Tao Zhongxiao: "No, his ancestors had good taste. Many people were eager to buy the things he had published before. Originally, we thought that calligraphy and paintings would not take up space, but this guy didn't know how to preserve them and even damaged a few of them, so we wanted to sell them."
Wang Shuning looked at the seller and said, "I think he is poor."
"That's fine, let's lower the price a bit."
Tao Zhongxiao: "I knew that was what you were planning."
In the end, Wang Shuning took the fifteen ancient paintings with him, which cost a total of three hundred yuan.
After going out, Wang Shuning glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost three o'clock, so he said to Tao Zhongxiao, "That's it for today. I'll call you in two days when I'm free."
Tao Zhongxiao nodded and asked, "You are no longer in the grain and fruit business. Did you bring any goods to Beijing this time?"
It’s okay to take a commission from antiques, but it’s not as good as making a profit from the difference by selling the goods directly.
Wang Shuning thought about the four batches of things he had collected in the space, which were far less than last time. "I'll get you a batch in two days. The quantity will definitely not be as much as before."
Tao Zhongxiao: "It's okay, just think of me first."
Wang Shuning tied the basket to the back seat of the bicycle and disappeared in a flash.
I stopped in an empty corner and moved the bamboo basket into the space. When I was almost home, I put the bicycle away, then ran to the river to wash my face before going home.
At this time, Song's mother and others had not yet finished get off work, so Wang Shuning changed her clothes and restored everything to normal.
Wang Shuning grabbed a big live fish from the space. Considering that Zhang Xiuzhen was pregnant and couldn't stand the strong smell of fish, he sliced the fish and made spicy boiled fish.
Add two vegetarian dishes and a tomato and egg soup and dinner is ready.
When Song Guiying and her friends arrived home, the rice in the stove had already started to emit a fragrant aroma.
Zhang Xiuzhen particularly likes to eat the bean sprouts and bean curd skin in boiled fish. She would eat most of them directly from the bottom of the bowl.
Fortunately, Wang Shuning’s dish was slightly spicy, otherwise Song’s mother, who had glanced at Zhang Xiuzhen several times, might have reminded her.
After finishing the rice in the bowl, Wang Shuning went directly to the kitchen to cut half of the rice crust at the bottom of the pot into pieces. The biggest advantage of cooking on an earthen stove is that as long as the heat is well controlled, there will be a layer of fragrant burnt rice crust at the bottom of the pot, and the vegetables in the middle will be particularly crispy when bitten. If you add boiling water, the aroma of the rice will be thoroughly stimulated, and it will taste good no matter how you cook it.
Thinking that there was still no news from the matchmakers, Song Guiying said to her youngest daughter, "Go out more often when you are at home. Don't stay at home all the time. Many neighbors came to help when they thought something happened to you. You should walk around the compound more and say hello to them more often."
Wang Shuning blinked, suddenly a little curious, "Mom, where is the grave you made for me?"
The four of them were stunned.
Wang Jianguo said, "You are still alive, so how can there be a grave? Before your mother and I went to Jinshan Island, we had already asked your brother to dig the grave. Now it is just a flat land with weeds half a meter high."
Wang Jianjun nodded and said, "I burned everything in the coffin, including the coffin, in front of our ancestors. I hope they will bless you."
Wang Shuning said regretfully: "What a pity. I still want to visit my own grave."
Song Guiying glared: "What's so good about it? It's so unlucky."
Wang Shuning turned around and asked Wang Jianguo, "Dad, when do we leave tomorrow?"
Wang Jianguo replied: "Let's go in the morning. Dad will take you there by bicycle."
"Dad, isn't there a bus that goes directly to Mojing Mountain? It would take a long time to ride a bike that far." There was only one bicycle at home, and it would go even slower if she was on it.
Wang Jianguo explained: "It takes a long time to walk after getting off the bus, so it's more convenient to ride a bike."
Wang Shuning looked at the old bicycle parked in the yard. Since he had money and a bicycle ticket, he might as well buy another one.
My eldest brother and his wife are at home, and sometimes one bicycle is not enough.
The next day after breakfast, everyone else went to work, and Wang Jianguo rode his bike with his little daughter out.
The factory operates on a shift system. Except for the eldest sister-in-law Zhang Xiuzhen, who has a fixed rest time every Saturday, the rest of the family of four have irregular rest times.
"Dad, let's go to the state-owned store and buy some things before we go."
Wang Jianguo stared ahead without stopping his steps, "What is it? I'll buy it when I come back. It's inconvenient to carry things in my hands."
Mainly adding weight.
"What if the store is closed when we get back? It's right in front of us anyway, Dad, please stop for a while."
Worried that Wang Jianguo would not agree, Wang Shuning did not explain that he was going to buy a bicycle.
After arriving at the state-owned shopping mall, Wang Shuning jumped off the back seat and dragged Wang Jianguo to the innermost area where bicycles were parked.
There was a row of brand new 28-bar bicycles placed there, all looking similar.
Wang Shuning pointed to the one on the outside and said to the salesperson, "Hello, I want this one."
Seeing his little daughter taking money out of her purse, Wang Jianguo realized that she wanted to buy a bicycle. He quickly pulled her aside and said, "One bicycle is enough for us at home. You don't need to buy one."
Wang Shuning insisted: "One car is not enough for our family. Give your old car to your elder brother and I will buy you a new one."
Wang Jianguo was a little tempted to hear that he could ride a new bike, but the bike was really expensive. "Forget it. I'll save the bike ticket for when you get married."
Wang Shuning: "Dad, Mojing Mountain is so far away, it would be tiring for you to ride a bike with me. Anyway, we are short of one at home, so I just bought one today."
Then she bypassed Wang Jianguo and handed the ticket and money directly to the salesperson.
Wang Jianguo was a little worried when he saw this. "If your mother finds out, she will definitely tell you. You didn't even discuss such a big thing with her."
Wang Shuning pushed the new car out and said, "Dad, you have to spend the money you earn. You can only get some interest if you put it in the bank. Besides, my sister-in-law is pregnant now. My brother rides his bicycle to take her to work every day, but you and mom can only walk. It's time to buy a new one."
Wang Jianguo thought the bicycle was too expensive, so how could he let his little daughter buy one for him? "When you get married, give the bicycle as a dowry, so that you can have face in your husband's family."
Wang Shuning blinked and said, “I don’t know when I will get married.”
Wang Jianguo rode his bike in front, and Wang Shuning followed behind.
The speed was much faster than when I just took her.
An hour later, we could finally see the peak of Mojing Mountain in the distance.
Although the sun was shining brightly, the top of the mountain was still hidden in a thick fog.
Wang Shuning thought they were almost there, but Wang Jianguo took her into the mountains.
The narrow mountain road was lined with tall green bamboo forests on both sides, and the sounds of insects and birds could be heard from time to time. The temperature in the mountains was much lower, and Wang Shuning felt a little cold in his short-sleeved shirt due to the wind.
Wang Jianguo suddenly stepped on the brakes and stopped the car. He turned around and shouted to his little daughter, "There are several small bridges ahead. They are very narrow. Stop and push the car across."
"Okay." Wang Shuning pushed his bicycle and followed behind Wang Jianguo.
When we arrived at the first place, it would be an exaggeration to call it a bridge. It was just a ditch, about one and a half meters wide, with a narrow wooden stick in the middle. It was easy to get the tire stuck in the gap when riding a bike across.
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