Siheyuan: the beginning is a sick child

This porcelain vase is actually from the Ming Dynasty, and it was produced by an official kiln. After it is placed, it cannot be said to be a priceless treasure. It should be no problem to change houses.

Lin Mancang didn't expect that he could immediately identify the age and provenance of this porcelain vase, and he was overjoyed.

With this skill, are you still afraid of being cheated?
Guaranteed to receive things, are the best ah.

"Director Lin, can I exchange ten big white steamed buns?" the old lady asked worriedly.

He was afraid that Lin Mancang would not accept it.

"Yes, I'll give you five catties of meat, plus ten big white steamed buns." Lin Mancang put away his things, and Jianshe immediately gave the five catties of meat and ten big white steamed buns to the old lady.

"Oh! That's great, I have meat today, old man, come on, we'll go home and have meat stew. I haven't had meat for years."

The old lady shouted happily, holding those things in her little feet, she ran so fast that she could compare with Jia Zhang's.

"Look at this pair of Taishi chairs in my house." A middle-aged man came over pulling a pair of Taishi chairs.

The top is also black, full of sweat and mud, which is disgusting to look at.

Lin Mancang was wearing gloves, and lifted it up to look below.

Ok?
this texture?
I rely on!

No, it turned out to be from huanghuali.

It was dirty, but not damaged in any way.

This is a big deal.

In the future, it will definitely not be a problem of one or two houses.

"It's okay." Although he could see that it belonged to Huanghuali, Lin Mancang didn't show much excitement.

"How much food can I exchange for?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Ten catties of meat, thirty big white steamed buns." Lin Mancang said, and put away the pair of chairs.

Zhang Jianshe immediately gave the meat and big white steamed buns to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was shocked that he could exchange so much food.

"Mother, children, let's go home and eat stewed meat." The middle-aged man shouted happily, carrying the meat and steamed buns.

In the morning, Lin Mancang collected almost a truckload of old things in the nearby village.

I am worried that there is no furniture in the newly built house, and now basically all of them are alive.

There are not only all kinds of furniture, but the key point is that they are all good things that have absolute collection value in the future and can be sold for a large price.

Even if you don't sell them, you can definitely make a lot of money just by opening a museum and selling tickets.

Today is considered a big profit.

At noon, seeing that no one came to deliver the old things, Lin Mancang packed up his things and planned to go back with Jianshe.

At this moment, Niu Bao trotted over.

"Director Lin."

"Major Niu, do you have anything else to do?" Lin Mancang asked Niu Bao.

This guy actually sent a Qianlong imperial decree today, which was still very well preserved. Lin Mancang gave him twenty catties of meat directly, and he couldn't be happier.

"Yes, there is a man named Zhang Laolan in our village. This old man has an Arhat bed in his home. I don't know how many generations it has been passed down. Now he is sleeping with his wife. A young man has taken a fancy to this Arhat bed. It is no longer there. I know how many times I have been here, but this old man also knows that this arhat bed is a good thing and has never been sold, are you interested?"

Niu Bao felt that Lin Mancang gave him enough face today, even gave him twenty catties of meat, so he was very grateful to Lin Mancang.

After all, if Qianlong's imperial decree was found out by those people, it might be given some name, and even the village head would not be able to win, and the things would have to be burned.

Now that I can exchange [-] catties of pork at once, it's a huge profit.

"Arhat bed?"

"Yes, that bed is old and complicated. It is carved with dragons and phoenixes. It is very strong. After many years, it doesn't shake at all when you sleep on it." Niu Bao said.

Um?How does this old cow know not to shake when he sleeps?

Something?

"Is Mr. Zhang not selling?" Lin Mancang asked.

"If you don't sell it, he's not afraid to search it for him. After all, although this bed is an old thing, it's a pity that people use it for sleeping. You can't let them sleep, right?" Niu Bao said.

"How much did that young man pay him?" Lin Mancang asked curiously.

"I heard that I gave him five hundred yuan, but he didn't sell it." Niu Bao said, "Five hundred yuan, damn Zhang Laolan, who is crazy about money. In the countryside, he can't earn five hundred yuan in ten years. , how much meat and steamed buns do you have to buy?"

"Major Niu, take me to have a look. If you can accept it, I'll give you another twenty steamed buns." Lin Mancang said.

"Okay, okay, okay." Niu Bao happily led the way ahead.

At noon, Zhang Laoji and his wife were eating.

Both of them ate dried sweet potatoes.

With this thing, it doesn't matter if you are full this year, as long as you can eat half full, it would be good.

Zhang Laolan's wife is called Cuihua.

Cuihua muttered while eating dried sweet potatoes: "If you don't sell it for 500 yuan, have you been kicked by a donkey or caught in the door?"

"Women know what a fart. That kid has taken a fancy to our bed. If he stays with him for a while, he will definitely be able to pay an extra 50 yuan." Zhang Lao gave his wife a blank look and said.

"Hmph, why did he leave today? I think he is angry and doesn't plan to accept you anymore. Just wait for the one who bids [-]." Cuihua was furious.

Isn't it heartless to not sell it after five hundred?

"Don't worry, he did it on purpose to make us anxious. In fact, he was even more anxious. Humph, he's trying to compete with me. He's still young." Old Zhang said disdainfully.

"Hmph! Just your little heart, there's a use for it. If you have a lot of heart, how come you still can't eat or drink?"

"Shut up, don't sleep on the bed today." Old Zhang was angry.

In fact, he was also afraid that the young man would really leave and never come back again.

"What's the matter with me? Have you enjoyed a day with you? Today, a collector of old things came to the village, and many people sent home things. The old bachelor gave me five catties of meat and ten pieces of money." As for Dabai Mantou, I asked you to ask, but you didn’t go, and said that the smell of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, deep ass, you think this bed is a treasure, and people may not like it.” The more Cuihua said, the more annoyed she became.

Now I don’t know how many families in this village are eating stewed meat, and the smell is wafting into their noses.

So delicious.

"You can't take the initiative to ask. If you take the initiative to ask, you won't be able to sell at a high price." Zhang Laolan said.

"Being with you is really bad luck for eight lifetimes. Look, no one wants it anymore. You sleep on this broken bed every day. I'll see if you're hungry. I'll see if you can eat meat." Cuihua Angrily, he took the bowl and went to the yard.

When I saw this old guy, I got angry, and I simply didn't see it.

"Old Zhang, where are you going to eat?"

At this moment, Niu Bao, the village chief, came in, followed by a young man.

This young man, dressed in a Chinese tunic suit and shiny leather shoes, looked like a big shot, a leader.

"Village Chief, you...is something wrong?" Cuihua was taken aback, didn't she want to take the bed away again?

If there is really some reason, the bed will not be kept, and there will be no money.

This damn old Zhang is so pissed off, he sold it a long time ago, and now he eats stewed meat every day.

"There is something wrong. Director Lin is collecting old things in the east of the village today. Doesn't your house have an arhat bed? I'll take him to have a look." Niu Bao said.

When Cuihua heard this, she felt relieved.

At the same time, I was overjoyed, that one is gone, this one is here, it seems that this bed is really a good thing.

Moreover, this see-through and dressing up is much better than the one surnamed Han, maybe the price can be higher.

"Who is it?" Zhang Laolan shouted from the room.

"Old man, it's me." Niu Bao said as he led Lin Mancang into the house.