Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

The old man took something out of his pocket mysteriously, then motioned Xu Damao to come over.

Xu Damao also walked over puzzledly and stretched out his hand at the old man's signal.

The old man put his hand on Xu Damao's hand, and then let go. Xu Damao felt two small but heavy objects falling into his palm.

I opened my palm slightly and saw two small yellow croakers...

In his previous life, he had come into contact with various gold products, so Xu Damao knew that these two small yellow croakers were real after weighing them.

"make a deal!"

After weighing the two small yellow croakers from the Republic of China, Xu Damao raised the corners of his mouth, and agreed to the old man's proposal with a chuckle.

The old man also smiled, took the ink box and left.

According to Xu Damao's estimation, the two small yellow croakers weighed about 60 grams.

After all, the old system was still used during the Republic of China period, with one catty weighing sixteen taels and half a catty weighing eight taels, so a small yellow croaker weighed only a little over thirty grams.

"What is that? It doesn't look like money."

Lou Xiao'e walked over curiously.

"Hey, that's it."

Xu Damao walked to Lou Xiao'e and stretched out his hand for Lou Xiao'e to see.

"Wow! They are actually small yellow croakers, and two of them. Is this true? Is this what I got in exchange for that ink box?"

Lou Xiao'e was in disbelief.

"Of course it's real. These two small yellow croakers are absolutely real. If you don't believe me, take a closer look. Be careful not to show off your wealth. Don't let others see it."

Xu Damao grabbed Lou Xiao'e's wrist with one hand and held the small yellow croaker with the other hand and placed it on Lou Xiao'e's palm.

“Soft and tender...hehe”

“It really is gold!”

"That's still false."

"You're making money too fast, aren't you? I saw you take this ink box from the bicycle vendor as a gift..."

"Hey, this is called knowledge is money. I know this, so I can sell it at a good price!"

"If this thing meets someone who likes it, it's only worth two small yellow croakers. If someone doesn't like it, will they call that old man a fool and say that they exchanged the small yellow croaker for this thing?"

"Then isn't that ink stick you just took also a good thing?"

"It's not confirmed yet. I need to study it further. If it's real, it's much more valuable than this Longquan ink."

"Oh, really? Let me see?"

"It's so dark that I can't see clearly..."

"Let me take a look..."

"Ok."

Xu Damao swung his hands like a magician and took out the piece of brown silk cloth from his hands, which made Lou Xiaoe's clear eyes light up.

He opened the silk cloth and carefully handed the magic strip to Lou Xiao'e.

The ink stick was rectangular and pitch black. Lou Xiaoe turned it over to the other side and saw two dragons with bared fangs and claws. It was very imposing.

Between the two dragons, there are two large characters "御墨" (imperial ink) painted in gold, which look very luxurious.

"There's a seal underneath! But I can't see it clearly anymore."

"There are a few words on the side, it seems to be Li Tinggui. Is this the inkstone he made?"

"That's him, the founder and founder of Weimo. The ink he made is called Li Mo. It's as hard as jade, with patterns like rhinoceros horn and color like lacquer! It's known as the best in the world!"

"But the light here is too dim, so I can't be sure whether this piece of ink was forged by later generations."

“Is it worth a lot?”

"Very high. Brush, ink, paper and inkstone are the only things that ancient scholars have inherited. Li Mo can fully represent the ink in them! Many scholars in the Northern Song Dynasty said: Gold is easy to get, but Li Mo is hard to find."

"Li Tinggui was very particular about the materials he used when making ink, including pine soot, pearls, jade dust, borneol, raw lacquer, deer antler glue, rhinoceros horn and other precious materials."

"Does Emperor Qianlong know about this?"

"know."

"He once got a piece of Li ink, but he was reluctant to use it and kept it carefully. This piece of ink is the only piece of Li ink left in the world. Now it has been taken to Wandao by Lao Jiang. Alas!"

"Ah! If your ink is real, then wouldn't it be..."

Lou Xiao'e was dumbfounded and began to stutter for a moment.

"Yes, if it is real, the historical value of this ink is extremely high. I am not going to sell this treasure. I will just keep it for myself. I will open a museum of my own later, hehe."

"Opening a museum? That's really amazing of you."

Lou Xiao'e looked at Xu Damao, her eyes becoming brighter and brighter...

The two chatted quietly while buying things from the stall. After a while, the chengni inkstone was also bought by a middle-aged man. The price was not high, forty-five yuan.

"I think the guy selling the bicycles is going to lose a lot of money. If he knew that these things, which he considers as a bargain, can be sold for so much money, he would probably be so angry that he would die."

Lou Xiao'e felt a little sorry for the brother selling bicycles.

"He actually didn't lose anything. In his mind, he was the one who made money, and that was all."

It's like a junk collector who spends fifty cents or one yuan to get an antique worth several hundred yuan, and someone buys it for ten or eight yuan. He will think he has made a fortune..."

"Okay, what you said makes sense."

Lou Xiao'e nodded and agreed with what Xu Damao said.

"But it's too easy for you to make money..."

"No, it just happened. I took the opportunity to make a fortune."

The two chatted loudly at the stall and sold a few small items, but they were not very valuable. Xu Damao bought them from other stalls for fifty cents or one yuan.

But even so, Xu Damao earned nearly a hundred yuan from his stall this time.

"You make this money, it feels easy."

"Of course I did. I was selling fish here when I first started. If you don't believe me, ask the guy next to me."

"Later, I had a little money and read a lot of books, so I tried to do bigger business, and I suffered a lot of losses during that time."

"It's almost time to close the stall. There will be no one around here after daybreak."

Xu Damao packed up his things and loaded them into the bicycle one by one. Lou Xiaoe also came to help.

"Xiao E, I came here to do business, and even my mother doesn't know. This is a secret, and you can't tell her when you go back."

"Okay, I'll keep it a secret."

Lou Xiao'e was very happy, and the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.

I already had a good impression of Xu Damao, and of course I was very happy to be able to share secrets with him.

"If you help me look after the stall today, I'll treat you to breakfast."

"I promised to treat you to a meal this time, and I'm going to keep my word."

"Okay, let's go to Qianmen and eat fried triangles at Duyichu."

"it is good."

After they finished their breakfast, Lou Xiao'e opened her mouth and yawned.

"Sleepy?"

"Ah."

"Then go back to bed?"