The years of red flags

Chapter 8: Taobao
Zhong Yuemin was dissatisfied with being the butt of jokes in everyone's mouths, and threatened: "You all owe it to me, why do you always talk about me?"

Zheng Tong walked behind Jiang Hua, and said in a pretentious manner: "Come on, please start your performance. Brother Hua is here. The elders and young are in order, starting with Brother Hua."

Jiang Hua raised his head and glanced at Zhong Yuemin, Zhong Yuemin immediately felt chills all over his body, maybe Jiang Hua killed a life, Zhong Yuemin felt a murderous aura.

"Brother, why are you willing to buy a chicken to stew today, that's all."

Jiang Hua lifted the lid of the pot, picked up a spoon and tasted the saltiness, it tasted good, just right for his mouth.

"Damn, I go out for a few days, and you spend a few days outside. This is the pheasant I hunted in the mountains. You are really a dog. You will know when you come home when you smell the smell. It's hard to stew a chicken, and I have to tell you I feel sorry for myself for sharing with these bastards."

"So it's a coincidence!" Zhong Yuemin stretched out his hand like taking a spoon to taste the soup.

Jiang Hua patted his hand off, and said angrily: "The staple food at home is not enough, go out and buy a few steamed buns, can chicken soup alone feed you?"

"Hey."

Zhong Yuemin stood up, squatted down again, and said embarrassingly: "Brother, running errands is no problem, that money and food stamps, please help."

"Get it in the drawer by yourself, and you will be an uncle every day."

After taking the money and tickets, Zhong Yuemin went out to buy steamed buns. Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong helped Jiang Hua wash and make the mess. When Zhong Yuemin came back, the soup was almost ready, and the four of them had a big meal.

Yuan Jun stroked his belly and said, "Meat is still delicious. For how many days, every day, there are lumps of pickled vegetables and corn bread. Today, we finally eat meat."

Four young men, a large pot of chicken soup, not even a root of the soup left, the residue and bones were all chewed up.

Yuan Jun and Zheng Tong wanted to stay overnight, but Jiang Hua drove them out of the house without hesitation. They wanted to stay overnight. Grandma didn't sleep well last night, and she had a splitting headache the next day.

When he got up early the next morning, Zhong Yuemin was gone again. He didn't know how this kid got so much energy all day long. He had nothing to do all day long, and he got up so early. It was purely because he was not hungry enough.

Jiang Hua squatted at home for a whole day yesterday, and today he was very quiet and wanted to move, ready to take a walk on the street.

It was only when I went to the street that I realized that there are really no people on the street now, and the most people are veterans. Since the school was closed, they have no restraints. focus on the object.

Jiang Hua was wearing a dark blue Chinese tunic suit. Although he was a little whitish, he straightened his back while walking, and looked like a promising young man. Therefore, the comrades at the police station only took a few glances and stopped paying attention.

There were fights and fights on the street from time to time, and the comrades from the police station rode bicycles to the scene quickly. However, this group of veterans had rich combat experience and immediately dispersed.

Jiang Hua casually strolled around, and unknowingly walked to a waste collection station.

Looking at the signboard of the waste recycling station, Jiang Hua was in a daze. He heard that there are many treasures in the waste recycling station of this era. Although he didn’t know antiques, but at this time, the price of wild vegetables was worse than that of cabbage. One of the ten things is true, and that is a steady profit without a loss.

"That kid, do you have any scraps to sell?"

Looking at an old man at the door, looking at Jiang Hua who had stood at the door for a long time, he didn't know what he was doing, so he asked.

"No, sir, I still lack some furniture or something at home. I don't have a ticket to buy a new one. I just wonder if I can buy some from you. At least it should be cheaper."

"This kid is quite good at housekeeping. It's okay. Come in and have a look. If you like it, you can sell it to you. The price is cheaper, and it's more cost-effective than buying a new one."

He took Jiang Hua into the waste recycling station and went directly to meet the leaders. At this time, the leaders of the Revolutionary Committee were the ones who had the final say. Few of these people were for the good of the country, and they were all selfish.

"I want to buy old things, no problem, just go and pick them up, and then go to the accountant to settle the bill."

The leader of the revolutionary committee was unexpectedly easy-going, and an employee brought Jiang Hua to the warehouse.

"It's all old furniture here, and there are pots and pans beside it. You can pick it yourself. Just call me when you pick it up. Then we will settle the accounts together."

After finishing speaking, this guy actually left. Isn't this putting the mouse in the rice jar?

This employee saw that Jianghua was wearing thin clothes, so he definitely couldn't hide anything, so he was relieved to let Jianghua choose alone. Who would have thought that Jianghua still had a portable space.

Jiang Hua walked into the warehouse, good guys, let's not work, this warehouse is so messy, things are scattered everywhere.

Let's not look at the furniture first, there seems to be something like a scroll of calligraphy and painting in the basket over there.

Take a look outside first, the guy is holding the half pack of cigarettes he stuffed, sitting against the wall and basking in the sun.

Jiang Hua opened a pair of scrolls, it was a painting, Chinese cabbage and grasshopper, look at the signature, Baishi Shanweng, this Jianghua really knows, Qi Baishi’s nickname, and then opened another scroll, signed Daqian Layman, this is Zhang Daqian, You know it when you hear it.

I opened several paintings in a row, a few were by Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian, and the rest were unknown, or they didn’t look as good as the paintings of Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian, so I put away the paintings of the two masters.

Jianghua had limited time, so he didn't have time to take a closer look at them, so he took out a small half of each box. It's definitely not greedy for money, we are saving cultural relics.

Skip the scrolls, there are bronze wares next to them, Jiang Hua doesn't know anything about this, he can only see a few more simple and grand ones and put them away.

There are also some porcelains, which are piled in the corner like garbage, no, what is put here is garbage, so Jiang Hua unceremoniously put away a small half of them, all of which are beautiful, including a few purple iron feet, gold wire iron If it is real, it cannot really be from the five famous kilns in the Southern Song Dynasty. If it is true, it will make a lot of money.

After doing bad things, Jiang Hua pretended to pick out old furniture. When he bought wood before, he also learned some knowledge about mahogany. He chose the material of red sandalwood, and chose a set of Eight Immortals tables, Taishi chairs, and a large wardrobe , and a set of babu beds.

"Hey, buddy, you've made your choice, let's come in and settle the score."

That guy opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Hua, and muttered: "Wait, come."

He waited for the cigarette in his hand to burn out, then stood up and patted his butt, and followed Jiang Hua into the warehouse.

Looking at the things Jiang Hua selected, he estimated and reported the number, "Let's give it one hundred and two."

Jiang Hua pretended to be distressed and said: "It's so expensive, it's all waste."

"Whether it's a waste product or not, do you count it in your heart? Such a big bed, second-hand goods are worth a lot of money. For you, this price is enough."

(End of this chapter)