Rebirth to 90s: Start from Scratch

Sending the wood home, Zhang Qianxiu asked them to throw the wood at the door, and then gave the money, even if it was over.

When the worker delivering the timber was almost gone, Zhang Qianxiu took the two old men into the door and poured them a glass of water.

There are too many lottery tickets in the room. Now people in the entire county know about lottery tickets, and many people are still playing it. Therefore, the fewer people who know the lottery, the better.

When the two old people saw these lottery tickets, they were also taken aback: "Little boss, are you producing the lottery tickets now sold in the city?"

Zhang Qianxiu smiled lightly and handed the tea to the two elderly people: "Yes, we pack here, and the printing is done in the factory."

"You are amazing! Our village is talking about your lottery." The old man said.

Zhang Qianxiu greeted a few words indifferently. Su Yuwei didn't know how Zhang Qianxiu came back with the two old people. He thought that Zhang Qianxiu knew him, and ran to get some fruits and sugar.

The two elderly people hurriedly thanked them.

After sitting for a while, Su Yuwei wrapped a small packet of fruit and sugar for the two old people. The two old people shied a few times before accepting it, but they were moved to thank them again and again.

Zhang Qianxiu went out, planning to drive with the two old people to their house to see the small leaf red sandalwood, and then buy some more to make furniture.

As soon as he left the house, Zhang Qianxiu saw a middle-aged man standing at the door, who actually reminded himself not to buy old man's wood at the beginning.

Although Zhang Qianxiu's first impression of him was pretty good, he didn't know him after all, Zhang Qianxiu was still a little wary in his heart, mainly because he was afraid that they would be malicious about the lottery.

This is not to save a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain. The value of these lottery tickets is not low, one for each dollar!

If in the 21st century, who has tens of millions of cash in the house, who hasn't kept it well, for fear of being known to cause unnecessary trouble?

"Master, is there anything else?" Zhang Qianxiu asked seemingly casually.

The middle-aged man said embarrassingly: "Boss, I just want to apologize to you, before... I shouldn't have said those things before."

Zhang Qianxiu didn't worry about this at all: "It's okay!"

The middle-aged man turned his head and said to the two old people again: "Old man, I didn't expect the people around to say so many ugly things, I'm sorry!"

The two old men were also generous, and said with a smile: "It's okay, you are also kind. Everyone doesn't know these red sandalwoods, and you can understand those words, but we are not deceiving! These red sandalwoods are really precious. Wood was used by the emperor in ancient times."

The middle-aged man apologized, didn't stay much, turned around and left.

"Old man, where do you live? Let's drive over." Zhang Qianxiu asked.

"Shangling Village." The old man said.

"Where is Shangling Village?" Zhang Qianxiu really didn't know this place: "I'm driving on the road, can you show me the way?"

"Yes! Yes, you can!"

Shangling Village is not too close to the county seat. It takes more than ten minutes to drive. Zhang Qianxiu didn't know how the two old men moved the wood to the county wood market. The wood is not light.

The two old people lived in a quadrangle courtyard with wooden structures. Although it was relatively old, it occupies a large area. There are two courtyards inside and outside, but half of them have become a little run-down because they are not maintained.

Judging from the structure and the outdated craftsmanship, this house was indeed a rich family in the past.

Entering the yard, walking down the corridor, although it is relatively old, but it is still very clean, the pillars and railings are full of the breath of time.

Arriving in the outer courtyard, the old man took Zhang Qianxiu into a room with half of the house's wood piled in it.

The old man said: "Little boss, here is the lobular red sandalwood, and here is the golden nanmu."

Zhang Qianxiu was taken aback. Is it another kind of precious wood?

However, just like the small leaf red sandalwood, ordinary people who are not interested in wenwan and don't have the money to buy furniture made of these woods, generally have never seen the small leaf red sandalwood and golden nanmu.

Zhang Qianxiu looked at the woods, but didn't see any difference, because after leaving it for too long, the exterior looked gray and there was no difference.

