Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 37 Big harvest?

"Comrade Fang, have you sold the small square table and small square stool that I consigned?"

"What a coincidence. You came just after this thing was sold."

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"Square table, square stool?"

He Xiao sounded familiar, so he turned to take a look.

Not far from him, standing in front of the counter, was a man in his twenties, talking to the salesperson.

"Oh, that piece of shit is sold. Comrade Fang, how much does one of the electroplated folding chairs in your store cost?"

"twenty."

"Twenty yuan? It's so expensive. I sold two stools and a table to get an electroplated folding chair?"

The man feels a bit toothache.

There are no big tickets in this era, so it is really inconvenient to pack more money when you go out.

"Old Feng, please be careful when placing these two small square stools on the carriage."

…

In his heart, he actually wanted to complain about a pile of tattered furniture. Why should he be afraid of bumping into it? They were all junk anyway.

"Okay, I'll move it myself, don't worry."

After finally instructing Lao Ma once, He Xiao spared no effort and wished he could pick out all the huanghuali furniture in the store. He would never have such a good opportunity in the future.

Rubbing his eyes, he felt that his eyesight was dazzled.

He touched his shorts pocket, took out the money and saw that there were only six big unity cards left in his hand.

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Gee, He Xiao feels like he's made a huge profit, and he can make back his money with just the wood.

Qin Huairu, who had just returned, was dumbfounded when she saw the broken furniture all over the yard.

"Okay, I'll buy one."

"Old Ma, I don't have enough money with me. I'll use some of it first. I'll pay you back with the foreign exchange coupons when I get home."

"Old Ma, why are all the furniture made of huanghuali, not rosewood?"

"Ah, no, who did you call aunt?"

Listening to the conversation between the two, He Xiao was a little confused.

…

"Hey, it's okay, we are all buddies."

Don't ask He Xiao how he knew this. In his last life, he went to the second-hand market and spent ten yuan to buy two old folding chairs like this. He didn't use them at all.

Two small square stools and one broken small square table were replaced with an electroplated folding chair.

"..." Ma Weidu.

After working for more than an hour, Ma Weidu picked out another twenty or thirty things.

Hey, let alone the issue of whether it is fashionable or not, the red leather chair has been used for ten years, and the layer of electroplated leather has become warped.

The salesperson counted the items and then wrote the sales invoice.

Seeing Feng Gang working hard, He Xiao was a little embarrassed. This man saw work in his eyes, and it was so comfortable to use it.

"Thank you."

But in front of He Xiao, he didn't dare to say it.

This thing is very popular nowadays, and it is a must-have folding chair for weddings.

"Well, you tell me, if you're not lucky, you really can't keep good things. It's better for me to keep these tattered furniture, so as not to cause trouble to others."

Ma Weidu cursed in his heart, but thinking about the foreign exchange coupons, he sighed and continued to pick up the broken furniture.

The salesperson added in his mind, so many broken furniture...

He Xiao sighed, feeling that he had done a good thing.

At this time, Feng Gang happened to lead people back, and he quickly greeted them.

The twenty or thirty pieces of broken furniture I picked out this time ranged from a few yuan cheap to more than a dozen expensive ones.

Opening his military green satchel, Ma Weidu took out a large stack of unity, counted it and handed it over.

"Old Feng, has all the furniture been shipped back?"

"Twenty is not expensive. A new one out there costs thirty-six, and it also requires tickets."

"They've all been moved into the courtyard. They didn't get hit at all. If they did, I watched them."

That red leather chair won't be used for long. In ten years, it will definitely be out of fashion.

The salesperson sighed inwardly. The tattered furniture that He Xiao bought had been in the store for more than ten years, which was longer than her working experience. They were sold today.

Take another look at this pair of small square stools. They have been used for four hundred years from the late Ming Dynasty to the present.

Use a 400-year-old small square stool for a newly popular electroplated folding chair...

"Who asked you to move these junk into the courtyard? Let me tell you, there is no scrap collection station in our courtyard."

He Xiao quickly handed the money to the salesperson.

He Xiao bought so many things that he couldn't write them all on one ticket. The salesperson worked for a long time and wrote seven or eight tickets before he could write everything down.

He Xiao felt a little regretful. It was not easy to command Lao Ma once, but looking at the pile of tattered furniture on the ground, he felt that it was about the same.

"In the Qing Dynasty, red sandalwood was used as a material for the palace, so it's not so easy to find it."

"Eye hurts? Hey, if I had known, I would have bought some eye drops."

"Xiao He, that's it for today. I've seen everything I can see. I can't stand it anymore. My eyes hurt from watching it."

"Comrade, I've been working here for so long, and this is the first time I've seen someone buy so much furniture."

After a while, the man happily walked out of the trust store carrying an electroplated folding chair.

He Xiao had nothing to do, so he approached Ma Weidu and asked about knowledge again.

"..." Ma Weidu.

"Um……"

Forehead……

What's going on? Could it be that someone in the courtyard has opened a scrap collection station?

Feng Gang responded, holding the small stool and heading out.

He Xiao really couldn't laugh or cry, and couldn't complain. He felt sorry for the man in his heart.

Seeing that there were still people moving into the yard, she quickly stopped the people moving the broken furniture, "Hey? Who are you?"

Looking back at the two small square stools he bought, he felt that the ones he bought belonged to that man.

"Excuse me, I'll treat you to a good meal after you finish your work."

He Xiao was also very happy. He glanced at the salesperson and said with a smile:

But this red leather chair is too gaudy. How can it be as good-looking as the small square stool made of huanghuali?

"Auntie, is there someone in your courtyard named..."

This little square stool is so elegant.

"Lao Ma, hurry up and pick more. When it's all over, let's go back together and I'll get you a foreign exchange coupon."

He Xiao was having so much fun shopping here that the courtyard exploded.

He also saw the electroplated folding chair that the man bought. It was a large red leather chair that could be folded.

Everything is for the sake of foreign exchange coupons, Ma Weidu comforted himself in his heart.

Feng Gang patted his chest and promised.

Can……

He Xiao asked for trouble and simply called the salesperson to pay for the dozen or so pieces of furniture he had just picked out.

"These are not many. I will come here often in the future."

He called the salesperson and did the math, and found that the total was two hundred and fifty-three yuan and sixty cents. Including the few relatively complete pieces of furniture, the total was less than three hundred yuan.

Ma Weidu rolled his eyes, then turned his back and refused to look at him.

Qin Huairu's face is not good-looking. She looks in the mirror every day these days, most afraid of others saying she is old.

Feng Gang was startled, and he quickly said with a smile: "Look at my mouth, eldest sister, eldest sister, is there someone named He Xiao in this courtyard? I am moving for him."

"He Xiao? What kind of monster is he doing?"

Qin Huairu frowned as she looked at the broken furniture all over the yard.

(End of chapter)