Block My Way Home: You Must Become My Wife

The second-hand goods market, to put it bluntly, is the place where old things are stored in the county.

In recent years, people generally think that old things, old things, are not good things.

If you want to smash it, just throw it away.

So, almost every day, people are pulling broken scooters, carts of broken beds, cabinets, tables, and other things to throw into the second-hand market.

The second-hand market is a mess, like a garbage mountain.

Some families have no money, will go inside to find things, spend a few cents to a few cents, take some of the things you can use.

When Zhao Xiangyun came to the door, he found that there were still people guarding the door. He was an old man, about 50 years old, wearing an old shirt, with a look of malnutrition and slight swelling on his face.

Zhao Xiangyun said to the old man, "uncle, I'm looking for an old lock. No one in my family works in the city. There are no industrial rolls. I can't afford to buy a new lock from the supply and marketing cooperative. Can I look for one inside?"

The old man took a look at Zhao Xiangyun. He didn't see anything except fat.

"Go ahead, what to take and what not to take, you know?" The old man said.

Zhao Xiangyun thought that the old man was afraid of stealing. He said with both hands, "uncle, I won't steal anything. I'll pay the price of what's inside!"

The old man waved, a little more impatient in his voice, "go, go!"

As Zhao Xiangyun walked inside, he could see a lot of things on the ground from entering the door.

Old furniture, broken pots, broken iron, broken copper, and then some waste paper.

Zhao Xiangyun really doubts whether the head here can really find the lock he needs.

For a long time, not to mention the lock, even the bigger bolt was not found.

Just thinking about whether or not to leave, suddenly, a sound looking bed in the corner attracted Zhao Xiangyun's attention.

The main reason is the exquisite wood carvings on the wooden bed, and the color of the wood is very good-looking, it is light purple, the texture looks very good, close to smell, it seems that there is a light fragrance.

It's like Red sandalwood.

Although Zhao Xiangyun was only a yoga teacher in his last life, he had a good family background and was half rich.

I know some friends who like collecting antiques.

I have a certain understanding of these things.

Red sandalwood is a rare species of wood, a tea table, can be worth more than 100000.

If you change to a cabinet, or a bed, the price is more expensive.

In addition, this bed has exquisite craftsmanship. It's not like the current objects at all. It's completely antique.

It's worth a million, at least.

A million. What concept? One bed is equal to one suite.

Zhao Xiangyun looked at it and felt bad.

She can't move such a big bed by herself.

It's better to put it here.

Next time, it may be a ruin.

Zhao Xiangyun could hardly imagine that scene.

Hand, subconsciously touched the edge of the bed, Zhao Xiangyun can't help thinking, if she has any way, can let this bed disappear.

Only in the blink of an eye, the red sandalwood bed disappeared in front of Zhao Xiangyun.

Zhao Xiangyun was so scared that he stepped back several steps and almost fell to the ground.

After a long time, she did not understand where the bed had gone.

I searched the whole room carefully, but I still couldn't find any trace.

Zhao Xiangyun almost gave up.

At this moment, she thought of one thing.

Before the bed disappeared, she touched it with her hand, thinking, if only it could disappear.

Is it because of this?

She picked up a piece of wood from the ground and recited it in her heart, hoping that the wood would disappear.

For the first time, the wood disappeared again.

Can you come back?

Zhao Xiangyun just thinks so, disappeared wood, appeared again.

Zhao Xiangyun was stunned and thought of the broken bowl on his back.

The ability to make things disappear and come back is a bit like space.

Is this the second golden finger of broken bowl?

Zhao Xiangyun took down the basket and took out the broken bowl.

It's still a plain look. It doesn't look any different.

Can those things disappear? Can broken bowls disappear?

Zhao Xiangyun took the broken bowl, closed his eyes and thought in his heart.

When you open your eyes again, the broken bowl disappears.

And Zhao Xiangyun's right wrist, there is a black circle, the circle is not complete, and the broken bowl gap, the same place.

Zhao Xiangyun restrained his joy and began to look for more things he could use in the second-hand market.

Most of them are precious wood, red sandalwood, huanghuali But no longer like that bed, well preserved, all smashed, but the value is still great.In order not to arouse suspicion, Zhao Xiangyun found some humble wood.

Broken pots and dishes.

Dishes and dishes are not things of this era. Looking at the printing, they should all be from the Qing Dynasty.

But it's not valuable. After all, it's not from the four official kilns.

According to Zhao Xiangyun, the industry of antiques has a deep water.

It's not something with a history, it's worth money.

It has to be something of good quality from a good place.

Otherwise, they can't sell at a good price.

Zhao Xiangyun took out what he wanted little by little.

Finally, he said to the old guard, "I can't find the lock, but I think the wood is good. I can use it as firewood. And then there are a few dishes that you don't need to buy at home. "

There are many people who come to the second-hand market to buy old things.

Most of them are older than Zhao Xiangyun, and they also take dishes, broken teapots and so on.

So the old man had no doubt.

But seeing that Zhao Xiangyun bought wood to burn, he couldn't help saying, "are you a country boy? You can go to the mountains to chop these broken logs! "

It means that Zhao Xiangyun doesn't have to waste money to buy these things.

"Yes, but my aunt is cleaning the toilet in the city. She always says that she can't afford coal at home, so she usually asks us to send some wood.

But recently, my family is busy collecting. Who has the time? That's why... "

Such an explanation can be explained.

"Well, after weighing, you can take it back."

The pile of broken wood, not much to see, weighed down, there are four or five hundred jin.

Plus a couple of broken bowls.

"You give You give me two yuan! " The old man said a number casually.

Anyway, the wood is worthless.

"Two?" Zhao Xiangyun was in a daze.

So many things, just two yuan?

"Too much? Too much to go elsewhere! If you don't want it, more people will want it. " The old man was not angry.

Zhao Xiangyun shook his head again and again, "no, no, I'll take the money now!"

He took two yuan out of his pocket and handed it to the old man.

This pile of old man's eyesight's rags, became Zhao Xiangyun's.

Just how to get it back is a problem.

Seeing that Zhao Xiangyun had not moved for a long time, the old man said, "go to the neighborhood and ask if anyone is willing to lend you a cart and pull it back with it. Just remember to pay!"