"This golden nanmu time seems to be exclusively for the emperor, right?" Zhang Qianxiu said.

"That's not true, it's just that ordinary people can't afford it." The old man asked, "Do you want to see the little boss?"

Zhang Qianxiu was also curious: "Look at that."

The old man found a few pieces of sandpaper in the corner behind the door and said: "The golden nanmu is very hard, and ordinary knives and axes cannot cut it. It has to be sawed with a saw. It is also difficult to saw. These are all peeled wood. You can see it by rubbing it with sandpaper."

With that, the old man handed the sandpaper to Zhang Qianxiu.

Zhang Qianxiu rubbed a piece of wood with sandpaper, and it took a long time to wipe off one layer. The wood inside was really golden, and it looked particularly bright.

"Old man, what did your ancestors do? There are so many precious woods." Zhang Qianxiu couldn't help being interested in the old man's family background.

The old man said: "The ancestor He Linghan, in the Qing Dynasty, he was from Daozhou County, Yongzhu City. He was a descendant of the second son He Shaoye. He Shaoye was also an officer to the Ministry of War. For various reasons, he moved to Shao. In Qingshi, the ancestors of the subsequent dynasties were full of poems and books. When I was young, I was also familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics."

Zhang Qianxiu said for so long that Zhang Qianxiu didn't know the name of the old man, but listening to his origin, it was indeed amazing. He smiled and asked, "Old man, my name is Zhang Qianxiu. I still don't know how to call it?"

The old man showed a little shame on his face, and said, "He Daoxun, the old man, his words are loyal."

There are very few people who still use Chinese characters, and it can even be said that there are no more. He Daoxun still has characters, which shows that their family is very traditional.

Zhang Qianxiu still has some admiration for He Daoxun's family background, and respects some of his dignity.

"Old He, no matter what you say, you are also a scholarly family, how could you fall into such a field?" Zhang Qianxiu asked.

He Daoxun smiled bitterly: "Before the establishment of the country, my father ran away his wealth to drive the Japanese, and the family was able to **** almost seven or eighty-eight. Later, some were left for heirlooms. The turmoil for ten years, the last few. The family is gone, only this old house is left."

Speaking of this house, He Daoxun knocked on a pillar and said: "These are all red sandalwood or golden nanmu, but they are painted with a layer of paint, and they can't be seen."

Zhang Qianxiu asked in surprise, "The whole house is there?"

He Daoxun looked a little embarrassed, and said: "Not really, but these pillars and wooden beams are both, and some of the wooden boards are also painted because of the different colors."

"However, most of the red sandalwood used to build houses is not small-leaf red sandalwood, and small-leaf red sandalwood rarely has aniseed materials, and large-leaf red sandalwood is used to build houses."

Even so, Zhang Qianxiu couldn't help but nodded and said, "That's also very powerful."

He Daoxun said with some pride: "Just a house like ours, it will be an antique if it will be kept for a few more decades. What a pity! We can't repair it. It won't last for that time."

Zhang Qianxiu even had something in his heart that he bought the whole house. As long as you make sure that these are red sandalwood and golden nanmu, they will be very valuable in the future, as long as these golden nanmu and red sandalwood are taken out and stored, even in the future. If you fail to do business, you can make a lot of money when the wood is fired up and sold.

But at first glance, this house is where people live. Zhang Qianxiu does not have much spare money now. He builds a house for the He family, so he has to retreat to the next best thing: "He Lao, if you sell all the wood in this room to me, How much is it?"

There is a lot of wood in it, Zhang Qianxiu roughly estimated it, adding up the length and the short, it is estimated that there will be at least a thousand.

If you want to make furniture, don't say one set, three or five sets are more than enough.

He Daoxun was taken aback for a moment and asked, "Little boss, do you want them all?"

Zhang Qianxiu nodded: "As long as the price is right, I want it all."

In fact, Zhang Qianxiu wants to say that if you are willing to sell half of your house that is already leaking, I can also pick out the red sandalwood and golden nanmu and buy them together.

