Ordinary life starting from a courtyard

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: A day full of harvest

"Twenty is twenty, I have something else, do you want it?" The man scratched his head impetuously, annoyed.

Zhou Wenliang became more interested when he heard it, and immediately smiled: "It's easy to say, as long as I am interested and satisfied with what I read, no matter whether it is true or not, I will give you a price."

Give the price, low or high, it depends on the value.

"Then pack up and follow me."

"Where?"

"Of course it's my home. I'm here today to sell paintings."

Zhou Wenliang checked the time, pointed to the radio on the ground, and said, "You hold the front and lead the way."

"Hey, look, I promise I won't fall for you."

The man happily walked forward with the radio in his arms. Zhou Wenliang picked up the rags on the ground, shook the dirt, and followed.

On the way, the man said grinningly: "Brother, let me tell you, I used to have a radio, and I bought that radio before liberation..."

Talking about his past glory in bits and pieces, he can talk about it.

Zhou Wenliang also understood that the ancestors of this kid's family were officials in the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and the official position was a second-rank military officer, the commander of the Nine Sect infantry, referred to as the Nine Sect Admiral.

And this kid also blamed his father, saying that he was prodigal, smoked opium, and almost ruined the family. If his father hadn't died early, the family would have disappeared.

But I have to say that his ancestors left him a good family property, the prodigal family has become like this, and there is a big yard.

This large courtyard is adjacent to Guozijian, next to Andingmen Street, not far from Beixinqiao.

Zhou Wenliang didn't turn around, and the front yard at the main entrance felt too big, let alone the back.

"How big is your yard?"

The man proudly said, "Wu Jinyuan, how old do you think it is?"

Zhou Wenliang estimated that the three-entry courtyard house he lived in was [-] square meters, which is a standard three-entry courtyard. Like this five-entry courtyard house, it was at least [-] square meters!
It's really big enough!

The man turned his head to look at him, and asked with a smile, "Brother, are you interested in this yard?"

Zhou Wenliang didn't deny it, and nodded: "I'm really interested.

Why do you want to sell? "

Houses cannot be traded at this time, but it can be circumvented if you think of a way. Now it is not like when the sandstorm occurred in [-] or [-]. At that time, whoever dared to trade, held prizes, no one believed anyone, and trust fell to the lowest.

"If you really like it, I really want to sell it, it depends on whether you dare to take it."

This kid looked like a prodigal son, just like his father.

Zhou Wenliang walked around the courtyard. Although it was night, the moonlight was bright, and the courtyard was covered with snow, reflecting light, and his vision was no worse than during the day.

The yard is not small, and it took more than 20 minutes just to walk around and look around.

A typical four-entry courtyard with an east-span courtyard, a small garden in the backyard, painted walls in the veranda, roof tiles, kissing beasts on the big ridge, immortals and animals on the vertical ridge, drainage ditches on the gable walls, dark red and old gates, and colorful paintings on the beams lost.

The preservation is fairly good, but some places are broken, or the paint is peeled off or something.

Zhou Wenliang also saw that there were old furniture in the house, all made of mahogany.

At this time, no matter what kind of wood it is, as long as it is hardwood, it is called mahogany, which is what people who sell old furniture say.

Like huanghuali and red sandalwood, they are all here.

A huanghuali screen in the Ming Dynasty, a pair of red sandalwood official hat chairs in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, a huanghuali canopy bed in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, a red sandalwood desk in the Jiaqing period of the Qing Dynasty, and a large wardrobe of huanghuali in the Ming Dynasty...

He didn't know these things, it was all Xue Qinggui said, and he was eloquent.

"Brother, if you want it, just give me 3000 yuan, and this yard will be yours."

Zhou Wenliang frowned: "Are you talking nonsense, three thousand? You keep it for yourself! Hurry up and take out your antiques. I'll see if I can take them and leave."

