Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

However, the origin of these copper coins is somewhat confusing. They all seem to come from the same place - a cemetery. Moreover, according to Xu Damao's experience, most of these copper coins should have been fished out of a puddle.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for so many copper coins to have such severe rust.

"These mountain movers are quite capable. I guess Yan Bugui doesn't have a very good relationship with them, otherwise why didn't we see many big items, but only small things like this."

Xu Damao thought secretly.

"What about these things? I saw some people holding lanterns, looking at them, shaking their heads and walking away. Are they worthless?"

Yan Bugui collected things from the other side of the stall and asked Xu Damao to see them.

Xu Damao had seen those things a long time ago, and sneered in his heart: "Only those who know the business know what these things mean!"

"Teacher Yan, these black and red ones are called jade cicadas, and these jade pendants that look like they are covered with silk are blood-stained jade. They are also ancient jades, and can be considered antiques. As for why those people don't look at them a second time after seeing them, it's because of the origins of these things."

Xu Damao spoke eloquently and looked like an appraiser, which was convincing.

"Oh? What's its origin?" Yan Bugui asked hurriedly.

Xu Damao picked up a jade cicada and said, "These jade cicadas are actually things that are put in the mouths of the dead. They are called nine-orifice jade plugs. In ancient times, wealthy families would put these things in their mouths when they were buried."

Xu Damao picked up another piece of blood-stained jade and explained, "These blood-stained jades were buried underground for a long time and soaked in blood. They are also things from dead people, such as being placed on the chest, so..."

Xu Damao wanted to say something but stopped himself, but he knew that Yan Bugui would definitely understand.

After hearing this, Yan Bugui's face changed and he threw the thing in his hand to the ground in disgust.

"So, Teacher Yan, although these things are antiques, due to their special origins, many people are reluctant to touch them, thinking they are unlucky. However, for some people with special hobbies, they like to collect such items very much." Xu Damao explained with a smile.

Yan Bugui seemed to be frightened. He looked at those things with disgust and waved his hand, saying, "Da Mao, do you want these things? If you want them, take them away quickly. I don't want them. It's really unlucky!"

Xu Damao smiled, put the things away, and then said to Yan Bugui: "Teacher Yan, do you have anything else to see?"

Yan Bugui shook his head and said, "No more, they are all here."

Xu Damao nodded, then reached out from his pocket and took out a crumpled five-dollar bill. He carefully handed it to Yan Bugui and said softly, "Here's five dollars. Although these things were taken from dead people, they are antiques after all. I'll take the three jade cicadas and two pieces of blood-soaked jade as one dollar each."

Yan Bugui took the crumpled banknote and nodded with satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with greed, but he said hypocritically: "Oh, Damao, logically speaking, I really shouldn't have taken this money from you..."

Xu Damao smiled, revealing a sly smile, and responded: "You are too polite, Teacher Yan, we are friends. If you have any good things in the future, remember to come to me."

Yan Bugui nodded quickly, with a greedy smile on his face, and said with tears of gratitude: "Of course, of course, Brother Damao is such a good person, I will remember your kindness."

Xu Damao chatted with Yan Bugui for a few words, then turned and left, returning to his stall.

Not long after, two more people came to Xu Damao's stall. They squatted down and carefully observed the items on the stall. After some selection, they bought some small items, two seals made of chicken blood stone and Shoushan stone, two bamboo pen holders from the late Qing Dynasty, and even the "horn" used by the unfavored concubines in the palace.

The buyer of "Mr. Horn" was a young man. He looked at the item in his hand, then looked at the people around him, then walked up to Xu Damao and asked, "How much is this?"

Xu Damao held up three fingers and said, "3 yuan."

The young man nodded without bargaining. He took out three dollars from his pocket and handed it to Xu Damao, then took the item and left.

Xu Damao took the money, flicked the coin with his fingers, nodded with satisfaction, and put the money into his pocket. He thought to himself: "Hey, this business is quite easy to do."

Yan Bugui watched this scene from the side with a smile on his face. He knew that these things were collected by Xu Damao from the countryside, and some were even unwanted by others, but after his processing and packaging, they became valuable things.

Xu Damao and Yan Bugui continued to wait in front of the stall, waiting for more people to come and buy. Some people were interested in these strange things, while others just watched curiously.

Xu Da counted the income today, and found that he had sold 30 yuan in total. Although it was not much, it was enough for him.

Xu Damao sighed and said to Yan Bugui, "Alas, Mr. Yan, I only sold a few small things today and didn't make much money."

Yan Bugui smiled and consoled him, "It's not bad, Damao. You can earn at least five or eight dollars from these things. Isn't this much more than working for a few days? Haha."

Xu Damao shook his head helplessly and said, "Teacher Yan, you don't know that I don't always get those old items when I go to the village. Sometimes I work hard for a while, but end up returning empty-handed. It all depends on luck."

Yan Bugui patted Xu Damao on the shoulder and said, "Don't be discouraged, Damao, take your time. As long as you work hard, you will always gain something. And you must have more than just these things in your hands, hehe."

"Indeed, there are some items left at home that I haven't brought here. I'm not sure about those things, so I plan to take some time to let my friend take a look at them, so that I can have a better idea of ​​what they are." Xu Damao nodded and said.

"Ah..." Xu Damao opened his mouth and yawned, stretched his body, smacked his lips and said, "Teacher Yan, it's getting late, let's pack up and go back, my eyelids are fighting each other."

"We've only been here for over an hour. Are we leaving now?" Yan Bugui didn't want to leave. He felt that he could still sell some more copper coins on his stall.

"Teacher Yan, we have almost sold out the things on our stall. The remaining things are probably not going to sell well. Unless we lower the price, people may not be interested in them. Besides, it is very cold today. Teacher Yan, I noticed that your feet are very cold, and you have been walking around all the time."