These things are treasures, and you can wait for them to appreciate when you put them away.

"That... that... five thousand!" He Daoxun hesitated and said a number.

Five thousand yuan, in Zhang Qianxiu's opinion, is actually not too high. Some of these long and short pieces of wood can't be kept by one person, some have only thick arms, some are four to five meters long, and some are less than one meter long. , But the sum of red sandalwood and golden nanmu is at least a thousand!

Zhang Qianxiu thought for a while and said, "Old Ho, that's fine, five thousand yuan, I want all of it, and if there are others, I will also accept it."

He Daoxun was not very happy to see that Zhang Qianxiu really wanted everything. In his opinion, these things are definitely more than five thousand yuan. But in the face of reality, he can only bow his head and sell some money. Be a baby in your hand!

He Daoxun nodded and said, "That's OK, I'll find something to mark, so that I can distinguish it, so as to avoid misunderstanding."

With so much wood, it is definitely impossible to ask someone to move it. A car must be called to pull it away.

Zhang Qianxiu didn't object either. For this kind of thing, don't be generous. Five thousand yuan is not a small amount of money anymore.

After He Daoxun left, Zhang Qianxiu studied the wood. The intuitive feeling was that it was heavy. The color was different from that of ordinary wood. Others really didn't feel different.

Soon, He Daoxun came back with an inkstone in one hand and a writing brush in the other.

He Daoxun used a brush to write the numbers on the outside end of the wood.

He Daoxun's characters are beautiful, vigorous and powerful, even if they are Arabic numerals, he has abruptly written Chinese characters and calligraphy.

Zhang Qianxiu stood behind and watched He Daoxun write seriously. After He Daoxun wrote for ten minutes, he took the inkstone and brush from He Daoxun's hand and continued to write.

When all the wood is marked, the sky is about to get dark, and all the wood is 1,326 yuan.

He Daoxun's wife also prepared the food at this time, and enthusiastically invited Zhang Qianxiu to eat together.

Zhang Qianxiu just agreed with a few words.

There are only He Daoxun and her wife in the family. He didn’t see anyone else. Through chatting, Zhang Qianxiu learned that they also have a grandson who is studying at Beijing University. The two elderly people can’t make much money. He Daoxun’s help is usually relied on. It is not enough for people to write couplets, earn some pocket money, and subsidize the family, let alone the tuition of grandson.

In the past, there were still a few ancient objects in the family, and some people who went to the countryside to collect them took them away, because He Daoxun knew the goods and the prices were fair.

Every time He Daoxun didn't sell too much, he only sold enough for his grandson's school expenses this semester. He still wanted to leave some heirlooms for his grandson.

The people who received those objects have not come for a long time this time. He Daoxun wants to save his grandson's tuition for the next semester to sell the wood.

Zhang Qianxiu asked suspiciously: "Old He, you don't sell much every time. Why do you sell all these wood to me this time?"

He Daoxun was silent for a while and said, "Because you don't bargain, whether you are pitying the two old people, Brother Zhang, or for other reasons, in my opinion, it is not generous, but virtuous."

Zhang Qianxiu didn’t understand He Daoxun’s logic, because the price He Daoxun gave him was only more than four yuan for a piece of wood, not even five yuan, and it did not reach the ten yuan that He Daoxun called in the timber market. Called Youde?

Anyway, Zhang Qianxiu couldn't figure it out.

Seeing Zhang Qianxiu's puzzled appearance, He Daoxun said, "De is not deliberately, but like Zhang Xiaodi, you have done it, but haven't realized that this is true virtue."

Zhang Qianxiu still didn't understand, and said with a chuckle: "Anyway, I would like to thank He Lao for the compliment, this word of virtue is not for me."

In Zhang Qianxiu's view, he has only the most basic morals, and he is definitely not a person of high morals. The lottery business is obviously a pit of money, and he still does it. That is why he is not worthy of the word.