Me! The dark horse of the Siheyuan, my wife Chen Xueru

The bed has two layers, or really two layers, as there is a shelf on the top for hanging curtains.

The dark purple bed is crystal clear and is clearer to see during the day than at night. If you look closer, the whole thing is star-bursting.

OK OK.

Yang Muzi was secretly delighted. If this bed was sold to later generations, the minimum price would be tens of millions.

"Collect it from me!"

Yang Muzi waved his hand, and the big bed disappeared and entered the system space. Then he waved his hand again, and another bed appeared in the room.

Go home first and come back to see Xiaohong in the evening. Yang Muzi returned to the courtyard and did not go out until night fell.

At this time, a sneaky figure followed behind Yang Muzi.

Yang Muzi had sharp ears and eyes, and he could tell that someone was following him, so he took out a small mirror from the system space.

It was not completely dark yet. Through the mirror, Yang Muzi saw Xu Damao, who was holding a stick and a sack in his hands.

Xu Damao wants to hit me with a club?

Yang Muzi understood instantly that because of what happened yesterday, he had offended Xu Damao, so this guy wanted revenge.

Yang Muzi slowed down his pace, and Xu Damao took a few quick steps to catch up with him, raising the stick in his hand and pointing it at the back of Yang Muzi's head.

Fuck you. Xu Damao exerted force and the stick came down with a whistling sound.

Yang Muzi dodged the stick with a flash, then stretched out his hand and lightly tripped Xu Damao's calf.

puff--

Xu Damao was lying on the ground like a dog eating shit. Before he could react, a brick fell on his head.

boom--

Xu Damao fainted on the spot.

Yang Muzi took out a sack, put Xu Damao in it, and then threw it into the system space.

I have to look for Xiaohong now. I don't have time to deal with Xu Damao. I'll deal with him when I come back.

Anyway, the time in the system space is still, and Xu Damao is unconscious, so it doesn’t matter how long he is left there.

"Brother, you are here, come in, come in!" "Well, here is the key."

Yang Muzi entered Xiaohong's room. Xiaohong was dressed up beautifully today.

However, Yang Muzi was not very interested in these rouge and powder. "Xiaohong, did you introduce anyone to me today?"

"Well, it's Xiao Cui across the street. However, Xiao Cui is busy today, so please wait here for a while."

"it is good!"

The person Xiaohong is introducing today is Xiao Cui, the one that He Yuzhu and Xu Damao had sex with yesterday.

However, you need to make an appointment with Xiao Cui Deyu.

There are five or six women living in this yard. Xiao Cui is the prettiest, has the best business, and has more work.

So have to wait.

Xiaohong has already told Xiaocui that Yang Muzi can go over after she is done with her work.

Who knew that we would wait until twelve o'clock.

"Sister Hong, the guests have left. Let the guy who was chatting come over." "Hey~~~"

Yang Muzi walked into Xiao Cui's room.

Looking up, I saw a girl of about eighteen or nineteen, with fair skin, a slender waist, and big watery eyes that seemed to speak.

Every move is full of charm.

This woman's appearance is no less beautiful than Qin Huairu, the most beautiful girl in the courtyard. No wonder Xu Damao is so "in love" with her.

When she saw the handsome Yang Muzi, her beautiful eyes sparkled.

"Sit down!"

"Um!"

Yang Muzi sat down and glanced around the room out of habit. He filtered out many bottles, jars, pots, pans, and bowls. Finally, his eyes fell on a pickle jar.

Due to years of pickling pickles, the jars were pitch black and Yang Muzi couldn't see the inside.

However, based on his past experience, any old things are most likely old items.

What's more, this is one of the Eight Great Hutongs.

In the past, when wealthy people visited brothels and were short of money, they would inevitably use their family treasures to pay off their debts.

The people here are all prostitutes and some low-class people. They don’t know the value of the treasures and may just throw them away or even use them as ordinary clay pots.

It is because of this that Yang Muzi pays so much attention to the Eight Great Hutongs.

"I heard from Sister Hong that Big Brother is looking for someone to chat with. What does he want to talk about?" Xiao Cui spoke first.

Yang Muzi retracted his gaze: "Do you know those two people from yesterday?" "Yesterday's chick has never been here, but Brother Xu has been here a few times."

The youngster she mentioned was He Yuzhu, which meant that yesterday was He Yuzhu’s first time.

The women here call their guests "big brother", no matter how old they are. So, although Xiaohong is older than Yang Muzi, she also calls him "big brother".

Yang Muzi smiled and said, "I heard that you give red envelopes to young girls here."

Xiao Cui smiled and said, "Brother, you are joking. I know the rules, so how can I not give a red envelope? I gave five yuan yesterday, and I gave it to Brother Xu for free."

"Yeah?"

Yang Muzi looked strange.

That would be interesting. Xu Damao told He Yuzhu that prostitution here costs two yuan per person and three yuan for two people.

He Yuzhu gave Xu Damao two dollars, and Xiao Cui gave Xu Damao five dollars.

In other words, Xu Damao sold He Yuzhu out, not only got something for free, but also made seven dollars.

Sha Zhu was kept in the dark and was quite happy.

Yesterday, Yang Muzi was wondering why Xu Damao, with his character, would bring He Yuzhu to engage in prostitution. The two of them didn't get along well.

It turns out there is a trick here, Xu Damao is making a profit. I wonder how Sha Zhu would feel when he heard about this.

