Era: Started from raising livestock in the mountains

The old man looked at Lin Heng and said, "It's not big, just a small lump. It's the rotten wood left over from the demolished old house of the landlord. It seems that there are also small furniture such as red sandalwood. It was found when the old house was renovated a few days ago."

Lin Heng smiled and said, "Sure, bring all the things that can be used and can't be used. If they are real, not only can I exchange them for apples, but I can also give you money."

The old man was immediately happy when he heard it, and said repeatedly, "Okay, wait a moment, I'll go back and get them for you."

Those things are just a pile of junk to him. He doesn't think it's a loss to be able to pay back money or exchange them for some apples.

"Are the rotten wood lumps useful?" Xiulan asked curiously.

Xiaoxia shook his hand and asked, "What is golden nanmu?"

Lin Heng smiled and said, "Of course it is useful. The simplest way is to make it into a bracelet. Not to mention selling it for your own use, or grinding it into powder to make incense is also very good."

"Is it the same as mine, Dad?" Xiaoxia took out the green fish stone on her neck. This small stone became more and more pearly and beautiful when she wore it.

"Yes, I'll make you something else to carry with you." Lin Heng smiled.

"Is that so." Xiulan nodded and pulled Xiaoxia to wait beside her.

While Xiulan was waiting, Lin Heng took a bucket to a nearby house and got half a bucket of water.

After a while, the old man came with two grandsons, aged eight or nine, and brought two snakeskin bags. When they came to Lin Heng and the others, they dumped the things on the ground, and a pile of dusty, tattered wood appeared on the ground.

"Most of them are rotten." Xiulan looked at them in confusion. At first glance, they were all some wooden lumps, small wooden boards, and small wooden stakes.

The old man replied: "At that time, they were all smashed to pieces. The only good ones were an inkstone and a pen holder, and the rest were like this."

Lin Heng was not surprised by this. If they were really good, they would not fall into the hands of ordinary civilians. He first classified the materials. Whether it was red sandalwood or golden nanmu, they all had fragrance. Then he wiped them with water to see the texture and basically judged them.

Soon he picked out the things. Among them, more than half were not golden nanmu or red sandalwood, but it can be seen that they were basically good woods such as red rosewood and camphor wood.

After picking them out, Lin Heng looked at the red sandalwood inkstone and pen holder again. The inkstone was unusually heavy in his hand, and it felt similar to a stone inkstone.

After washing with water, it was purple-red. This was not lacquer, because the "cow hair pattern" belonging to red sandalwood could be clearly seen. After rubbing it with paper twice, you can see the obvious oily luster, and you can also see some small gold dots and smell the faint fragrance mixed with the fragrance of ink.

Under the inkstone is a cluster of beautiful pine and cypress patterns, which looks very beautiful.

But unfortunately, a piece of the upper left corner was smashed off. Although it does not affect the use, it will not restore the original beauty after all.

Compared with this inkstone, the pen holder is very complete, with almost no damage. The cylindrical body is carved with bamboo patterns, which looks very artistic.

As for the material, it is similar to the inkstone, both are purple-red with golden stars, and are undoubtedly old red sandalwood with high density and sufficient oiliness.

In addition to these two red sandalwoods, what makes Lin Heng happy is that there are two table legs, more than 30 cm long, square in shape, and four or five centimeters on the side. This thing is very suitable for making rulers or beads.

Then Lin Heng looked at these golden nanmu again. It can be seen that two of them are half table legs, two are small piers on the pillars, and there are some miscellaneous ones that can't be seen in shape at all.

These things sink to the bottom of the water easily when thrown into the water. After washing, you can still smell the fragrance. The golden color, tiger skin-like texture, and no trace of insects can be seen. It can be concluded that it is golden nanmu without a doubt.

After Lin Heng finished looking, the old man also smoked half of the cigarette Lin Heng gave him. He looked at Lin Heng and said, "Boss, how much can you give for this?"

"It's true that these are golden nanmu or red sandalwood, but they are good to use. The intact ones are pen holders and inkstones. Half of them are counted."

Lin Heng first explained the actual situation, then looked at the old man and his two grandsons, and said after a moment of hesitation, "How about this, how about giving you a total of 20 yuan?"

"Twenty!" The old man was stunned, thinking that he had heard wrong, and pointed his ear to Lin Heng again and said, "How much did you say?"

In fact, not only the old man, but also his two grandsons and Xiulan were a little surprised. The price Lin Heng gave was a little too high. She felt that giving 10 yuan was very high. After all, no one would want it if they didn't buy it.

