The old man came back a little while later.
The leaders of the purchasing station had absolutely no awareness of cultural relic protection. They thought it was good to sell these things and save them space, so they might as well demolish them.
The bed, which originally cost 40 yuan, is now priced at 25 yuan, and the wood that was taken apart is priced at 50 cents.
The old man thought that pricing these scrap woods at 50 cents was too expensive.
Coal costs only five cents a pound, and ten pounds of coal burns better than this wood.
In other words, the price of this bed has increased from forty yuan to twenty-two yuan and fifty cents.
Ji Laosan pointed out the things he had chosen to the old man, pointing out that they all had problems and couldn't be used directly when they got home.
Later, the old man decided to include the three chairs as an extra item, without charging them a price.
He needs to report the damage to the three chairs to his supervisor.
Wei Aiguo believed it was the effect of that pack of cigarettes.
The bed is 25.5 yuan, the chaise lounge is almost in perfect condition and is 35 yuan, and the armchairs and folding chairs are charged separately for seven pieces, all at five yuan each. The total is 95.5 yuan.
Wei Aiguo was out of cigarettes, so he gave the old man five jin of national grain coupons. Making him wait a little while wouldn't be a problem. The old man issued the coupons, and Wei Aiguo went to pay, the old man following him enthusiastically.
Over the past few days, Wei Aiguo has been observing the things his wife has collected, and with his own wanderings around, he has gradually come to understand some of the tricks of the trade.
He looked at the thing the female cashier was sitting on and asked, "Brother Ji, what's this thing called?"
This thing is quite beautiful, not to mention its antique charm; an ordinary carpenter definitely couldn't make it. Wei Aiguo discovered an ironclad rule: as long as something is crafted with superb skill or is difficult to make, you should just buy it.
"This is called an embroidered stool!" Old Ji stared at it for a long time; he hadn't seen it before!
Wei Aiguo had a better idea of what was going on. "Grandpa, do you still have any of these? I'd like to buy a few to take home."
The old man, already delighted with a pack of cigarettes and five jin of grain coupons, naturally agreed. "Yes, there are five more, making a total of six."
Everyone thought this thing was convenient to sit on, so it was kept separately. Then they took one out and used it.
I'll go find it for you.
The woman collecting the money was unhappy. She was sitting there perfectly fine. Now that she's been sold off, what am I supposed to do with my seat?
Wei Aiguo wasn't entirely oblivious; he went to get the embroidered stool and chatted with the old man, saying, "They're sitting there, it's not good to take it away. Do you have any other nice chairs? I'll move some over."
The old man chuckled, so focused on pleasing Wei Aiguo that he'd forgotten all about the chair. There definitely was one; after finding it, Wei Aiguo cleaned it and moved it over.
Wei Aiguo not only brought over a clean chair, but also slipped in two jin of national grain coupons.
The woman collecting the money looked relieved. She stood up and offered her the embroidered stool.
If she doesn't stand up while sitting, she won't be able to buy this embroidered stool.
Six embroidered stools. When Ji Laosan saw Wei Aiguo's heartache, he added another thirty yuan.
Old Ji, being a native of Beijing, knew every place like the back of his hand! They visited several more purchasing stations, where there was a lot of wooden furniture. In between, they even bought some steamed buns from a state-run restaurant for a light meal.
Wei Aiguo not only bought two more armchairs, but also an eight-immortal table for the main room, and a wooden bookcase. He also bought a considerable amount of old timber. He had many other items he liked, as he thought the timber was quite good based on Ji Laosan's opinion, but he didn't buy them.
Wei Aiguo said that no matter how good the product is, it's useless if you don't have enough money in your pocket.
Wei Aiguo didn't run out of money, but he didn't flaunt his wealth and couldn't afford to spend so much in a single day.
Let alone the possibility of being targeted, even Ji Laosan wouldn't feel at ease. The truth that money can be a powerful motivator is always true.
If you spend little time at home and aren't careful, aren't you just bringing trouble upon your family?
He can buy it again when he and his wife go out for a stroll later, and then his wife can put it away.
If any item is sold during this period, then it's simply not meant for you.
Looking at the cheap used timber, Ji Laosan said it was much cheaper than buying new timber. The timber was in good condition, and the finished products would be no worse than those made from new timber.
I checked the time; I couldn't shop any longer.
Ji Laosan still needs to find someone to bring the things back!
Wei Aiguo hurriedly went to pick up his wife, and then went to the purchasing station. He had to keep an eye on his own things!
When he got there, he realized he was superfluous. Old Ji was even more careful than he was, afraid they would chip off another piece of paint.
He really likes these things.
When Wei Aiguo returned, he told Song Yan everything, which made Song Yan very curious, and he insisted on going to see it the next morning.
My wife's small wish must be fulfilled.
We've gotten used to seeing each other every day these days, and if we were to separate again, we'd both feel a little reluctant.
Wei Aiguo then talked about happy things, saying that once the house was cleaned up, they would go back and bring their mother and children over.
Whenever Song Yan thought of his daughter, his heart ached terribly, and he felt like crying. Song Yan usually avoided mentioning her, deliberately avoiding the topic.
Wei Aiguo felt that his words were really useless; he wanted to coax his wife, but instead he made her cry again.
He discovered that he was best at physical labor.
Song Yan was pregnant, and he dared not be presumptuous at all, being incredibly gentle. Moreover, he dared not have any more after just one time…
The next morning, I accompanied my wife to the courtyard house to look at furniture.
Song Yan also liked those six embroidered stools.
Ji Laosan said it was made of sandalwood.
Most of the other furniture is made of huanghuali wood.
These items weren't well preserved in the warehouse; they look dusty and worn, and they've been damaged during handling or dropped. Not only are there many broken parts, but their beauty is completely lost.
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