"Xiao Cui, I came here this time to discuss something with you."

"Brother, tell me."

Yang Muzi lowered his voice and whispered a few words in Xiao Cui's ear, "Next time they come..."

Xiao Cui's face changed and she said unhappily, "Hey~~~Brother, you are ruining my place, this is not okay."

Yang Muzi: "Ten dollars." "That's okay." Xiao Cui's face changed.

The two chatted for a while, and Yang Muzi took out ten yuan and prepared to get up.

Before leaving, he pointed at the jar and said, "Sister Xiao Cui, our family is short of a jar for pickled vegetables. You..."

"Brother, you want this broken jar, so I'll give it to you." "Okay, thank you!"

Yang Muzi carried the jar back to the courtyard.

When he got home, it was already past two in the morning. He placed the jar toward the door and fell asleep. He slept until dawn.

I was woken up by the noise in the yard.

"Oh no, oh no, our Damao is missing."

"What? Xu Damao is missing."

"Uncle One, Uncle Two, Uncle Three, Xu Damao is gone." The yard was in chaos.

The three old men brought the people in the yard to the backyard.

oops!

How could I have forgotten this? Yang Muzi's head was full of confusion and he woke up immediately.

He put Xu Damao into the system space yesterday, but because it was too late, he completely forgot about it.

Uncle Yi: "Old Xu, why is Xu Damao missing?"

Father Xu said anxiously, "That's right. He didn't come back all night today."

Xu's mother was also extremely anxious: "Tell me, where can this child go?"

Wang Jianguo: "Yesterday I saw Xu Damao go out." Xu's father: "Where did he go?" Wang Jianguo: "I don't know." "This child is really worrying!"

Uncle Yi frowned and asked, "Damao, has there been anything unusual in the past two days?"

Father Xu thought for a moment and said, "Recently, he has stayed out a few nights. Oh, and the night before last, he went out with Sha Zhu."

He Daqing: "Shazhu, do you know where he went?" "No, no, I don't know!" He Yuzhu shook his head quickly. He was worried in his heart.

Could it be that...Xu Damao went to eat alone without telling me? It was very likely.

If you don't come back all night, it means you're staying overnight.

That's not right. A night out costs five dollars. How can he have so much money? Uncle Yi: "Silly Zhu, you really don't know." "I don't know!"

He Yuzhu shook his head again.

He suspected that Xu Damao went to Xiao Cui, but he couldn't say it out loud.

Uncle San pushed his glasses and said, "He went out last night. Don't worry, Xu Damao is a grown man, nothing will happen to him. Maybe he got drunk somewhere."

Father Xu: "If you don't come back now, it will probably be too late. Uncle Yi, you can ask for leave from the factory when the time comes."

"Okay!" Uncle Yi nodded. "Everyone go to work." "Maybe they'll be back soon."

"This kid is so worrying. I have to go look for him. Lao Xu, you don't have to go to work today."

"Hey, hey, hey, let's look for it together."... Song waited for the workers to go to work.

Yang Muzi just got up, and the first thing he did was pick up yesterday's jars and wash them at the water's edge.

After washing, the jar turned bluish-white.

After careful identification, it was confirmed that it was a blue-and-white porcelain jar made in Jingdezhen.

Yang Muzi was a little disappointed. The workmanship of the celadon was good, but the firing temperature was relatively low. Not only was it easy to corrode, but the body was also not strong.

This thing is flashy and impractical. It looks good but is not valuable. It would only be worth a few hundred thousand in the future.

Chen Xueru came over and said, "This jar is great. Keep it to pickle pickles." "Take it!" Yang Muzi was helpless: it is destined to be used to pickle pickles.

Yang Muzi went out again and continued to explore the eight alleys.

The Eight Great Hutongs flourished during the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. If there are any objects, most of them are definitely from the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

But yesterday he got a Song Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain pipe, which made Yang Muzi feel a little unwilling.

At the same time, I am also a little puzzled. Most of the porcelains from Jingdezhen were unearthed in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas, and only the fine products appeared in the capital.

Normally, no one would go to the trouble of bringing this ordinary jar to the capital.

However, the Eight Great Hutongs are a mixed crowd, and it is possible that he was brought here by someone unknown.

The main purpose of Yangmuzi's Bada Hutong is porcelain from the Ming and Qing dynasties.

Especially the porcelain from the Qing Dynasty. Among all porcelain collections, the porcelain from the Qing Dynasty is the most valuable.

Because during the Kangxi and Qianlong eras, the country was prosperous and investment in porcelain production was huge.

Great effort brings about miracles. More money brings about fine products. That's the truth.

The workers are leaving get off work.

"Will Damao come?" "No!"

"This child, is he lost?" "Something must have happened." "Everyone, help look for him."

After dinner, everyone in the courtyard went out to look for Xu Damao, but they didn’t find him until eleven o’clock.

Eight Great Hutongs. Xiaohong introduced another girl to Yang Muzi.

This time I got a great bargain from that girl, an enameled porcelain bowl with a landscape poem from the Qianlong era.

If this bowl were auctioned in the future, the minimum price would be 12 million or more. It was already one in the morning when I returned to the courtyard. By the way, Xu Damao is still in the system space, what should I do with him?

Yang Muzi looked around and finally his eyes fell on an electric pole at the entrance of the courtyard.

Hehe! If you dare to hit me with a club, I won’t let you off easily.