But Lin Heng actually had his own ideas. In his opinion, these things were worth so much. If he took them home and waited for more than ten years, he could sell them for tens of thousands of yuan in the antique market.

"Twenty yuan, do you think you can sell it?" Lin Heng shouted loudly.

The old man heard it clearly this time, and he couldn't stop smiling: "Sell, I will sell, if I don't sell it, I'll keep it for the New Year."

"Okay, I'll take these things." Lin Heng picked up the things and put them in the bag, and motioned Xiulan to pay.

Soon Xiulan counted out twenty yuan and handed it to the old man. The old man was so happy to get the money that he couldn't stop smiling. He counted it twice with his saliva, and then took out two yuan and said: "I'll buy another eight kilograms of apples."

"No problem, you pick it yourself, and I'll weigh it for you after you pick it." Lin Heng smiled and nodded, he felt that he had turned around.

Soon the old man and his grandson finished picking apples, weighed them, and walked back with them in the bag. After walking two steps, he suddenly turned back and said, "I actually have a red sandalwood tea can. How much can you give me?"

He had actually sold red sandalwood and golden nan wood several times, but the vendors who bought it kept the price very low, far less than what Lin Heng gave today.

"If it is about the same size as this pen holder, I can give you ten yuan." Lin Heng said with a smile. The value of this kind of wooden furniture is not high, especially if it is not engraved with words and signatures. The price he gave is already very reasonable.

"Okay, wait a minute." Hearing this price, the old man was quite satisfied. He looked at Lin Heng and nodded to indicate that he could sell it.

Lin Heng waited here for a while, and the old man took the apples back. After a while, he brought a lotus-shaped carved red sandalwood box over.

Lin Heng looked at it and was delighted. This one is better than the previous red sandalwood, because after washing it with water, you can see a lot of gold stars, which are denser than before.

After giving the money, he waved his hand, got in the car and drove away.

Walking on the road, Lin Heng smiled and said: "Xiu Lan, we have made a profit today. If we take these things we just collected to Ancheng to sell, how much do you think we can sell them for?"

"How much?" Xiu Lan asked curiously.

"At least it can sell for thousands of yuan." Lin Heng said with a smile.

Xiu Lan's beautiful eyes widened suddenly: "So much?"

Lin Heng smiled and said: "I still said less. There is no shortage of rich people in this world. Those who play antiques are just a drizzle."

"Okay, I really learned a lot." Xiu Lan nodded and said.

"Next spring, I will find an opportunity to take you and the children to Ancheng for fun. It is much more prosperous than our Taibai City." Lin Heng said with a smile.

The purpose of making money is to have a better life. Compared with the small mountain village where they are now, there are too many beautiful paradises in the world. If you want to own those places, you have to spend money to buy them.

"Where are we going to sell them next? There aren't many apples left in the car." Xiulan looked at Lin Heng and asked again. Because they could exchange them with other things and the price was relatively cheap, they sold them very quickly.

"Let's just stroll around and go home. We won't go far away." Lin Heng thought for a while and said.

Then they went around two nearby villages and successfully sold all the apples.

"How much did you make today?"

After selling the apples, Lin Heng looked at Xiulan and asked.

"We brought two thousand kilograms of apples. If we sell them, we will only get 205 yuan. The rest is exchanged for Chinese medicinal materials, food and the like." Xiulan smiled.

"That's not bad." Lin Heng nodded.

"Dad, it's a lot of money. Can you give me one yuan? I want to buy candy." Xiaoxia blinked her big eyes and said cutely.

"This is your salary. You have made a great contribution in selling fruits today. This one yuan is yours. You can buy anything you want." Lin Heng handed her one yuan and said.

"Okay, thank you, Dad." Xiaoxia happily kissed Lin Heng on the face with the money.

"Let's go, let's go home." Xiulan pulled her into the car.

Lin Heng looked at his watch. It was already 4:10 in the afternoon, and it was time to go back.

Driving back, Xiulan taught Xiaoxia to sing nursery rhymes, and walked back happily while looking at the scenery outside the window.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Xiulan suddenly said, "Husband, stop for a moment, look at the big pear tree on the side of the road."

Lin Heng stopped the car and took a closer look. There was really a pear tree as thick as a small bowl, which was full of big pears as big as dates.

