Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 36 Gaining Insights

"Old Ma, are you talking nonsense? A dime per pound? Even firewood is not that cheap."

He Xiao was a little confused and couldn't help but retort.

"Hey, a few years ago, I really used this rosewood to burn as firewood. This wood is strong and it is best not to burn it when it is used to make steel."

Seeing that he was so surprised, Ma Weitu smiled and said something else, but it was a pity to say this.

The wood of huanghuali is strong and not easy to crack or deform. It is a waste of natural resources to use it for fire.

In his home, there is a long huanghuali table from the early Qing Dynasty, more than four meters long. From the stilts at one end to the other, it is very flat and has not deformed at all.

After four hundred years, it has not deformed at all. Just say how good the wood is.

"This rosewood material is really good, but it's not too expensive. I'm not lying to you."

"One cent per catty sounds a bit exaggerated, but I told you that our Tong Ren Tang in the capital collects huanghuali for medicine, and I heard it's only a few cents per catty."

He Xiao was extremely surprised, but when Lao Ma told him, he looked at the pair of small square stools, which looked a bit like the wooden bed at home.

Ma Weidu sighed, his heart aching so much.

"Brother He Xiao, are all these furnitures?"

Including himself, there were five people in total. They carried the wooden furniture and moved out.

"Old Ma, what do you mean by this pair of small square stools?"

Not to mention these furniture, they are all old items, the latest ones are several decades old.

After a while, He Xiao was a little confused when he saw Ma Weidu pushing a pair of complete small square stools to the corner.

It hurts, my heart hurts so much.

"Huh? Lao Ma, aren't those pair of small square stools from Huanghuali? Look at that grimace. Is it the same as the one you introduced?"

He Xiao didn't care, he walked up to Ma Weidu and looked at it carefully.

He Xiao listened carefully.

“The furniture of the Qing Dynasty placed great emphasis on decoration and splendor.”

He Xiao turned around and glanced at the furniture on the floor. He saw a large table with missing legs, priced at eight yuan, which wasn't too much of a loss based on the weight.

Except for these few complete pieces of furniture, the rest were all missing arms and legs. He Xiao felt a toothache from looking at them.

Ma Weidu's face didn't turn red, and his heart didn't beat. He stretched out his hand and pulled back the pair of small square stools.

Yes, this knowledge is really not that simple.

"Oh, from the late Ming Dynasty?"

"Lao Ma, this screen must be from the Qing Dynasty, right?"

With just two sentences, He Xiao suddenly felt that he understood.

What a pity, what a pity.

"laugh……"

As a layman, he can't just rely on blind collecting. If he can learn a little bit, he might be able to become a collector in the future.

The more he talked about it, the more excited he became, and in the end He Xiao no longer needed to ask, so he took the initiative to introduce her.

If it weren't for Lao Ma's actions, he really wouldn't have noticed it.

Hearing He Xiao's words, Ma Weidu rolled his eyes.

He Xiao felt a little heartbroken. This happened five years ago, and good things must have been everywhere.

"Ming Dynasty furniture emphasized structure and little decoration."

"Ah? Ahem."

He Xiao grabbed the small square stool, quickly called the salesperson, took out the money and paid the bill. He couldn't let others intercept him.

Feng Gang looked back at the two people he called, with a wry smile on his face, "Okay, I'll call a few more people."

"All the trust stores in this capital city, as long as they have complete rosewood and rosewood furniture, have been selected by others. Xiao He, you are late."

"Emphasis on structure, emphasis on decoration..."

He Xiao looked at him with contempt.

He Xiao: "..."

He Xiao shook his head and stopped guessing. He walked to Ma Weidu and looked at it carefully again.

I looked back at the half of the wooden screen. The carvings on the front were orchids, and the carvings on the back were the word "Fu". There were vases and bookcases on the upper half, and auspicious animals were carved on the bottom half.

After saying this, Ma stopped talking. It was really strange. He had only been here last week, so why didn't he see it then?

"..." He Xiao.

"Okay, I'll just collect the rags. Forget it, you can quickly pick them out for me. I want the rags too."

If you can encounter it, you can't miss it.

Well, he almost missed a pair of good things, and he was still looking at it under his nose. This old horse is really not a good thing.

Feng Gang led two three-wheelers. As soon as he entered the store, he was a little confused when he saw that there were twice as many broken furniture on the ground.

This pair of small square stools has a gray appearance, and there are no carvings on them. It is just a simple small square stool, placed there, and it looks very inconspicuous.

"Ahem, Xiao He, I'm short of a pair of stools at home, do you think you can give them to me?"

Ma Weidu lost his previous good mood, said a few words casually, and then stopped.

But don't look down on these rags. In twenty years... no, not in twenty years. In ten years, this pile of rags will still be a very good thing.

The main thing is the style. At first glance, it looks very simple. But if you look closely, you can see that there is a bit of grandeur in the simplicity.

Ma Weidu didn't hide it, and started talking about Huanghuali knowledge.

When he met someone who couldn't understand, he would ask Lao Ma.

But looking at these broken pieces of furniture with missing arms and legs, He Xiao suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"From the Republic of China."

How many cents...

This old horse is not an honest man, so it would be better to watch him more carefully.

After saying that, Ma Weidu felt very happy, he also had a part in this.

With a complete pair of small square stools, Ma Weidu picked out two more bookshelves from the Republic of China and a two-drawer flat-top desk from the late Qing Dynasty.

"well……"

Only when the things belonged to him did he look at them carefully.

He has a lot of huanghuali furniture at home, many of which were picked up from trust stores.

"Old Ma, don't keep picking out shabby furniture for me. Pick out more good ones for me."

"Lao Ma, what is the difference between the furniture of the Ming Dynasty and that of the Qing Dynasty?"

There was a lot of commotion here, and other people in the store were watching the excitement curiously.

"Don't think about it, Lao Ma, you are the one I asked to help me pick out things today, so don't do anything to hurt my brother's loyalty."

After a while, Feng Gang led two more people in.

…

"Look at this style, it looks like something from the late Ming Dynasty..."

How come this is so much more in just a short time?

Is it really time to collect rags?

"Yes, they are all. Lao Feng, please keep an eye on me. I'll take these broken legs with me as well. I'll use them when I go back to carve beads."

"Okay, can it be your turn? Just like Princess, people have already started collecting this stuff and dumping it in Xiangjiang."

It's such a pity that so much good furniture has ended up like this.

It seems that people of this era don't value it, so any broken ancient furniture takes up space at home.

What is popular now are sofas, coffee tables, and bedside tables.

When you get married, if you have a few electroplated folding chairs, it will be a luxury. Who cares about the shabby ancient furniture?

(End of chapter)