Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Xu Damao thought for a moment and replied.

"In the past, Huanghuali was a wood that only the royal family and the wealthy could afford. I don't think even the wealthy families and the big landlords could afford to build such a big Huanghuali bed. Sister Fang, if you want to sell this bed, you have to sell it to me, hehe!"

After hearing what Xu Damao said, Zhao Fangfang was secretly delighted. She didn't expect that the bed in her home was so precious. She originally thought it was just an ordinary wooden bed, but now it seems that it may be a rare treasure. Thinking of this, Zhao Fangfang couldn't help but be full of curiosity about this bed.

"If not you, who else can I sell it to? I don't know the others. If they cheat me, a single woman, I can't do anything about it." Zhao Fangfang said with some resentment.

Xu Damao understood what Zhao Fangfang meant, and he knew that Zhao Fangfang needed someone to accompany her.

"What's the matter, Sister Fang? Is there anyone in this village bullying you? Or is that Li Ergou harassing you again?" Xu Damao's expression suddenly turned cold.

"No, I'm just alone in this village, with no one to talk to, and I feel a little lonely." Zhao Fangfang sighed softly, with a hint of resentment in her eyes.

Xu Damao looked at Zhao Fangfang's beautiful and sad face, and a feeling of pity and care for her welled up in his heart. He walked to Zhao Fangfang and gently patted her shoulder to comfort her.

"Sister Fang, if you feel lonely, you can come and chat with me anytime. I will always be by your side to support you. I work in a steel rolling mill. If you can't make it here, you can come to me." Xu Damao said gently.

Zhao Fangfang looked at Xu Damao gratefully, with a blush on her face. She felt Xu Damao's care and love, and her heart suddenly felt warm.

"Forget it. I'm a widow with a bad reputation in this village, so I won't bother you. If I go to find you and people see me and gossip about me, it will be hard for you to find a partner. It's enough for me to know your feelings."

Zhao Fangfang looked at Xu Damao with a smile, and a wave of tenderness and sweetness filled her heart.

"Okay, Sister Fang, if you have anything to say, just come to me directly. But now I have to pull the quilt and mattress apart to see if the bed is made of huanghuali wood." Xu Damao's eyes flashed with cunning, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He took Zhao Fangfang's little hand, gently stroked the back of her hand, and then slowly walked to the bed.

Zhao Fangfang blushed and her heart beat fast because of his actions, but she still followed him obediently. After the two came to the bed, Xu Damao gently helped Zhao Fangfang sit on the bed, and then began to make the bed.

He first slowly rolled up the mattress and sheets on the bed and carefully placed them on the table beside him. Then, he carefully uncovered the layer of newspaper underneath, as if he was unveiling a mysterious veil.

When the last layer of newspaper was removed, a golden, extremely beautiful wood texture was revealed. Xu Damao's eyes lit up and he shouted excitedly: "This bed board is actually golden nanmu!"

Hearing this news, Zhao Fangfang couldn't help but come over curiously, looking at the beautiful wood texture, her mind full of questions: "Golden nanmu? I've never heard of it."

Facing Zhao Fangfang's doubts, Xu Damao patiently explained: "It's normal that you don't know. This kind of wood is very precious and only the imperial palace can use it. So now I can be sure that this bed is definitely something from the palace."

Zhao Fangfang opened her mouth in surprise and asked in disbelief, "Isn't he from a wealthy family or a big landlord's family?"

Xu Damao smiled proudly, shook his head and said, "Hehe, golden nanmu is a wood used exclusively in the imperial palace. If others use it indiscriminately, they will probably lose their heads! Sister Fang, does your man's ancestor have some connection with the imperial palace?"

Xu Damao asked Zhao Fangfang.

"There should be, but I'm not too sure. I seem to have heard him mention it before, saying that his second master had some business dealings with the palace. I don't know the details. Damao, how much can this bed sell for?" Zhao Fangfang frowned and thought about it carefully, but still couldn't be sure of the details, so she decided to ask Xu Damao about the price of the bed.

"It's hard to say, but at least a few hundred is definitely no problem." After careful observation and research, Xu Damao cautiously gave a rough price range.

"What? Can this wooden bed be worth hundreds of dollars? I thought it was worth a few dozen dollars at most." Zhao Fangfang widened her eyes and looked at Xu Damao in surprise, obviously finding the price unbelievable.

"Hey, Sister Fang, don't underestimate this bed. Not only is it made of precious wood, but it also adopts the Pleiades structure. The craftsmanship is very exquisite. Look at the texture on it, it should be something from the mid-Qing Dynasty. It is an antique and its value is quite high!" Xu Damao explained patiently.

"Really?" Zhao Fangfang still had a skeptical expression on her face, and she seemed unwilling to accept this fact. After all, for ordinary people, it is hard to imagine that a seemingly ordinary wooden bed can have such a high value.

"What's wrong, Sister Fang? Are you reluctant to sell it?" Xu Damao said jokingly with a slight smile on his face.

Zhao Fangfang shook her head slightly and said firmly, "Why are you reluctant to sell it? I only use this thing as a bed at home, but I didn't expect it to be worth so much money. Then I'll sell it to you, Damao."

Hearing this, Xu Damao nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, then I'll buy it. By the way, if I take this bed away, where will you sleep?"

Zhao Fangfang answered without hesitation: "There is another bed in the side room, which is about the same size as this one. It has been placed there all the time. We can just move it into this room when the time comes."

"Okay, then I will have to hire a carriage to take it away. So, Sister Fang, you go contact a horse carriage or a donkey cart, and tomorrow morning you can make the bed, load the cart and go." Xu Damao suggested.

Zhao Fangfang frowned in embarrassment and asked softly, "Ah, should I go find a carriage?"

Xu Damao looked at her suspiciously and asked, "What's wrong? Isn't there a rickshaw driver in this village?"

Zhao Fangfang sighed helplessly and explained: "Yes, there is, but... I'm not very familiar with him, and my reputation in this village is not very good..." When she said this, her voice gradually lowered and a hint of embarrassment appeared on her face.

Sister Fang hesitated and lowered her head with a sense of grievance.

"Oh, gossips are scary! There are gossipers everywhere. Sister Fang, at worst we just stop living here and move to the city!" Xu Damao sighed helplessly.