Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Yan Bugui's tone was full of doubt and puzzlement. He really couldn't understand why Xu Damao was willing to pay such a high price to buy the silver dollar. After all, in the social context at that time, three yuan was not a small amount for ordinary people.

Xu Damao smiled and said mysteriously, "Hey, my friend said that this silver dollar will definitely not be minted again in the future. Moreover, the Bank of China is now vigorously recycling silver dollars. As time goes by, these things will only become scarcer, and their collection value will naturally rise! So, he wants to collect more."

After listening to this, Yan Bugui nodded in sudden enlightenment: "Oh... So that's how it is, your friend really has good taste." He couldn't help but feel some admiration for Xu Damao's friend, and at the same time began to think about whether he should also try to collect some silver dollars.

After all, who doesn't want to own some valuable collectibles? Maybe you can get rich from them in the future! Thinking of this, Yan Bugui's eyes flashed with excitement.

"No, things are valuable because they are rare. There are a lot of dollars left..." Yan Bugui said this to Xu Damao with a smile, but when he turned around, he curled his lips and thought to himself: These dollars are everywhere, as numerous as cattle hairs, how could they have collection value?

"Da Mao, I'll go back first. Remember, you must let your friend take a good look at the blue bottle. I also have to go back and ask my friend to see what price he plans to sell the bottle for." Yan Bugui reminded him again with concern.

"Okay, Teacher Yan, don't worry! The day after tomorrow, I will definitely bring the bottle to find my friend and give you a message then." Xu Damao responded quickly.

"Okay, then I'll leave."

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Night fell, and the stars were shining. But Xu Damao had no desire to sleep. He sat in front of the window, bored, staring at the darkness outside. In this era, entertainment resources were scarce, and people's lives were monotonous and boring. It seemed that there was no better way to pass the time except sleeping.

The next morning, before the sun rose, Xu Damao could not wait to get up and go to the steel mill. As soon as he entered the factory gate, he went straight to Brother Zhao's office.

"Brother Zhao, do I need to go out to show a movie today?" Xu Damao asked anxiously.

Brother Zhao raised his head, glanced at Xu Damao, then hurriedly picked up several documents on the table and said as he walked, "Yes, go and prepare the projection equipment. I still have a lot of things to deal with, so I won't talk to you for now."

After saying that, Brother Zhao walked into the office in a hurry.

Seeing this, Xu Damao took quick action. He skillfully assembled the projection equipment and fixed it on the back seat of the bicycle. After finishing, he walked into the office again and asked Brother Zhao for the specific projection location.

"This time we are going to Lin Village, which is a long way off, so you have to be careful on the road. I heard that Lao Li encountered robbers on the road a few days ago and all his money and belongings were looted. So, Damao, you must pay attention to safety, try to walk on crowded roads, and avoid traveling at night." Brother Zhao warned earnestly.

Xu Damao patted his chest and responded confidently: "Don't worry, Brother Zhao, I'm not afraid of those petty thieves! If I run into them, I promise to beat them one by one!"

Xu Damao raised his fist, which was as big as a clay pot, and gestured to the air a few times. His movements were exaggerated and powerful, as if he wanted to shatter the air.

"Haha, yes! With your physique, even if you meet those robbers, they probably won't dare to provoke you easily!" Brother Zhao couldn't help but joked as he looked at Xu Damao's sturdy figure.

"Okay, I'll be off then, Brother Zhao! Be careful too! The city isn't peaceful at all, and those hooligans are very difficult to deal with."

Xu Damao responded, then got on the factory's bicycle and sped out of the steel mill.

Along the way, Xu Damao was in a good mood and hummed a little tune. After a while, he found a place in the city and had a simple breakfast. Then, he continued to ride his bicycle and arrived outside the city easily.

The road conditions outside the city were not ideal, but Xu Damao was a skilled cyclist, so his speed was not affected too much. He pedaled steadily and moved forward.

After leaving the city for about ten miles, there was a small town a few miles ahead. At this time, Xu Damao noticed something unusual in front of him from a distance - it seemed that a group of people were fighting. Seeing this, he immediately stepped on the pedal hard and accelerated in that direction...

Last night, it was pitch black and the wind was biting cold. At Zhang Yungui's home, Zhang Lijuan, the 19-year-old daughter, suddenly developed a high fever, as if she was ignited by an unknown fire. She supported her weak body and staggered out of the room to go to the toilet, but on the way back, her eyes went black and she fell headfirst into the cold yard.

At this time, Zhang Yungui was busy in the main room. Hearing a muffled sound coming from outside, he was startled and rushed out to check the situation. When he saw his daughter fainted on the ground, he was extremely anxious and quickly stepped forward to help her up, stroking her forehead with concern. The place he touched was extremely hot, as if it was burning.

Zhang Yungui knew that his daughter had a high fever, probably due to a cold. He was extremely anxious and immediately thought of some folk remedies to reduce his daughter's temperature, hoping that they would work. However, after nearly half an hour of efforts, his daughter's temperature remained high, with no signs of decreasing.

Faced with this situation, Zhang Yungui felt helpless. He knew that he could not delay any longer and had to seek more professional help as soon as possible. So, he decided without hesitation to go to the town and ask the experienced old man to come for treatment. After all, his daughter was everything in his life, and he could not let her have any accidents.

On this cold winter night, Zhang Yungui was anxious to find a cure. It was a dark night with biting cold wind, but he had only one belief in his heart: he must save his precious daughter!

Finally, he found the old man in the town and sincerely asked him to go and see his daughter. To show his sincerity, Zhang Yungui even stuffed a pack of precious "Da Qianmen" cigarettes that he usually didn't want to smoke into the doctor's pocket.

After a quick examination, the doctor slowly shook his head.

"Your daughter's fever is not easy to reduce. The main reason is that her spleen and stomach are weak. In addition, she has caught a cold. I don't have any medicine for her. My daughter, how do you feel now?"

The village doctor looked at Zhang Lijuan with a worried look on his face and asked.