However, these old, good things shouldn't be treated as rotten and thrown away all at once.
Zhuang's father opened the doors to the east and west wing rooms and let everyone move the old furniture into the house.
He went back and got a rag, then started wiping the furniture in the yard.
"Hey? Old man, aren't you going to stop Fangfang? Why are you wiping her down?"
As more and more junk was brought in, Zhuang's mother became anxious.
Why should I stop you?
"Stop worrying about it. It's their money they earned. They can buy whatever they want. What's it to you?"
Zhuang's father looked up and glared at her.
"Can……"
Zhuang's mother was speechless after being rebuked.
She suddenly realized that in the two years she had been away from home, the old man's mouth had become much more venomous.
"Pah, I don't care anymore, just watch your daughter-in-law cause trouble."
"I'll be thankful if you don't cause trouble."
Without even looking up, Zhuangzi's father retorted again.
...
In the trust shop, Lu Fangfang and Zhuang Mingcheng had almost finished picking out their items.
This was a huge shopping spree; she bought all sorts of used furniture, spending over a thousand yuan in total—her entire year's salary.
Seeing that there weren't many good pieces of furniture left in the store, the two waved goodbye.
"Comrade, consider this stool a gift from our store."
The store manager also came out at this time.
With the Chinese New Year approaching, he was quite pleased to have sold so many items at once.
Lu Fangfang was quite happy to see that the small stool was also made of rosewood.
This little stool, if sold in twenty or thirty years, could fetch at least tens of thousands of yuan, ensuring her and her husband's livelihood after retirement.
Seeing that the furniture she had bought had been carried away by the movers, she called Zhuang Mingcheng to go home.
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