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Chapter 1354 The little widow in the courtyard 88
Now that she had come across it, of course she couldn't miss it. It was a pity that she wanted to go crazy buying things, but after thinking for a long time, she controlled herself again and again.

Forget it, it’s already good enough to be able to buy five paintings, which is also tens of millions.

Zhao Lei watched Zhang Yu carefully put away the calligraphy and painting, "Mom, is this a good thing?"

Zhao Lei knew a thing or two about the painters of these paintings.

"It's a good thing. When I asked them to paint before, the price was not cheap."

"When you get married, you can hang it at home to give people the impression that our family is not a country bumpkin." Zhang Yu kept trying to deceive them.

She couldn't say, son, this thing will be very valuable in the future, and even if you don't go to work, it will allow you to lie low for two generations?
When she said this, it was expected that Zhao Lei would be scared.

"And it's the words of a master. When you have children in the future, if they want to learn painting, they can use it to learn."

Zhang Yu found another reason, humph, even if the children have doubts, they will not question.

Seeing Zhang Yu's self-righteous explanation, Zhao Lei felt that there was something wrong, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still didn't think there was a problem.

"Yes, Mom, this price is not expensive. If I find a master and learn from him, he may not be satisfied. Besides, it is definitely not cheap to learn painting from a master."

"It's good to have their paintings and learn from them." Zhao Hong felt that his brother and sister did not like painting, but when Zhao Lei's children were born, they might not necessarily like painting.

Even his own sister said so, and all the doubts Zhao Lei had were gone now.

"Yes, I'll go and have a look another day." Zhao Lei thought that as long as Zhang Yu liked it, he would buy it. She didn't have any other hobbies.

As for what Zhang Yu and others said about their children liking painting, he thought it was unlikely.

Zhao Lei is very confident that there is no painting gene in his family, but the possibility of a painter emerging in his family is very low.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, Zhang Yu hid all the things. Of course, it was impossible to keep them in the cellar.

Zhang Yu put it in a beam on the second floor. If no one pointed it out, no one would have thought that there was a hollow part in the beam.

It is safe to put it in the space, but Zhang Yu still doesn't want to put such things that have been revealed. The child is grown up and not as easy to fool as he was when he was little.

After putting everything in place, Zhang Yu started cleaning the carpet.

"Aren't you going to take it down?" Zhao Lei looked at Zhang Yu and started rinsing the wool carpet directly in the sink, with a puzzled look on his face.

"This is Xiaohong's favorite, don't take it down." If the little girl hadn't taken a quick look at it among the many junk items, Zhang Yu really wouldn't have noticed this thing.

Since the little girl likes it, I must buy it and can't miss it.

Zhao Hong originally thought that Zhang Yu would tear down all the blankets, but she didn't expect that she would leave one behind. "Mom still tore down all of them."

"It's okay, I bought a lot." If Zhang Yu wasn't worried about not being able to take them home, he really wanted to buy a few more.

But later on I thought that I should be low-key, not be too conspicuous, and leave some space for others.

After the efforts of the family of three, the blanket was finally cleaned. However, looking at the water flowing out, Zhang Yu still felt it was dirty.

It would be great if there was a large spin dryer. I could just put the clothes in there to spin dry, and then continue washing.

Unfortunately, there is no such machine now, so we can only rely on manual labor. "Mom, this is still a little dirty." Zhao Hong looked at the slightly black water and felt that this thing could not be used in her room.

The little girl can take good care of her own room and wipe it every day.

Zhao Hong now understood a little bit why Zhang Yu said that the blanket should be taken apart. It was indeed the only way to take it apart, otherwise there was no way to wash it clean.

"Mom, please take off the blanket." Zhao Hong looked at the blanket with disgust.

Zhang Yu knew that blankets were difficult to clean, but she didn't expect it to be so difficult. "Okay."

"I'll make you a smaller blanket then, a more compact one." Zhang Yu actually didn't know how to crochet a blanket, but she could knit one with a knitting needle.

"Really?" Zhao Hong originally thought that there would be no blanket in her room, but unexpectedly, Zhang Yu said that she could make one by hand.

"It won't be as exquisite as this one." Zhang Yu thought this hand-crocheted carpet was really beautiful, and it would be a pity if it was taken apart like this.

But thinking about the upcoming sports, no matter how reluctant Zhang Yu was, he felt that keeping it would be a hassle.

People might think that this is a manifestation of petty bourgeoisie, and only if it is taken apart and made into a sweater will no one complain.

"Mom, I want to learn how to knit." Zhao Hong had no interest in learning this before, as she thought it was difficult.

Now she really regretted why she didn't learn it before. If she had learned it, could she have rolled a carpet for herself now?

"Of course." Zhang Yu thought it was no problem for her child to learn knitting and she absolutely welcomed it.

When the whole family was working hard with the blanket to turn it into yarn, they heard some chattering coming from the front.

Without going out, just from their excited voices, Zhang Yu could tell that they must have gained something from this trip.

"Zhang Yu, thank you so much. When we went there, there were still ten or so blankets."

Aunt Feng thanked them happily. They had a large family and were really short of wool. Although the blankets were a little dirty, it didn't matter. If they were washed properly, they would become very clean wool.

Of course, the movements in the entire courtyard were known to people in the surrounding courtyards, but unfortunately, when they heard the news, they could only feel jealous.

Even if they rushed to the scrap shop, the news they got was that they were out of stock.

The neighbors could only watch Zhang Yu and his family in the courtyard knitting happily, and then feel depressed when they saw that Zhang Yu and his family could all wear sweaters in autumn.

It's not that they didn't try to inquire whether there were any new stocks, but the news they got was always that there were no stocks at the moment.

Although they were very disappointed, there was nothing they could do. It was too late when they got the news. Especially for such a good thing, they would not be willing to share it with others.

The people in this compound are now busy. Taking advantage of the good summer sunshine, everyone is working tirelessly to take down the carpets and then wash the blankets. For a while, there is an absolute long queue in front of the faucet, and people are fetching water from early morning to evening.

When Zhang Yu saw this situation, he just took apart the two blankets and put them in a cloth bag and put it in the cellar.

If someone asks, it's because there's no time to take it apart. Everyone understands that it's actually because Zhang Yu, an office worker, took it apart into pieces and had no time to wash it.

As for drying them, let alone drying them, there is no place at all.