Xu Damao's Thirty-Six Stratagems in Siheyuan

East 40th Street, the yard that Xu Damao and Guo Xiaosan bought.

"Master Qi, this is the Brother Xu I told you about. He is the one who wants those two things of yours. Don't worry. You know, this yard originally belonged to Master Ma. I introduced it to Brother Xu, and Brother Xu spent a lot of money to buy it. Master Qi is also a frequent visitor here, so he asked you to come here to discuss things. Do you have any objection?"

Guo Xiaosan served Qi Delong tea and lit a cigarette.

"Master Qi, I'm Xu Damao, an employee of the Red Star Factory. Last time, I heard Xiao Saner talk about your rules. To be honest, Master Qi, the price is too high. No one can afford these goods right now. Even if they can, they won't give you this price."

How could Qi Delong not know? The black market traders had already offered him a price: 20 kilograms of flour, 5 kilograms of pork, plus 50 yuan. This was about one-tenth of his psychological price. How could he afford it?

Besides, Qi Delong is old, and he doesn't want his last few things to fall into the hands of people who don't know the value of them. So he asked Guo Xiaosan to see if there was any way. If he doesn't make a move in the next few days, he knows that he won't be able to survive this year.

"Xiao Xu, I brought some stuff. Would you like to take a look at it first?"

"Alright."

Qi Delong carefully placed the bag he brought on the table.

Xu Damao asked Guo Xiaosan to take his teacup away, and carefully opened the bundle. A three-legged basin wrapped in yellow silk was right in front of him. Xu Damao took it in his hand, slowly touched the edge, and turned it over to look at the foot and bottom: Made by the Emperor of Qingliang Temple in the fourth year of Chongning.

Xu Damao's eyes lit up, the thing must be right. No need to look any further.

I rewrapped it with yellow silk, opened the scroll, and took a general look at it while unrolling it. Because Xu Damao really didn't know much about landscape painting. I just took a general look and saw if there was any damage.

Re-tie the wrapping paper as it was originally.

Xu Damao handed Qi Delong another cigarette and lit one for himself. After a while,

"Master Qi, let me give you a bag of flour. I can't get pork, so I'll give you 500 kilograms at most. I'll take yuan in cash. That's it. If Master Qi is willing, I'll have Xiao San deliver the flour and cash to your house today. As for the pork, well, ... the day after tomorrow, or at the latest the day after tomorrow, so as not to delay your New Year's Eve dinner. How do you think?"

Qi Delong didn't even think about it and said calmly, "That's it. I'm already buried up to my neck in the ground, and I'll just live one day at a time. San'er, leave the things here, I'm leaving first, and you can take the things home for me."

"Okay, Master Qi, I'll definitely send it to you."

After Qi Delong walked out of the courtyard with crutches, Guo Xiaosan returned to the hall.

"Brother Xu, you didn't bargain much. You can at least give me a hundred in cash."

"San'er, we don't need that hundred. You can first deliver a bag of noodles and cash to Mr. Qi, and bring a pack of cigarettes to the old man, and then give him a bag of salted shrimps. Wait until I get the pork, and then you can go again. Alas, pork is really hard to get, what will we do if we can't get it?"

Guo Xiaosan agreed and prepared to go. He rode Xu Damao's bicycle, took the supplies directly from the warehouse in the yard, and delivered them to Qi Delong, which was not far away.

Xu Damao then opened the package again and took out the three-legged azure Ru kiln washbasin in his hand.

He looked at it carefully again, "What a good thing, it's really a good thing. It's worth it, so worth it."

Xu Damao brought the package back to Compound No. 95. That night, after his two sons fell asleep, he talked to Lou Xiaoe about the happy events of the day.

"Ezi, I got a treasure today. It's really a treasure."

"Da Mao, what's got you so excited that you can't sleep?"

Xu Damao got off the bed, opened the package, and came to the bed with the Ruyao brush washer. "Eth, do you know what this is?"

"It's just a piece of porcelain. I thought it was some kind of treasure."

"Ezi, this is a rare Song Dynasty Ru kiln brush washer in Chinese history. There are no more than a hundred pieces left in the world. Alas, it is worth less than a thousand yuan now. In times of famine, food is the most important thing. But then again, if it weren't for the famine, the original owner would not have exchanged it for food. After all, it is a dead object, and people still have to live first. Only with life can there be luck."

Xu Damao stroked the brush washer and sighed.

"Da Mao, is this valuable?"

"It's valuable. In another thirty years, this thing is estimated to be worth over 100 million yuan." Xu Damao was not exaggerating. Indeed, Xu Damao seemed to vaguely remember that in the 21st century, a similar Ru kiln three-legged brush washer was auctioned in Hong Kong for nearly 300 million yuan.