Xiulan opened the door and got out of the car and said, "Let's go pick them. This year we can make more autumn pear paste. After boiling some loquat leaves, it can not only be eaten as a snack, but also moisturize the lungs and relieve coughs."

"That's for sure." Lin Heng nodded, took a machete and went down to clear the way. The pear tree was under the road and it was very difficult to walk.

After clearing the way, he pulled Xiulan and Xiaoxia down, and then climbed up the tree himself. After climbing up, he looked at the two and said, "You go further away, I'll shake it."

"Okay." Xiulan took Xiaoxia to the edge.

Seeing them leave, Lin Heng hugged the tree and began to shake it wildly. Soon, the pears were shaken down like rain. Xiaoxia cheered excitedly below, and the rain of pears made her jump and jump happily.

After shaking it three times in a row, Lin Heng gave up. Most of them were shaken down, and the remaining ones were still very solid. If you really want to get them down, you have to hit them with a stick.

But there were enough under the tree, so he didn't continue. Picking pears in the afternoon, Lin Heng tasted one, and it was still familiar, fragrant and astringent.

It took more than half an hour to pick up the pears, and the harvest was not cheap. It was a full snakeskin bag. When weighed in the car, it was a full 80 kilograms.

Xiulan smiled and nodded: "This bag can make several kilograms of autumn pear paste."

"Of course, get in the car quickly, let's go home, I'm very hungry." Lin Heng urged, they had fried dough twists and instant noodles for lunch, which were not as filling as rice.

After his wife and children got in the car, he walked back quickly. At 5:10, he returned to Hongfeng Mountain. When he stopped the car, he shouted loudly: "Mom and Dad, is the meal ready? I'm so hungry."

"Your mother is cooking. She has made a few fried chive dumplings tonight. You can eat two to relieve your stomach." Father Lin said, pulling his two grandsons over.

"Okay." Lin Heng ignored his son, got out of the car first, went into the house, took three chive dumplings, and gave one to his wife and child.

The two children cried when they left in the morning, and now they hugged their mother's thighs and refused to let her go. Xiulan had no choice but to take them to sit in the house.

Lin Heng was not in a hurry to unload the goods, and simply told his father about the sale.

"Your method is good. It is better to sell them all than to let them rot at home. In exchange for some food, it is more durable than apples." Father Lin nodded and said, and got on the car to unload the goods.

After placing the food and medicinal materials separately, he looked at the precious wood that Lin Heng had exchanged for.

"If you can't see anything like this, let's go to the room where you are a carpenter." Lin Heng took two pieces of wood to the house, fixed the wood, and used a plane to plane off the oxide layer on the surface, and the beautiful wood grain inside was revealed.

"It is indeed good wood. What are you going to make it into?" Father Lin looked at it and asked.

"I haven't thought about the others yet. The thin wooden board is going to be made into two combs and hairpins, and the rest is going to be ground into beads, and the powder is used to make incense." Lin Heng looked at his father and said.

"Is that so? Then you can do it slowly." Father Lin smiled and patted his shoulder.

Lin Heng was not in a hurry. There were special tools for making beads now. He could make them at an antique shop with a little money. He was going to try making hairpins and combs himself.

When he returned to the house, Lin's mother had already made the chive box and started cooking.

In the evening, he simply cooked two meat dishes and three vegetables, plus a vegetable and egg soup, drank a little wine, and finished dinner slowly.

After dinner, it was completely dark. Lin Heng drove a sidecar to take Xiulan and the children home. The pears and the wood were all placed in Hongfeng Mountain. He would come to milk the cows tomorrow morning to get them.

"Are you going to sell apples tomorrow?" Xiulan asked as they walked on the road.

"No, take a day off and sell them in a few days. There are only more than 2,000 kilograms of apples left, so there is no need to worry about selling them." Lin Heng said.

"Then kill the black goat and have hot pot tomorrow?" Xiulan asked again.

Lin Heng thought for a moment and said, "It depends on the situation. It's not impossible to kill it tomorrow."

As they were talking, they had already arrived at the door of the house. Xiulan took out the key to open the door, and Dazhuang Xiongba came out to greet them.

They went into the house and first prepared some dinner for the dog. They didn't feed it at noon, so they had to feed it at night.

After feeding the dog, the two took the children to wash up, went to see the persimmons, and then happily lay on the bed to rest. They had a very fulfilling and happy day today.

The next morning, after getting up and completing daily exercises, Lin Heng couldn't wait to go to Hongfeng Mountain to get back the wood he bought yesterday. (End of this chapter)