Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Xu Damao looked at the various styles of old pen holders, inkstones, and various bottles and jars and other sundries that Zhang Tietou had collected in the wooden box, frowned and continued:

"Especially fragile items like this, we must store them carefully, otherwise we won't be able to sell them at a high price, and then we will lose more than we gain."

Zhang Tietou quickly nodded and promised to pay attention next time.

Xu Damao then checked the other items again and found nothing wrong.

There were dozens of items in the box. Although there were no extremely valuable treasures, they were all old items that were at least hundreds of years old.

Finally, he said to Zhang Tietou, "Okay, let's leave it at that for now. Remember what I said, prepare more boxes next time and store different types of old items separately. This will not only make management easier, but also better protect them."

Zhang Tietou thanked Xu Damao again and promised to do as he asked. Xu Damao nodded.

"How much did you pay for this box of goods?" Xu Damao asked calmly, looking at the box in front of him.

Hearing Xu Damao's question, Zhang Tietou nodded quickly and said with a smile: "This cost a lot of money. I have a ledger here. It took me three days to get this box. Let me see it."

As he spoke, Zhang Tietou picked up the account book and started to look through it. Although he was not very literate, he could still recognize some simple numbers.

After a long while, Zhang Tietou finally looked up and said to Xu Damao, "Brother, this box cost me 72.5 yuan in total."

Zhang Tietou counted on his fingers for a long time, finally came up with a result, and reported it to Xu Damao.

After listening to this, Xu Damao nodded slightly, and then said generously: "Okay, I'll take this box of things, one hundred yuan!"

When Zhang Tietou heard this, he quickly shook his head and waved his hands, saying: "Oh, how can this be? It's New Year's Day, and we brothers don't have anything to present to you, big brother. You can take this box of things, and it will be considered as a present to you from Genwang and me, hehe!" As he spoke, Zhang Tietou laughed, with a flattering smile on his face.

"No, you two don't have to think about getting money for me."

Xu Damao waved his hand with a faint smile on his face, rejecting their kindness.

"I'm telling you, Tietou, your boss has plenty of money and has no shortage of it. Just keep the money you earn for yourself and don't worry about my share." After saying that, he patted Zhang Tietou on the shoulder.

"If there is any matter in the future, I will ask you to do it, but I may not let you do it many times in a year or two, do you understand?" Xu Damao reminded softly.

"Yes, yes, I understand what the boss means." Zhang Tietou nodded quickly, smiling to show his understanding. He knew Xu Damao's intentions very well, and knew that he had to be ready to follow his arrangements at any time.

Xu Damao nodded with satisfaction, then took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, carefully counted out a hundred yuan, and stuffed it directly into Zhang Tietou's hand. "Take it." He said with a smile.

"Hey, thanks, brother!" Zhang Tietou was overjoyed. He took the 100 yuan from Xu Damao without hesitation and put it carefully into his pocket. He looked at Xu Damao gratefully, his heart full of respect and gratitude for him.

Then, Zhang Tietou patted Huang Genwang beside him, signaling him to join in the action. The two of them quickly picked up the box and carefully placed it on the back seat of Xu Damao's bicycle.

Because the wooden box was too big, it could only be placed on the back seat. Huang Genwang then took out a hemp rope and began to secure the wooden box to the bicycle.

"Brother has already tied it up, look how strong it is."

Huang Genwang patted the wooden box on the bicycle and said.

"Well, put the food here first. I'm going to go eat something. I'll bring you whatever you two want to eat."

"Oh, I dare not trouble you, big brother. We can just eat something casually later."

Huang Genwang scratched his head and said.

"Okay then, keep an eye on my car. I'll be back after dinner."

Xu Damao left Zhang Tietou and Huang Genwang's stall and didn't walk far. When he saw a busy restaurant, he went in.

After a simple bowl of noodles with soybean paste, Xu Damao walked back leisurely, bought some door god stickers and Spring Festival couplets, then returned to Zhang Tietou and Huang Genwang's stall and left directly pushing his bicycle.

Next to the gate of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, Yan Bugui was sitting on a small bench, writing Spring Festival couplets seriously. He was surrounded by people waiting to buy his couplets. While writing the couplets, Yan Bugui chatted with the people around him, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Next to Yan Bugui, there are two small tables. On one of the tables is a small wooden box filled with small change. These small change are the payment for the Spring Festival couplets that customers use to buy.

On the other table, there were all kinds of things, including peanuts, dried radishes, and other snacks.

But the most eye-catching thing is the pound of white fat meat placed in the middle of the table. This pound of fat meat looks very tempting, making people want to take a bite.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came: "Oh, Teacher Yan is busy writing Spring Festival couplets." Everyone turned their heads and saw a young man in a cotton jacket walking over.

The young man was He Yuzhu. He walked to Yan Bugui's stall, looked at the Spring Festival couplets and fat meat on the table, and said with a smile: "Teacher Yan, your business is good!"

Yan Bugui looked up and saw that it was He Yuzhu, and he also laughed: "Hey, Zhuzi, you are here. Is it the holiday? I am taking advantage of the New Year to make a little money." Then he pointed to the fat meat on the table and said: "Here, this is the reward Xu Damao gave me."

He Yuzhu looked at the pound of fat meat, swallowed his saliva, and said, "Xu Damao is really generous. He actually gave you so much meat. But I don't have a holiday. I still have to go to work in the factory tomorrow. Who told me to cook so well?"

Yan Bugui also smiled proudly and said, "Haha, it's because I have good handwriting."

"Then Teacher Yan, please help me write two Spring Festival couplets. Don't worry, I'm no worse than that guy Xu Damao!"

He Yuzhu came forward with the cut red paper.

"Oh, no need. Damao has already written three couplets and hasn't even taken the red paper. Zhuzi, you don't have to give me anything."

Yan Bugui said with a smile, but he felt a little sorry that he couldn't earn some benefits from He Yuzhu. Forget it, they are all from the same courtyard, so this guy got a bargain. "

"That's fine, thank you for troubling Teacher Yan."