Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

The old man pointed to the empty noodle jar with a trembling hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Just put it in this jar."

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao, who was standing aside, immediately stepped forward. He opened the bag of flour in his hand and responded with a smile: "Wow! Old man, have you finished all the flour?" Before he finished speaking, he was ready to pour the flour directly into the flour jar.

"That's right. It's been eaten up a long time ago. It's been empty for more than a month." The old man sighed, with a helpless look on his face.

At this time, the old man saw Xu Damao's bold action and couldn't help but look puzzled. He quickly stopped him and said, "Hey, young man, why don't you use a scale to weigh it? Why are you just pouring it in like this?"

As he spoke, the old man subconsciously reached into the bag and grabbed a handful of white flour, then put it under his nose and sniffed it. Instantly, a strong aroma of wheat filled his nose, and the old man muttered to himself: Well, this is indeed pure white flour without a doubt.

Hearing the old man's words, Xu Damao grinned, revealing his big white teeth, and replied cheerfully: "Hehehe, old man, you are the first one willing to sell something to me, so I have to pour more for you!"

After saying that, he continued to move his hands and poured flour into the flour jar continuously. After a while, the originally empty flour jar was filled up.

Then, Xu Damao took out a crumpled five-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it to the old man.

The old man who took the money was filled with joy. He was very fond of the generous and enthusiastic young man in front of him. He kept saying, "Hey, young man, you are such a good person. Thank you so much! By the way, are you married? If you are not married yet, I can introduce you to a good girl!"

"Oh, don't worry! Old man, I already have a partner! Besides, I see that you are so old, we should respect the elderly and love the young, right?"

Xu Damao said this with a smile on his face, clapping his hands, then picked up the remaining half bag of flour on the ground and walked slowly towards the yard.

After entering the yard, he immediately saw the basket in the corner, took a few steps forward, bent down, and took out a large jar of salt that was full and heavy. Xu Damao held the jar of salt in both hands, turned his head to look at the old man, and asked loudly: "Old man, where do you think I should put this salt for you?"

Hearing this, the old man who was originally sitting on the chair stood up quickly, waved his hand and said, "Hey, don't be in a hurry! Wait a minute, I'll get the salt jar." Then he turned and walked into the house to find the salt jar.

After a while, the old man came out with a salt jar. Xu Damao took the salt jar, carefully opened the lid, and began to slowly pour the salt from the big jar in his hand into it. After filling the salt jar, he carefully closed the lid and gently put it back to its original position.

After doing these things, Xu Damao stood up, patted the remaining salt on his hands, looked around to make sure that nothing was missed, and then nodded with satisfaction.

Then he reached out and picked up the bicycle leaning against the wall and pushed it to the gate of the yard.

At this moment, he seemed to suddenly remember something, stopped and turned around, took out a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and handed it to the old man, and asked with a smile: "Old man, you have lived in this village for many years, right? I wonder which family in this village has the most old items? It would be best if it was a wealthy family from the past."

The old man took the cigarette, lit it in his mouth, took a puff, and then replied after exhaling a cloud of smoke: "Hey, I have indeed lived in this village for decades! But our village has always been a poor and remote place. Everyone lives a tight life. There are no wealthy families!"

"If you want to find more old items, you can go to the house at the entrance of the village. His house is made of blue bricks, which is very conspicuous and easy to find!"

"There lives a pair of sisters who moved here a few years ago. The older one is a very capable person."

"I heard that she had been a concubine of a certain official in his family in his early years. However, with the advent of a new era, she seemed to have been arrested and imprisoned for some reason. But surprisingly, she was freed and released after just a few days.

"I think there might be some old things hidden in their house. You might as well go and ask around."

Hearing this, Xu Damao's eyes lit up and he quickly responded, "Okay, thank you for your advice, old man. I'll go over and take a look."

After saying that, he turned around swiftly, pushed his bicycle, and slowly headed towards where the two sisters lived.

At this moment, a clear voice was heard: "Hey, old man Wang, you look like this, did you just sell some treasure to this peddler? Tell me quickly, what rare things did you get in exchange?"

A woman in her forties who lived across the street was lazily leaning on the door frame of her house, smiling and shouting at Old Man Wang.

Hearing this, Old Man Wang frowned and replied unhappily, "What I exchange for is none of your business. Stop interfering here!"

After saying that, he walked straight into his yard without looking back and closed the door with a bang.

"My dear peddler, please listen to my advice! The family at the entrance of the village is really not a good family! Especially the sister of that family, wow, she is so coquettish! When their family was in such a difficult time and could barely make ends meet, she relied on hooking up with men everywhere to barely survive..."

The woman shouted at the top of her voice towards Xu Damao's receding back.

However, Xu Damao only took a look back at the woman with a mean face and a non-stop mouth, and he knew that she was just another gossipy woman who loved to stir up trouble and gossip.

So he didn't bother to pay attention to the other person and continued to push his bicycle steadily towards the village entrance.

Seeing that Xu Damao turned a deaf ear to her kind reminder, the woman couldn't help feeling angry and irritated.

But Xu Damao was tall and strong, and looked powerful and tough. Even though she was dissatisfied, she didn't dare to say anything more. She could only curse him a few times in her heart to vent her anger.

"Buying old stuff - buying all kinds of old stuff at high prices!"