Xu Damao suddenly thought: Could it be this one?

It seems that his rebirth has changed the direction of many small events. Think about He Yuzhu, isn't he doing well now? Qin Huairu, isn't she doing well too.

By the way, I haven’t seen Qin Huairu for more than a year. We have been married for more than a year, so she probably has a child.

Xu Damao was a little distracted, and was caught by Lou Xiao'e.

"Da Mao, what are you thinking about? Why are you thinking so intently?"

"Well, you keep this thing for me. If you have time, please make a box for it and pad it with cotton or something. This is the most important thing I have ever collected. There is also a painting in the cabinet. I will find time to consult Professor Hu. Anyway, I have to go there before the New Year. I don't really understand things like calligraphy and paintings. Learning never ends, and I have to learn."

Xu Damao carefully wrapped the brush washer with yellow silk and put it back in the cabinet. Then he returned to bed, hugged his wife, and gradually fell asleep.

That night, Qin Huairu suddenly thought of Xu Damao. Somehow, although her current man is also tall and in good physical condition, he always feels that he does not have the tenderness of Xu Damao. Tonight, Zhang Jianhua and Qin Huairu settled their two daughters and did their homework. Zhang Jianhua fell asleep contentedly, but Qin Huairu suddenly thought of Xu Damao. She suddenly realized what the difference was between her man and Xu Damao.

Yes, Zhang Jianhua is a man who lives a simple life, while Xu Damao is a man who can give people interest.

However, it was impossible for Qin Huairu to go back to Xu Damao. Qin Huairu knew that Xu Damao had Lou Xiaoe in his heart and they already had a son. What else could she do? Living their own lives and being well with each other was the right way.

The cold weather is unavoidable, and it is also a reality that everyone is having a hard time.

However, Xu Damao still shamelessly went to the meat processing factory the next day.

"Chief Wang, can you squeeze out 50 kilograms of pork and add 40% for my personal use?"

"Xiao Xu, when do you want it? Fifty kilograms may be difficult, I'll try my best, but if it doesn't work, I can give you a pig's head to make up for it, okay?"

"Okay, but give me at least thirty kilograms of fat meat. Please help me with this. I really need it urgently."

Wang Weiyi is the supply manager of the meat processing plant, and all the quota meat in the jurisdiction is produced by him.

I have dealt with Xu Damao a lot before. We have traded indicators and made money together. We are birds of a feather.

"Xiao Xu, come and pick it up yourself at 8 o'clock in the evening. I will try my best to give you fat meat."

"Okay, Lao Wang, see you that night. I'll wait for you at your side door. Don't worry: it's foolproof and watertight."

"I'll trust you to do the job. See you tonight."

Finally, Qi Delong's pork business was settled. You have to do what you promised, otherwise you will lose your credibility in the future. Xu Damao actually thought that Qi Delong should have fine items like Ru kiln in his hands. Although there may not be too many, there should be one or two, otherwise he would not have sold Ru kiln and Shen Zhou's landscape paintings this time. Even if it is just to make a good relationship, he must get it. The black market is not his first consideration. Because Wang Weiyi has a good relationship with him. It is not too difficult to squeeze out 50 kilograms of meat. Xu Damao doesn't want to take risks in the black market, especially when the New Year is approaching, it is easy to be caught. He has just become a deputy section chief and doesn't want to take this risk. At worst, if it is possible for Lao Wang, it is not difficult to give him some of the indicators of other units.

A few days before the New Year, I went to Nguyen Fang Shui and Pu Yu Jin's homes to wish them a happy New Year.

Pu Yulin asked Xu Damao directly,

"Xiao Xu, do you want to become my disciple and learn miscellaneous skills and carving from me?"

"Teacher Pu, is this true? I have always dreamed of having a teacher to guide me. To be honest, a few years ago, I wanted to study under Professor Hu Tianhua of Peking University, but Professor Hu was really busy, so I didn't dare to ask. After all, my level is limited and I can't afford to be with him. Teacher Pu, of course I am sending New Year gifts to you and Teacher Ruan on my own accord. I feel that I have learned a lot from you two, and you have been the best to me."

"Xiao Xu, I know. I think you are a hard-working kid and have a solid foundation. That's why I came up with this idea."

"Mr. Pu, of course I am willing."

"Well, when can you come over during the Spring Festival? Um, maybe the third day. I'll introduce my family to you. As for accepting me as a disciple, I still have old-fashioned ideas. There should still be a sense of ceremony."