencies. I remember that before the Japanese devils left, gold was a banned item and was prohibited from circulating in the market. At that time, ordinary people only had legal tender and central bank notes in their hands, which were worthless!"

As Yan Bugui spoke, he recalled those difficult years. He couldn't help but sigh: "Life was so hard at that time!" However, Xu Damao didn't care about these at all. He only had the silver dollar that might exist in his eyes.

"Teacher Yan, you don't have it at home, but does your friend have it? My friend not only collects antiques, he also likes all kinds of strange and weird things! As long as it is a treasure that he likes, he will buy it without hesitation even if the price is much higher than the market price!" Xu Damao's face was filled with pride, as if he was the wealthy friend.

At this moment, Xu Damao was like a proud rooster, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, full of pride. He showed off his friend's generosity and love of strange and bizarre things, as if he wanted everyone to know that he had such an amazing friend.

Yan Bugui was moved after hearing what Xu Damao said. He hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Okay, I'll go back and ask my friends and the teachers in our school, Damao, do you really want to buy back the silver dollars at three yuan each? Why is that? Can the value of those silver dollars really increase if I keep them in my hands?"