Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

Xu Damao nodded thoughtfully, indicating that he understood the profound meaning of Zhang Meifang's words.

He knew very well that in that turbulent era, people's lives were full of hardships and sufferings.

As the saying goes, "It is better to be a dog in peacetime than a man in troubled times", it is not just a casual saying.

The common people in troubled times don’t live as comfortably as the dogs in peacetime!

"In my opinion, this should be an artifact left over from the Qing Dynasty, and it can be considered an antique.

Sister Meifang, are you interested in selling them? You know, these things are often expensive, but they can be sold for a lot of money."

Xu Damao spoke as he examined the headdress carefully.

Hearing this, Zhang Meifang immediately became interested and asked curiously, "Oh? How much can it be sold for? This thing is not pure gold, it is made of silver, so it shouldn't be worth much, right?"

Her eyes widened, eager to know the answer.

Xu Damao hesitated for a moment, because at the moment he really couldn't estimate the exact market value of this set of headdress.

So he responded casually: "Well... after all, this is a keepsake your master left for you, don't you want to keep it for yourself?"

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that if he took such a set of exquisite headpieces to the market, it would be no problem to exchange it for a courtyard house!

"Of course I'll keep them! I usually don't wear them when I'm on stage. At most I'll wear some silver or rhinestone headdresses."

Zhang Meifang waved her hands quickly and answered firmly. At this moment, her eyes were shining with deep love and cherishment for this headdress.

"Anyway, people here don't understand. In the plays, only women who play the role of poor families wear silver headpieces, hehe."

Sister Meifang's face was filled with pride, as if she knew some invaluable secret.

"Then Sister Meifang, you must keep this whole set of things. With the workmanship and materials, it will be no problem to sell it for a few hundred dollars on the market!"

Xu Damao on the side said this with great confidence and an extremely firm tone.

"Ah! Can it be worth a few hundred dollars? Is it really that valuable?" Upon hearing this number, Sister Meifang opened her mouth in surprise, her face full of disbelief.

"That's right. Look at this set of headpieces. They should be a set of accessories on the double phoenix crown."

"Take a closer look at these two phoenixes. Not only are their shapes lifelike and vivid, but they also exude a solemn and majestic aura. I'm sure they were made by a master craftsman back then! So, we must keep them properly!"

As Xu Damao explained incessantly, he carefully picked up a phoenix headdress with kingfisher feathers in his hand and gently placed it in the wooden box beside him. After placing it, he gently closed the lid of the box, then held the wooden box in both hands and handed it to Zhang Meifang.

Zhang Meifang hurriedly stretched out her hands and solemnly took the wooden box, but suddenly she seemed to have lost her soul. She sat there blankly, motionless, with empty eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking.

"What's the matter, Sister Meifang? Are you thinking of selling this whole set of head pieces for money? If you really think so, I can take out four hundred yuan right now!" Seeing this, Xu Damao couldn't help but laughed and joked.

"Little brother, is this thing you mentioned really worth so much money? Listening to your clear and logical explanation, even I am a little tempted! But after all, it is a treasure passed down to me by my master. If I am asked to give it up so easily, I will not be able to get over it."

Zhang Meifang looked at Xu Damao with a conflicted expression, her eyes revealing reluctance, but at the same time, a hint of curiosity and expectation.

"But I do have some other things in my room. Why don't you come with me and take a look?"

As Zhang Meifang spoke, she gently placed the box in her hand on the ground, then reached out her hand and grasped Xu Damao's wrist, seemingly not caring at all about the taboos between men and women.

Xu Damao was startled by Zhang Meifang's sudden action. When he felt the other's soft, boneless, warm and delicate little hand tightly holding him, ripples appeared in his heart.

However, he quickly came to his senses, pretending to be reserved and said, "Hey, Sister Meifang, don't be in a hurry! I'm cooking chicken right now, and I really can't leave for a while."

"Hey Damao! The chicken has been stewed for a long time, and the little flame left in the pot is enough. Don't dawdle, hurry up and go with your sister to take a look at those things."

"I have a lot of antiques in my house that I brought back from the past. And my former husband also brought back a lot of old stuff. You are knowledgeable and you can help me take a good look at them and give me an estimate of their price."

Zhang Meifang ignored Xu Damao's excuses and dragged him quickly out of the kitchen.

Just like that, Xu Damao was involuntarily pulled out of the kitchen by Zhang Meifang and walked into the room where she lived...

Although it was sunny and clear outside, it was quite dark inside the house.

"Come and take a look at this first. My husband told me that this item was brought back from the landlord's house during the Landlord Game." Zhang Meifang said softly, pointing to the item in the corner.

She went on to explain: "When he saw it, he thought it was very beautiful, so he brought it back without hesitation. As a result, he was laughed at by the villagers because of this. They said he had picked up a useless piece of junk."

As she spoke, Zhang Meifang lit an old lantern, carefully carried it to an exquisite screen, and gently shook the lantern in her hand so that the faint light illuminated a corner of the screen.

Xu Damao has excellent eyesight. Even in the pitch-black night, he can see everything around him clearly, not to mention that it is still daytime. However, he knows that this unique ability of his must not be easily exposed to others.

So he hurriedly took the lantern from Zhang Meifang, pretended nothing had happened, and moved closer to the screen to look at it carefully.

"Sister Meifang, I'm not exaggerating, your elder brother really has a keen eye! To an outsider, this thing is really just beautiful;"

"But if it falls into the eyes of an expert, it will be even more extraordinary! Hehehe! In my opinion, this must have a history of at least 150 years. It is definitely an antique-level treasure!"