Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

"No, that's not what I meant. I mean that people come all the way here to collect things in order to make some money. Otherwise, who would be willing to come all the way to the village?"

Lin Jiashuang insisted on her own ideas, but her tone was not as firm as before, and she seemed to realize that she might have been deceived by those unscrupulous businessmen. She felt a little annoyed, why did she believe others so easily. But it was useless to think about it now, so she should think about what to do next.

"Sister Shuang, you must not be fooled again. If you encounter such things in the future, you must find out more and don't let those unscrupulous businessmen succeed."

"Alas, Sister Shuang, you don't know! These profiteers are so abominable. They buy things from you at extremely low prices, and then resell them to other places, and the price is directly increased by ten, a hundred, a thousand or even ten thousand times! These people are so cruel. If you meet such people again in the future, you must be more careful!"

Xu Damao said with emotion, and at the same time, his mind involuntarily emerged the scene of him and his friends going to the old village to look for old houses in his previous life. At that time, things worth hundreds of thousands of yuan were easily bought with only a few thousand yuan, and both the sellers and buyers were very happy...

However, Xu Damao knew that museums do not manufacture antiques themselves, and auction houses do not produce treasures for no reason. All the precious items on display were actually collected bit by bit from the public. And the stories that happened in this process are probably too many to tell even if you talk for three days and three nights.

"Okay, I know you won't lie to me. So tell me, how much are these things worth? And how do we calculate the cash?"

"I need to examine these things carefully before I can give you an accurate estimate. As for these silver dollars, I can give you three dollars each to take them away."

"Ah? Isn't the bank recycling only two dollars and fifty cents? You just said, little brother, you don't have to take care of me deliberately." Li Jiashuang asked with a puzzled look.

Xu Damao smiled and patiently explained: "Yes, the bank does recycle two silver dollars for one. But think about it, these things will definitely not be minted again in the future, they have collection value! And as time goes by, there will be fewer and fewer silver dollars on the market, so it is normal for the price to be a little higher. Besides, some rare silver dollars are worth a lot of money!"

As he spoke, Xu Damao began to carefully look through the box filled with more than a dozen silver dollars. He picked up one of them, put it in the sun and looked at it carefully, then smiled and said to Li Jiashuang: "Look, just like this Guangxu Yuanbao, it has a long history and is well preserved. Such a silver dollar is worth more than three yuan, at least five yuan! I still make a profit."

Li Jiashuang seemed to understand something after listening to Xu Damao's words. He nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed with Xu Damao's point of view. After all, for people who like to collect coins, these silver dollars are not only a kind of currency, but also a witness to history and a heritage of culture.

Seeing Li Jiashuang gradually understand his idea, Xu Damao was secretly happy. He knew that he had successfully aroused the other party's interest, and the subsequent transaction should be much smoother. So, he continued to introduce the characteristics and value of several other silver dollars to Li Jiashuang, so that the other party had a deeper understanding of these silver dollars.

"These two bottles are really good. They are obviously the products of the late Qing Dynasty. Although they are from folk kilns, they are also small fine products. What's more valuable is that they are a pair! In this case, they must be worth at least dozens of yuan. As for these jades, they are quite outstanding! They are all authentic Xinjiang Hetian jade seed material mutton-fat jade! These jades alone can be sold for more than a hundred yuan! Hey, Shuangjie, do you know what these things symbolize?"

Xu Damao picked up the mutton-fat jade axe from the box with great interest and asked Lin Jiashuang curiously.

"Oh, I really don't know. This thing looks like an axe, but what use is a jade axe? It will probably break into pieces if it is touched a little bit. It can't be used to chop wood at all..."

Lin Jiashuang replied with a puzzled look on his face.

"Sister Shuang, take a closer look at the back of this jade axe and see what patterns are engraved on it."

Xu Damao reminded her.

"Oh, let me see... Hmm, it looks like a dragon! And there are two dragons! What special meaning does this have?"

After Lin Jiashuang took a closer look, he was still confused.

"Hey, Sister Shuang, let me tell you something. China's jade culture has a long history and is profound! Every carving on a piece of jade has its own unique meaning. Look, is this an axe?"

"Yes?"

"Are there two dragons carved on the axe?" He stared at the axe in front of him, as if he wanted to see the secret hidden in it.

"Yes, isn't it right under my nose?" She gently picked up the axe and carefully stroked the patterns on it. The two dragons were lifelike, as if they would take off at any time.

"Hey, Sister Shuang, I also know that this thing was definitely not bought by your man, but was given to him by his elders."

Xu Damao smiled mysteriously, with a sly gleam in his eyes, as if he already knew the answer.

"Yes, you guessed it right. This is indeed something my man's grandfather gave to his father. What is the meaning of this thing?" she asked curiously, her heart full of doubts.

"The meaning of this white jade axe is that there is a dragon on the axe (mansion), which means that your man's grandfather wants your man's father to have more boys. Hehe! This thing has commemorative significance. Shuangjie, do you want to keep it?" He explained with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

After hearing this, she smiled bitterly. "Well, I'd better not keep it. After all, my husband passed away several years ago. I'll just sell it to you." She sighed softly and put the axe back to its original place.

"Okay, I'll take a look at the things in your box and calculate the price."

Xu Damao opened the box and carefully checked every item inside. These things were left by her man, and each one carried their memories.

She stood aside silently, watching him busy, feeling a lot of emotions in her heart. Although these things are precious, they no longer have much meaning to her. Selling them may be a relief.