"Hey, brother, my yard is full of antiques." Xue Qinggui ran to the main room, brought out a heavy chair, put it in the yard, and patted the handle of the chair. "A pair of red sandalwood chairs from the Song Dynasty, and a pair of huanghuali armchairs in the east wing, all of which are matching."

Zhou Wenliang saw that this chair was very rare, smooth and bright red, with exquisite carvings. He didn't believe it was from the Song Dynasty, but it might be similar to the one from the Qing Dynasty.

"Don't talk nonsense to me, your bunch of things are not worth even 50 yuan. Do you know how much such a chair sells in a trust store?"

Xue Qinggui smiled awkwardly, he really knew that when he sold second-hand furniture before, he would just give me two dates.

"That's why they don't understand."

"Go ahead and make it up, don't they know better than you? What do people do every day. Now you consign your set of chairs to a trust store. Do you want it for eight dollars? It's something that no one wants for six dollars."

Zhou Wenliang belittled it vigorously, but it is indeed like this now. It is good if you can sell it for six yuan, and you still like it.

A new set of chairs and furniture is only a lot, and it is still good elm, only six yuan.

"Then how much you want, I don't want this yard anymore, you figure out how much you want."

Zhou Wenliang looked at the yard and calculated the money in his hand.

"I'll give you [-] at most, and I'll buy everything in the yard."

"Brother, you are going too far! One thousand and five want to buy such a big yard with old furniture!" Xue Qinggui exclaimed.

Zhou Wenliang also knew that the lower price was a bit low. Five times into the big yard, one thousand and five, he wanted to eat ass, but his strength is only at this point, and if he doesn't have enough money, he now counts those radios that have not been repaired. It's just over [-] points.

"You can't accept this price, so forget it and talk about it later." Zhou Wenliang was filled with regret.

It's a pity that this big yard is gone.

"Come on, you can add more, how about two thousand and five? If it's not two thousand and three." Xue Qinggui said hastily.

He really wanted to sell the yard. One was that he was poor enough. He almost starved to death a few years ago. At that time, he sold everything that could be sold in the house, and the furniture left was worthless. Then Sometimes no one wants a dollar.

Zhou Wenliang shrugged: "To be honest, I don't have that much money. It would take me several days to make up 2000, let alone more than [-]."

"Ah!" Xue Qinggui was disappointed for a while.

Zhou Wenliang looked at the time and urged: "Okay, hurry up, do you have any antique calligraphy and paintings at home, take them out, let me have a look, you can keep the radio that suits you, if it is not suitable, give me the radio, and I will go ah."

"Nothing else, just these old furniture, I thought you understood. These are treasures..."

"Baby, if this is the case, then I can't help it, draw it for you, and return the radio to me."

Xue Qinggui hurriedly put the radio in his arms and refused to give it back, "Five thousand is fifteen thousand, this radio is not included in it, you gave it to me."

Zhou Wenliang was surprised, but he actually agreed, and quickly said, "No problem, I can give you the radio, and I will give you all the furniture for free."

"Hmm..." Xue Qinggui sat on the steps with the radio in his arms, and nodded desolately.

But Zhou Wenliang laughed, making a lot of money today.

This courtyard will cost more than one billion yuan in future generations, but now I bought it for [-] yuan, and built a bunch of antique old furniture. These furniture will be more valuable than this courtyard house in the future.

After an appointment, Zhou Wenliang left happily after paying a deposit of 200 yuan and writing a receipt. Xue Qinggui signed and made a deposit.

Today was full of harvest. After a while, Zhou Wenliang often left late and returned early, went to work during the day, repaired the radio when he found time, and went to several large pigeon markets in the capital to sell at night. Finally, after half a month, he finally managed to raise enough money.

The money is enough, let's trade first. It was also daytime when Zhou Wenliang looked for Xue Qinggui. After all, they both had the same name.

Only then did he realize that this kid was still a wife and child, so why didn't he see him that night.

Zhou Wenliang didn't care, maybe Xue Qinggui bought another house.

　Thank you for the reward from the people who see the lights, thank you old iron.

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