80s: Little Sweet Wife

Yan Mingshun didn't buy much. He only bought three gadgets, which were not obvious in the schoolbag, but Wu Mei bought a bunch of them, and they were all junk.

Nothing else mattered, but Wu Mei felt the most humiliating thing was the broken bed. Let Qiuqiu fall in love, and Wu Mei must buy it back.

As a result, such a broken bed cost Wu Mei 100 yuan, which made her feel distressed.

"Hey, Xiao Yan, are you planning to buy it back for chopping firewood!"

Wang Lao walked over with a smile, seeing this broken bed that Yan Mingshun bought, he couldn't help laughing out loud, gloating on his face.

"Old Wang is joking. I just find this bed very pleasing to the eye. I think it should not be an ordinary object. I bought it and kept it. Maybe it will be worth some money in the future!"

Yan Mingshun said lightly, of course he knew that this bed was definitely not an ordinary object, otherwise Qiuqiu would not have been bought by Wu Mei, and he had also carefully observed this bed just now, and the pattern on it turned out to be a dragon pattern.

This made Yan Mingshun very surprised. In ancient times, only the family of emperors could carve dragon patterns, and other people did not dare to carve dragon patterns at all.

Obviously, this inconspicuous broken bed came from the emperor's house, and it is very likely that some unfortunate emperor slept in it.

From this, it can be seen that this bed is definitely not ordinary wood, even if it is a poor emperor, it is impossible for ordinary people to cut down a tree on the mountain and use it as a bed!

Wang Lao glanced at the big bed again, but didn't pay much attention to it. He had already slept in this bed, but he didn't find anything special, so he didn't look at it carefully. Besides, even if it was really some unlucky emperor who slept in it, How much can it be worth?

Things like porcelain, calligraphy, painting, and jade are in high demand in the market now. Basically, no one cares about such large-scale furniture. Otherwise, the old guy would have been on display for more than a year and no one asked for the price?

Xiao Yan usually looks quite clever, but now he is confused, he is too young!

Wang Lao didn't say anything. Although he was in charge of this place, he rarely asked about business matters. As long as one was willing to buy and the other was willing to sell, it didn't break his rules, even if the broken bed was sold for a thousand dollars. He will never interfere.

"I'll send Xiao Li to help you take this bed back, where?"

Yan Ming thanked him and gave the address of Wu Mei's new home. Mr. Wang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "You bought the house of Emotion. I said that whoever is so fast is only half an hour away. Let your kid pick up a big bargain."

Yan Mingshun said humbly: "Where is it? It's not that Wang Lao sees me as young and lets me."

Wang Lao laughed and was very praised by Yan Mingshun. He beckoned a simple and honest man in his twenties and asked him to send the broken bed to the address Yan Mingshun said. As for other things, Wang Lao even asked. Did not ask.

An hour later, they arrived at the house on Huaihai Road. Xiao Li had already delivered the bed. Yan Mingshun gave Xiao Li two dollars, but he was so upset that he laughed so hard that he walked away happily. .

As soon as Qiuqiu got home, he sprang to the broken bed and lay on his back, squinting his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

Wu Mei's mind moved slightly. The last time Qiuqiu slept in a broken jar, it also looked like this. After that, it has a pocket. It seems that this bed is as important to Qiuqiu as that jar!