I messed up the Siheyuan

Wang Ping first went to the Finance Department to collect ten dollars!

Then, he went to the esophageal department of the logistics department and exchanged ten yuan for fifty kilograms of corn flour.

Then, he did not go directly to the countryside, but went straight back home carrying the corn flour.

Yan Fugui is going to change the door for him today, so the house must be kept under watch.

That's the good thing about their buyers.

Time freedom.

If you slack off occasionally and do your own things, the factory will neither care nor be able to do anything about it.

After returning, he first went to ask Yan Fugui's house opposite.

As a result, the third aunt said: Yan Fugui took his three sons out to buy a door early in the morning.

Well, then wait!

After sitting in the room for a while, Wang Ping couldn't sit still any longer, so he simply moved a stool and sat at the door.

At this time, the men in the compound have gone to work and the children have gone to school...

It's empty, quiet and leisurely.

It was not until almost noon that Wang Ping faintly heard voices coming from outside the gate.

"Slow down! Slow down!..."

"Hey, hey!... We're finally here..."

"Jie Cheng, Jie Fang...you two keep up the good work at the back. Jie Kuang and I are in the front and are about to go up the stairs."

"Dad, don't worry... Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!... Jiefang and I are following behind!..."

......

Yan Fugui and his son Yan Jiekuang, each carrying a corner of a door, walked in from the gate sweating and panting.

Soon, the brothers Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang, with red faces and thick necks, walked in carrying the other two corners of the gate.

After coming in, seeing Wang Ping sitting there, Yan Fugui immediately greeted him with a happy face: "Ping... Pingzi, you... you are here!"

"That's great!"

"Since you are here, we will install the door for you directly."

Wang Ping said nothing.

He just looked at the four masters of the Yan family with some surprise.

this...

Yan Fugui is too thrifty!

He was reluctant to hire a cart for such a heavy door!

By the way, how did the four of them carry it back after such a long distance?

After the four people from the Yan family lifted the door in, they put it down immediately.

Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang, gasping for breath, collapsed on the ground with their arms and legs spread out.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!..."

"It's so hot, so hot... I'm so tired, so tired..."

"Oh my god!...My arms are numb!"

“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!…”

Yan Fugui still maintained his image and just leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

After a while, when he had caught his breath a little, he started shouting towards his home again.

"Old woman! Old woman!..."

After shouting for a while, a weak response came from the house.

"well!..."

Then, the third aunt ran out of the house, sleepy-eyed and a little panicked.

"Ah! Boss, you...you are back..."

"Me?... I was dazed for a while and didn't hear anything..."

Yan Fugui waved his hand and said weakly: "Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up...go get us some water!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!..." The third aunt agreed repeatedly: "I'll go right away... I've even prepared the water!"

After a lot of trouble, the four members of the Yan family, father and sons, each drank a large teacup of boiled water before they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

At this time, Wang Ping also came over with a smile.

He first squatted down and knocked gently on the door on the ground, frowning slightly.

"Uncle, this door of yours isn't new, is it?"

These words made Yan Fugui's face slightly red, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

He took his three sons to the woodworking factory in Xicheng.

As a result, the cheapest new door there cost six dollars.

He really couldn't bear to spend the money.

At this time, a veteran craftsman from the woodworking factory noticed his hesitation and took the initiative to approach him and strike up a conversation.

The old master said: There is a door in their house. Although it is not new, there is no sign of bumps on it.

The most important thing is that the door is made of golden nanmu.

In the early years, this door alone would be worth at least dozens of dollars.

But nowadays, no one cares about this thing anymore, so it is naturally worthless.

Not only is it worthless, there is no one who wants it.

The old master told Yan Fugui that if he wanted it, he could take it for three dollars.

Who is Yan Fugui?

How can he just agree to whatever price others say?

After a fierce battle, Yan Fugui finally bought the door for two dollars and one cent.

Besides, he had to check the door first.

If the door is too broken, he won't buy it.

The four members of the Yan family followed the master and went to his house, and found that it was just as he said.

Although the door is old, there is indeed no sign of scratches.

So Yan Fugui readily paid the money and bought the wooden door.

Before leaving, the old master kindly advised him: Compared with ordinary doors, this golden nanmu door is much heavier.

There is a man pulling a cart in our yard. If I talk to him, he can take you home for one cent.

But Yan Fugui was reluctant to pay the money.

Why did he bring his three sons here?

Isn't it just to save this money?

Looking at the four members of the Yan family, father and son, grunting and carrying the door away, the old master shook his head with a wry smile.

......

Although Wang Ping's question made Yan Fugui panic, he still managed to keep a calm face!

He took a deep breath and calmed himself.

He knew: it was the critical moment to decide his fate...ah! ...no...it was the critical moment to decide whether Wang Ping would accept this door or not.

If I can't fool Wang Ping, then everything will be over.

This door has to be broken in your own hands.

Thinking of this, Yan Fugui forced a flattering smile on his face, "Pingzi, this door was carefully selected for you by the Third Master."

"Carefully selected?" Wang Ping looked at Yan Fugui with a puzzled look.

"Yes!" Yan Fugui nodded solemnly.

It was as if...he had done something great for Wang Ping.

Then, he squatted down again and said temptingly, "Pingzi, look!"

"Although this door is not new, it has no scratches at all!"

"Another one..." He looked around, pretending to be mysterious, and whispered, "Pingzi, let me tell you."

"This door is made of golden nanmu wood."

"Golden nanmu, do you know?"

"Ten years ago, this kind of wood was a very valuable thing!"

"This is an old item that one of my best friends has kept for many years."

"If he hadn't seen that I was in a hurry to buy a door, he wouldn't have been willing to give it to me!"

......

Wang Ping waved his hand, interrupting Yan Fugui's chatter.

He reached out and touched the door again, and asked unconsciously, "Is this door made of golden nanmu?"

"It can't be wrong, Pingzi!"

After Yan Fugui responded, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.

Judging from Wang Ping's appearance, he seems to be interested in this door.

hey-hey!...

I spent more than two dollars to get an old door, which was enough to fool Wang Ping.