I am many years in the courtyard

Chapter 120, return the dirty things to their original owners
Hearing the cautious inquiry for many years, Wang Deheng suddenly laughed.

Laughing loudly and a little presumptuously.

For many years, I was confused and puzzled.

After laughing, Wang Deheng said slowly:

"Do you know how many rosewood furniture like this are in this warehouse? Do you know how many other warehouses like this exist in the entire capital?"

The tone was a little sad and helpless, mixed with a little bit of painful memories.

In this warehouse alone, there are more than 300 pieces of rosewood furniture, and there are 37 pieces like the big book case just now.

It's not that everyone doesn't like rosewood, but it's not popular in the current society.

What is good on the top must be good on the bottom!
Old-fashioned furniture such as rosewood has been swept into the dust of history, either piled up in warehouses to mold, or taken away and transformed into other more practical decorations.

Just like the gatehouses of the major city walls in the capital, after dismantling, all stones, bricks, planks, etc., will either be kept by relevant departments such as the Road Administration.

In fact, most of these so-called storages are stacked in warehouses, either directly as firewood, or used for simple secondary use.

Such as templates during engineering construction, etc., are one of the places for these woods.

Social ethos such as frugality and simplicity are the most popular at present, so rosewood furniture is rarely seen.

After listening to Wang Deheng's words, I still feel guilty for many years.

After all, rosewood is still very expensive, no matter in the past period or after the millennium, it is very expensive.

However, in the less than half a century after the founding of the People's Republic of China, old-style furniture such as rosewood, like gold, has been completely downplayed from the lives of ordinary people.

The reason why he decided to buy it for many years is still Wang Deheng's last sentence: you can pay 50 yuan for the furniture in the entire warehouse, and it can be fully covered.

hiss!
So much furniture, only 50 yuan?
One can imagine how worthless these furniture are.

Low prices, completely different social atmosphere.

"Is this a marble table?"

After looking at rosewood furniture, I suddenly saw a set of tables and chairs for many years, so I asked.

"Yes, this set is called a mahogany inlaid marble top round table, with a total of eight stone fan-style stools. This kind of table looks very comfortable when placed at home."

For many years, I have said that summer is fine, but in winter, this marble stool will not freeze my buttocks?

Otherwise, in winter, I'm afraid I can only cover the stool with a warm thing like a cotton cover.

There are also golden nanmu doors and windows, etc., not old or young.

Seeing the corner of the warehouse, rows of neatly stacked courtyard doors and windows, I have been so complicated for many years.

In fact, many doors and windows of courtyard houses are basically made of golden nanmu.

For example, the house of Shazhu’s family, and the side room bought from Li Guobao many years ago, the doors and windows are all made of golden nanmu.

Nanluoguxiang is very close to the Forbidden City. The other courtyards were originally the official residences of former officials. How could the wood be poor?

Thinking of this, many years suddenly became clear.

He is just too lazy, he wants to see good things, but subconsciously uses modern thinking to think about problems.

That's right, things like rosewood and golden nanmu were indeed very valuable before the founding of the People's Republic of China and after the millennium.

However, in the special period of the 50s, these woods were no different from ordinary woods.

Like the piece of wood that Luo Yuan and the others stared at last time, the reason why it is worth 20 yuan is because of the gloomy wood, the carvings on it, and other aspects.

Regarding the third point, I didn't know it for many years, and he still hasn't sold the board, and it's still in the space.

After picking and picking in the warehouse, I finally spent five yuan for many years to get a set of rosewood furniture, mahogany marble tables and stools, and golden nanmu doors and windows.

Whether these precious gadgets were placed in the period of the Republic of China or after the millennium, their prices are hundreds or thousands of times higher than they are now.

Now it is the jumping price in the cabbage price and it has been won.

After I bought it, I went to the door of the mall non-stop for many years to find a scooter master.

Compared with other places, there are more cart masters at the entrance of this mall.

As soon as he appeared, the cart masters swarmed up and surrounded him in an instant.

Fortunately, he needs to transport a lot of furniture, and the furniture like rosewood is very heavy, so all the masters need it.

Everyone was stunned, so many people, what luck?

