Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 10 Asking for Money

Okay, it seems that Lao Ma is very angry. He cherishes this wooden bed more than he thought.

He Xiao touched his chin, wondering if he should find an expert to help him identify it.

"Son, you really don't regard money as money."

Silly Zhu sighed deeply. He didn't know how Lou Xiao'e taught his son, who was such a pure prodigal.

Still a double taker and a prodigal!

Oh, just buy it if you buy it. Looking at the ordinary old bed in front of him, Silly Zhu asked: "Where do you want to put this bed?"

"Where?" He Xiao was stunned and was asked by Silly Zhu.

Yes, you can't fit into the Peace Hotel with such a big wooden bed, and besides, it's not your own place.

As soon as Shazhu saw his son's expression, he knew that he had not thought about it at all.

"Forget it, just put it at my place first. When you have a place, you can move it back."

He Xiao was a little unhappy. He thought it would be unreliable to put this wooden bed in a courtyard, but at the moment he really couldn't think of where to put it.

He shamelessly leaned towards Lou Xiao'e and said, "Mom, can you give me some money? I'll lend it to you."

If I hadn't brought enough money, I wouldn't have needed to borrow it from you."

He Xiao was very proud of picking up a small leak.

…

"boom."

"Hey, where did you get the snuff bottle?"

"Then you have to keep an eye on me. Don't let the idle people bring trouble to me."

He raised his head and glanced at Lou Xiao'e, and saw that she was also very happy, so He Xiao felt relieved.

He Xiao lay back and felt very comfortable.

He Xiao curled his lips and saw Shazhu riding his bicycle away, so he turned back to the market.

"I'll just buy it for fun, don't worry."

"Okay, son, you stay here and stare at the wooden bed while I find a tricycle."

Seeing that her expression was wrong, He Xiao said quickly.

He Xiao whispered in a low voice that he didn't bring tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars, otherwise he wouldn't have to borrow them.

Searching for cultural relics from the mainland at low prices and selling them in Xiangjiang is indeed a way to get rich. Many people in later generations have become rich through this.

"He Xiao, do you know what you are doing?"

He just wanted to collect some things and keep them for himself, not even taking them to Xiangjiang.

"Our family used to have a courtyard with three entrances and an east-west courtyard. I don't know how many good things we have in the house."

After saying that, He Xiao was so embarrassed that he went back home more and more.

Forehead……

He Xiao covered his head, knowing that he had said the wrong thing again.

"Mom, why don't you use the money you spent to open a restaurant for Shazhu and buy more old houses in the capital? They will definitely be valuable in the future."

He Xiao took advantage of the situation and put his head over it.

Lou Xiao'e sighed, there was really nothing she could do about her son.

Lou Xiao'e had a dark face and gave her son a headache.

He Xiao picked up the Hetian jade snuff bottle and turned it over in his hand. The more he touched it, the more he liked it.

He doesn't even know how to evaluate Silly Zhu...

After all, he and that kind of cultural relic dealer are still enemies.

Well……

Lou Xiao'e was stunned, turned to look at her son, and asked doubtfully: "Why do you want money?"

"You have to keep an eye on the wooden bed. It's best not to let others touch it, especially Bang Ge. Don't let him touch it."

But He Xiao didn't bother to do this, it was too embarrassing, and he was afraid that others would poke his spine.

Silly Zhu rolled his eyes. If it weren't for his own son, he wouldn't be involved in this matter.

"Brother fart, his surname is not He."

However, it is only natural for a son to ask for money from his mother.

It would be good to let my son go there and cultivate the father-son relationship with Silly Zhu.

Lou Xiao'e said and sighed, "You can buy it if you want, but you have to learn. There is a lot of knowledge in this area, otherwise you will get an eyeful sooner or later."

Oops, I get so angry just thinking about He Xiao, especially since his last name is He.

"Mom, I'm not making a metaphor here. I'm not a dealer in cultural relics. With our family's situation, I don't need to do this."

After hearing this, Lou Xiao'e breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at her son carefully and was surprised. She didn't expect that her son was interested in antiques.

Putting down a pile of old newspapers, He Xiao took out the ten snuff bottles from his pocket and placed them on the glass table in front of the sofa.

"Won't you go back with me?"

"Mom, look at these snuff bottles. They are all from a previous vintage. They cost thirty yuan each. I will take them to Hong Kong and sell them for three hundred. Do you think they can be sold?"

"Okay, take it back and I'll provide it, and no one will be allowed to touch it."

"He Xiao, is it okay for Mom to discuss something with you? As long as you agree, I won't stop you from collecting whatever you want, and I'll pay for whatever money you need."

"Ouch."

After walking around for a while, there was nothing interesting in the market. Seeing that the morning market was about to end, he took the bus and returned to the hotel.

…

Lou Xiao'e put down what she was holding and her face became very serious.

"Mom, there are a lot of good things in Beijing, and the prices are not expensive now, so I just want to buy some for my collection...

…

"came back."

"Mom, look what I brought back."

He also said that he was being taken advantage of. In his opinion, he still didn’t know who was being taken advantage of. He didn’t raise a white-eyed wolf.

Caressing her son's head, she remembered what Silly Zhu said in the morning, how about letting her son live in a courtyard house for two months?

It happened that during this time, she was busy choosing a hotel location and had no time to take care of her son.

Tangenxiao City was not far from the Siheyuan. Shazhu called a cart. The three of them worked for a while, carefully carrying the wooden bed to the cart and tying it with ropes.

He Xiao stood at the exit of the market, still feeling uneasy. Those three cheap children of Silly Zhu were the most inhuman beings. Don't damage his wooden bed.

Silly Zhu stood in front pushing his bicycle. After taking two steps, he looked back and found that He Xiao had not followed.

…

Silly Zhu was riding a bicycle with black lines all over his head. He turned around and shouted: "That's your brother."

She opened her arms and greeted her son: "Come here."

Riding his bicycle, he led the way, followed by the tricycle, and rode slowly toward the courtyard.

Lou Xiao'e became interested. She was no stranger to snuff bottles. She reached out and picked one up. She looked at it carefully and found that the workmanship was quite exquisite.

"Oh, my brother, the guy who calls you stupid dad is actually his son? What the hell is this?"

He Xiao shook his head. He didn't want to go to the courtyard. "If I don't go, I'll go back to the hotel directly."

"Besides, we can't stay in hotels all the time. We need to have a home in the capital. I bought an old wooden bed at the market, which is also a good thing. I don't have room to put it, so I had to put it at Silly Zhu's place first..."

"I bought them from a stall for thirty yuan each, and I paid for them all."

"Okay." Shazhu was a little tired and didn't try to persuade him again.

Alas, the debt I owed in my previous life.

"What's the matter? I agree."

He Xiao's eyes lit up and he looked at Lou Xiao'e expectantly.

Lou Xiao'e is the rich man in the family, and a few leaks from between her fingernails are enough for his collection.

"Your dad wants you to live with him for a while. How about you stay there for two months?"

(End of chapter)