Xu Damao's Thirty-Six Stratagems in Siheyuan

Pu Yulin and Ruan Fangshui carefully looked through all 32 copies and found not only the handwriting of Liu Gongquan, but also that of Fan Zhongyan, Huang Tingjian, Chen Wenlong and Zhu Bian. These were signed, and the other 20 or so copies were printed and handwritten, but not signed. However, judging by the binding method, most of them were undoubtedly Song editions.

It took the two of them more than an hour to slowly calm down their excitement. They put the books back into the box, covered it, and then sat down in front of the chair.

Xu Damao had already served the tea again and put the three pairs of white gloves back into the drawer. He took out the cigarettes as usual and was about to share them, but then he put them back and sat quietly on a chair beside him, waiting to be lectured.

"Da Mao, are you sure you want to donate it to the museum? Do you know the value of these two boxes? This is not a bag of cigarettes that can be smoked easily."

"Master, I have brought all the things with me, so how could they be fake? Besides, I have five copies of these thirty-two volumes of classics, good and bad, and I have learned everything I should learn. Now it's time for the two of you to find a way out for these things. But there is one thing, I hope to donate these items in the name of Grandpa Meng, and if possible, let the newspapers or TV stations broadcast the news of the donation. In this way, Grandpa Meng's instructions will come to a successful conclusion, and it can also comfort his spirit in heaven." After Xu Damao finished speaking, he looked at Pu Yulin sincerely.

"Da Mao, OK, I know where these things are. I also promise you that you will see the exact news of Mr. Meng's donation in the media. But I have a small request. Please don't be too anxious about the time. Give me a month. Is that okay?"

Xu Damao roughly guessed Pu Yulin's intention, he probably wanted to make a copy to keep. The handwriting of several masters, first-hand information, if not copied and kept, when? The copy can be passed down from generation to generation.

"Teacher Pu, so many years have passed, why do you still care about one month? I have no objection if you keep it for a year. Anyway, you are experts in safekeeping. So today I will hand it over to you, teacher. I won't worry about whether you take it home or put it in the safe in the store."

"Okay, Lao Ruan and I will take care of this matter. Don't worry. By the way, when your daughter Zhiyu is free, ask her to come to the store to find me and learn the craft from me while I still have the energy. She can't give up halfway. If she goes abroad in a few months, I'm afraid she will be in a state of neglect when she comes back."

"Don't worry, Master. Dandan is very determined. She will have a share in this shop in the future. If you don't chase her to learn, I will chase her to learn skills from you."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Xu Damao felt craving for a cigarette and wanted to leave, so he said goodbye to his two teachers, went out, and was about to ride his bike away when he suddenly remembered something, parked his bike, and went back to the store.

"Master, what is Senior Sister Pushu busy with now? Is everything going well at the Peking Opera Theater?"

"What else can I do? I'm already old. Peking opera has been defeated by television, and I'm still hanging around in the Peking Opera Theater."

"Okay, I got it. Master, Mr. Ruan, I'm leaving now. Come back when you have time."

"Hey, you little brat, you're just asking half a question, what do you want from Pushu?"

"Nothing for now. But we talked about this plan a while ago. My wife wants to build a factory in the suburbs. If Pu Su wants to change the environment, he can consider starting a business with my wife. I know that the Peking Opera House can handle the formalities in advance, which will not affect future retirement. But this matter has not yet appeared. When I figure out something, I will go home and ask her. Let's go."

Xu Damao lit a cigarette, got on his bicycle and headed for his home in Dongsi. It wasn't far and he arrived home quickly.

"Xu Damao, you went out this morning and didn't come back until the afternoon, so Sister Meifang and I had to wait for you at home for lunch. It's really inconvenient not to have a phone at home. How about installing one?"

"I went to Rumao Baozhai to look for my teacher today. The two old men didn't let me come back until now, but I finally got rid of a worry. It's worth a drink tonight. I'll cook tonight to make up for the hurt of your two ladies waiting for me at home for lunch, okay?"

"Okay, it's a good time to change the taste. I want to eat fried tripe today. Do you know how to make it?"

"It's no big deal. We'll have dinner in the evening."

"Hey, about the phone call, do you agree or disagree?"

"Just pretend. It's not my money anyway. I'm an unemployed vagrant, wandering the streets now. With you two rich ladies here, there's no need for me to worry. By the way, if you want to pretend, go to my parents' house in Beiqijia Mansion, and ask Xiaoru. Just go to Yandaixie Street. Yandaixie Street is close. Just apply for it all at once." Xu Damao parked his bicycle and walked directly in front of the two women.

"It's windy outside. It's not spring yet. Please keep warm and go inside to rest. I'll cook you a big meal tonight." He pulled one of them by the hand and slowly walked into the main house in the middle courtyard.

Gu Meifang and Lou Xiao'e looked tenderly at this plain-looking but tall man. They sincerely felt the aura of security emanating from him, which made them feel extremely relieved.

"Xiao'e, go lie down for a while. Meifang, help me. Let's have dinner tonight. Whatever delicious food is in the refrigerator, we must make a good meal today. Stir-fried tripe, right? We must have it. Stew some chicken soup, radish and mutton, some tofu, stir-fry some vegetables, and some pickled vegetables. The staple food for dinner will be millet porridge and white flour buns. Let's go."

With a relaxed and happy mood, surrounded by beautiful girls, a group of extraordinary-looking, elegant, and smart children, how could he not be happy? Xu Damao suddenly felt that he was in a blessed nest. There was still so much wealth piled up in the basement, he could not spend it all, really could not spend it all.

The most important thing is a strong body, super martial arts, and a healthy physique.

In the evening, Xu Damao personally checked on the children's studies and homework, and did not forget to go to Rumao Baozhai with the Handan sisters to find Pu Yulin on the weekend to discuss many matters. After that, he tenderly comforted Lou Xiao'e, who was pregnant but in a high mood, and turned back to meet Gu Meifang, a beautiful woman who was over 50 but still radiant.

"Boss, will this affect your health? They say women are tigers, don't let us suck you dry, it's not worth it."

"Don't worry, Meifang. I'm not the projectionist Xu Damao who I knew you twenty years ago. Now I'm the omnipotent Xu Damao. Believe it or not, I can know everything that happens within a few miles from home. If you look carefully, I can even tell where ants are laying eggs on our roof. Don't be afraid. Enjoy your life and practice well. Let's live together, be young together, and be happy together. In a few years, Jianjian, Jiajia, and Yueyue will all grow up, and I will take you three around the world to eat all the delicious food in the world."

"Master, I don't have such great ambitions. I just want to grow old with you."