When they carried the rosewood and other furniture onto the cart, they realized that they had bought a lot of furniture over the years.

Also very deep!
More than a dozen cart masters took the furniture back to Nanluoguxiang. The line was a bit long, and passers-by looked at it curiously.

When they returned to Nanluoguxiang, Zhou Hongmei and the others were shocked. So much furniture?
Fan Zhaodi looked at the furniture, her eyes flickered, and she was thinking about a question: How much money does Xu Laosan have?

In the past few years, it has been really hard to build for many years, and the money is like water.

But this money seems to be inexhaustible. Could it be that his salary in the design institute is not more than five or sixty yuan?
Thinking of this, Fan Zhaodi suddenly felt that she really should let her man inquire about it, or else she should inquire about it herself.

Hu Meifeng was also very surprised. Although she didn't think as much as Fan Zhaodi, her little abacus was crackling.

I have been directing the cart masters to move furniture carefully for many years, but I don't know what my two sisters-in-law are thinking.

All the furniture was put back in the courtyard, attracting the neighbors to watch.

For many years, I have settled the wages of the truck master, only to realize that, hey, the wages are more than one yuan.

Shipping is really expensive!
In the side room, Zhong Zhenbiao and Wang Changyuan had already seen the furniture in the yard, and they looked at each other with wry smiles.

Not to mention, for many years, I have really good eyesight and a really wide network of contacts. I can actually get these furniture made of precious wood.

Not easy!

For the two of them, red sandalwood, golden nanmu, mahogany and other woods are very familiar. During the Republic of China, they made these furniture for those dignitaries.

So, if you can get such good furniture for many years, how can you like the new furniture now?

The neighbors in the yard, however, thought otherwise.

"You want such dirty and dark furniture? How much does it cost to ship it back?"

"The youngest of the Xu family must have lost his mind. I want all these furniture. I think it's dirty if I use them to light a fire."

"It's not that bad. It's moldy. I really don't know which tendon has been wrong for many years. He doesn't think he picked up a treasure, does he?"

The corner of his mouth twitched as he listened to it for many years, but he didn't bother to explain, instead he asked Qin Huairu, why didn't he see the three little ones?
Usually, when he came back, Sanxiao would not only be the first to come out to greet him, but at least would join in the fun.

It's a good day today, the lively conversation is almost over, and there is no sign of them.

What a rarity!
When Qin Huairu heard this, she covered her mouth and snickered, and said in a low voice:
"Isn't school going to start soon? In the morning, Teacher Yan, who is opposite, wanted to check their children's summer homework, and my mother listened to it."

"Xiaoqian and the others still have a lot of unfinished homework for the summer vacation. Now they are doing their homework in the room. They are not allowed to come out until they are finished, and they are not allowed to eat."

After listening to it for many years, I immediately smiled.

For the three little ones, not coming out to play is not a big punishment, but if they are not allowed to eat, it will kill them.

Today's children are already very nutritious. If they don't give them food, they can't rebel, right?
It's just that they are powerless to resist their grandma, so they can only do their homework obediently.

"By the way, Brother Anian, why did you come back so early today? You often leave work early like this, will your leaders really not talk about you?"

When asked this sentence, Qin Huairu's eyes were full of worry and concern, which made her feel itchy and helpless for many years.

"Xiao Ru, I've explained it to you, it's really all right, I've already asked the leader for leave"

"To tell you the truth, my leader is Director Ji, and his lover is Director Wang of the Sub-district Office, do you understand?"

what?
Qin Huairu suddenly opened her rosy mouth in shock, this seductive scene almost made her mouth shut for many years.

Fortunately, he still maintained his rationality, knowing clearly that he was in public.

The two chatted for a while, and then walked into the ear room to check the progress of the renovations made by the masters this morning.

Should I say it or not, Fan Guiming's craftsmanship is really nothing to say, it's great.

After scraping the cement dust, and then painting a layer of white, the whole decoration is considered complete.

The steel bars of the ceiling have also been tidied up, and the ceiling fans can be installed when the time comes.

However, there is only a ceiling fan in the living room at home, and it cannot be installed in other places.

Because a two-meter-high house with a ceiling fan is too unfriendly for many years.

