Siheyuan: Don't mess with me, I just want to be a free fish

Chapter 13
"Little comrade, you have come to the wrong place. There are only old furniture here." After looking around, the little old man said lightly.

"I just want to buy old furniture, preferably a rosewood bed." Li Weidong set out the horses and horses and went straight to the point.

"A rosewood bed?"

The little old man looked strange.

"Who did you hear that there is a rosewood bed here? Do you think everyone is a fool and can't tell good from bad?"

"No?" Li Weidong was a little disappointed.

"Of course not. Not to mention the bed made of rosewood, even old wood beds are not available, but there are two beds made of sycamore wood, which are estimated to be thirty or fifty years old. Do you want it?" the little old man asked with a smile.

"But I heard that there are antique furniture here." Li Weidong said again.

"Did you miss it? Comrade, to tell you the truth, a few years ago, there might be something you said, but now, it must be gone, and the old furniture here is at most from the period of the Republic of China. .” The little old man explained.

There is no doubt that Li Weidong was deceived by the story again.

In his previous life, he heard some anecdotes from a friend who likes antiques. He said that the Friendship Store in Beijing in the 80s and [-]s specialized in selling antiques, and they were all authentic.

Today, the Friendship Store is not open.

So Li Weidong instinctively felt that there should be department stores for the same shops.

Unexpectedly, it was a joke.

Since he didn't have the rosewood furniture he wanted, Li Weidong naturally didn't like the so-called sycamore wooden bed. If he stomped his feet hard, it might collapse.

But just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly remembered the other party's subtle expression and determined expression just now, and his heart moved.

Moreover, the other party just said that there were a few years ago.

So where did it go now?

"Mr., please show me the way." Li Weidong said.

"No, I can't bear the title of Mr., as for connections, I am a person who is about to step into the coffin with half a foot, what connections can I have?"

The little old man shook his head like a rattle.

"Old man, are you short of food?" Li Weidong directly resorted to his trump card.

In fact, there is no shortage of food this year.

"What? Do you have food? I am so old, and my teeth are not good." The little old man also restrained his smile a little.

"I can get pumpkins and wheat." Li Weidong said.

He may feel distressed if he spends money to buy it, but he doesn't feel much when he trades it for food, and he even feels that he has earned it.

Even knowing that food is more useful than money, this concept cannot be changed.

Now, the little old man's expression was completely serious.

He looked at Li Weidong again.

Just looking at Li Weidong's appearance, skin, and clothes, he is obviously not the kind of rich and noble family who has not suffered.

On the contrary, Li Weidong's skin was somewhat rough at this time.

This was because the original owner had been in the countryside all year round, exposed to the wind and the sun, and was incomparable to a boy like Li Weimin.

"Old man, to tell you the truth, I just arrived in the city not long ago. I used to grow the pumpkins myself, and kept some more secretly. The wheat was not handed in, so it hasn't been ground into flour yet."

Li Weidong has a frank appearance, as simple and honest as he wants.

"Pumpkin, it's easy to get angry if you eat too much of it, a few are enough, but how much wheat can you get?"

The little old man approached slightly, obviously excited.

With his background, it is not difficult to process wheat into flour.

"how much do you need?"

Speaking of this, Li Weidong is not in vain.

Even if we don't have wheat seeds yet, there will be sooner or later.

It's nothing more than a verbal advance.

It's not too late to plant seeds after two days.

The little old man didn't answer immediately, but pondered for a moment, before he said: "I can get you a rosewood bed, but you also know that things like this can be used as family heirlooms, and you can't just use money to buy them." to measure."

Although the little old man said that it cannot be measured by money, but what he said was clearly raising the price.

"Old man, I got that bed for sleeping. Don't give me all these weird things. As for the age, the closer the better." Li Weidong also expressed his thoughts.

"For sleeping?"

Now, it was the little old man's turn to be dumbfounded.

"You made the rosewood bed for sleeping?"

The way he looked at Li Weidong was clearly like looking at a fool.

With money and food, what kind of furniture can't be obtained?

Isn't that kind of spring bed popular in high society?

Lying on it is soft, more comfortable than any number of mattresses.

"Of course, the doctor said that I have a bad waist. It is best to sleep on a hardwood bed, and the fragrance of rosewood can also help sleep." Li Weidong said.

Now, the little old man's expression became more and more strange.

"I don't know if the scent of rosewood can help you sleep. What I can tell you is that those antique furniture have a history of at least a hundred years, and the scent has almost dissipated."

If he didn't have a little conscience, he would have already started fooling around with the big guy who came to his door.

"Well, I remember a friend who seems to have a bed that was just made more than 20 years ago, and he hasn't slept on anyone yet. I'll see if I can explain it to him."

After all, the little old man couldn't resist the temptation of food.

He is so old, what is the reason for not hiding at home to entertain his grandchildren?
Isn't there an extra three to five catties of grain every month?
"Okay, then I'll trouble you. In addition to the rosewood bed, I also need a recliner, which is strong and good-looking. It doesn't matter if it's an antique or not." Li Weidong said again.

"Then jujube wood, it's easy."

This time, the little old man nodded without hesitation.

"Okay, then when and where do we trade? How much wheat do we need?" Li Weidong asked.

"My friend lives a little far away. I'll take time to go there tomorrow. It takes at least three or five days to talk back and forth. As for the price, I can't decide without my friend. In this way, if you come back in five days, I will give you an answer." Sure." The little old man thought for a while and said.

"no problem."

Li Weidong is also very refreshing.

There are five days, just to ripen the wheat.

It's nothing more than a squeeze with my younger brother these few days.

The two agreed, and Li Weidong left contentedly.

It's just that when the two elder sisters passed by the door, the other party looked at him with a strange expression, which made people puzzled.

But the little old man stopped singing when he saw that Li Weidong disappeared, and went straight to pack his things and go home to meet his so-called 'friend'.

Siheyuan alley entrance.

Putting his hands together, Liu Guangtian leaned against the corner of the wall, keeping his eyes on the location of the opposite bus station from time to time.

Since Li Weimin looked for him in the morning, he has been squatting.

Unexpectedly, Li Weidong showed up soon, but there was someone beside him, Li Weimin's daughter-in-law, and she had to be called sister-in-law.

And the two got on the bus chatting and laughing, which made him numb.

You can't keep up, can you?
So he thought about it and decided to squat.

Anyway, it is impossible for the two of them not to come back.

At the same time, he was also muttering in his heart, Brother Min and the other party are brothers after all, so why can't they be incompatible?

Could it be that the roots are here?
(End of this chapter)