After seeing the house, it was almost lunch time.

At this time, I have only seen three little ones for many years.

They were chatting around the furniture in the yard, admiring and commenting, seeing them like that made them happier than spending a small amount of money to get a big deal for many years.

After lunch, after returning to work in the Design Institute for many years, the first thing I did was to report to Director Ji.

"Have you bought the furniture you want?"

In the office, Ji Chungeng looked at him amusedly and asked him to talk about what furniture he had bought.

I haven't lied for many years, and tell the whole story.

Then he looked at Director Ji anxiously and said, "Director, will it be okay if I buy these furniture?"

"It's something, it's a serious problem." Ji Chungeng nodded him angrily, his face turned pale with fright.

Then, the conversation changed:
"You are so cowardly, why do you still buy these furniture? Don't do this job as soon as possible, go home and watch your wife."

Hearing this sentence, many years immediately put his heart back, and smiled flatteringly:

"Director, isn't this my habitual thinking? You also know that I am naturally timid"

puff!
Ji Chungeng, who was about to drink his saliva slowly, almost wanted to spit on the kid when he heard the other party's brazen words.

unacceptable!

"I don't think you are timid, you are fat. Tell me, what have you done since you went to work? Are you still timid? You are so thick-skinned, I feel ashamed for you!"

After being sprayed by director Ji, not only was he not angry for many years, but he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Director, look, I just bought a good inkstone today, can you stop being angry?"

As he spoke, he took out a stone from behind.

This thing is the stone that Director Cheng gave him.

When Ji Chungeng saw the stone, he was immediately attracted to it.

As a cultural person, he has always been very interested in things like the Four Treasures of the Study.

When encountering something good, he stares at it intently, and is bound to study it a little bit.

Of course, he didn't want to. With his clean and honest style, he didn't even bother to use these small tricks.

Otherwise, his house would have been filled with these treasures long ago.

What's more, his salary is not low, how can he not be able to afford it?
"Why do I feel that this stone looks familiar?"

After researching for a long time, Ji Chungeng didn't remember where he saw it.

What he said, the corners of his mouth twitched for many years, so he just said, it is impossible for Ji Chungeng not to have seen this thing.

But what he didn't expect was that Ji Chungeng confiscated his gift and taught him earnestly:
"Don't take these things out in the future, understand? I don't need it. My salary is higher than yours. I can't buy any inkstone you want?"

"Being a person and doing things, you have to follow the right path, don't think about going the wrong way."

I have been moved in my heart for many years, no matter in the previous life or in this life, this is the first time someone has said these words to him.

However, if you are touched, you must be moved, and the gift must be given out.

"Director, I really don't mean anything else, I just think it can play a greater role in your hands"

"To tell you the truth, I'm also borrowing flowers to give to the Buddha. This inkstone was given to me by Director Cheng of the Construction Bureau. I really didn't spend any money."

Hearing what he said, Ji Chungeng immediately pointed at him angrily and amusingly:

"I said, why is this thing so familiar? Did Lao Cheng give it to you?"

"Do you know who owned this inkstone in the first place? I bought it with money when I was working in Shanghai."

what?
This time it is the turn of many years to be dumbfounded. Is there such a story about co-authoring this inkstone?

In other words, after going around for several times, the inkstone returned to Ji Chungeng's hands, no wonder he had the expression just now.

It's just that he is getting old, and he gave away the inkstone not long after he bought it, so naturally he can't remember it.

Now that it has been said so for many years, he suddenly understood.

"Then Director, does this count as returning the property to the original owner?"

puff!
Ji Chungeng was once again taken aback by what he said for many years.

This brat is really good at summarizing, let him sum it up in the next meeting.

"Okay, okay, leave your things, you go out, I don't want to see you now." Ji Chungeng was speechless for a long time, and then waved in disgust:
"If you continue talking with you, I will be pissed off by you."

"Okay, then Director, you are busy."

After walking out of the office, it took many years to wipe off the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

He didn't expect that the inkstone had such a history, but he did a good deed.

As soon as he returned to the office, Lu Zhaolin threw the group chat notebook in front of him because he was afraid.

(End of this chapter)