After the "reunion" meal, Xiaowan and the other two went to school. Xue Xiang moved the grain and dishes he bought to the kitchen and put them in. He swept away all the leftover buns and fried dough sticks from the three of them, and swallowed them voraciously. He killed about three pounds. Xue Xiang made a cup of tea for himself, leaned against the sofa, and put his legs on the table for the meal, and began to think about his future prospects. He didn't know where to go in the future. Although he had set an ambition to make the world famous, he didn't know where to settle down. He should take it slowly.

Xue Xiang suppressed his anxiety and the towering building was rising. He decided to take care of the most important thing at the moment - eating, which is ultimately a problem of money. Although he "robbed" a group of speeding parties and seized more than 100 yuan, he spent more than half of it. Including his original thirty yuan, he had to buy food, drink, clothing and supplies for his three younger brothers and sisters, which could not last a few days. Although the revolutionary committee will give them living expenses for several brothers and sisters every month, and the four of them have a total of about 60 yuan, it is okay to rely on this money to make a living, but there is a big problem to maintain his life in his mind. Xue Xiang didn't want the whole family to join the Beggars' Sect. He didn't plan to live a stingy life at all. At least he has decades of experience than today's people. If even his younger brothers and sisters can't support him, it would be better to find a piece of tofu and kill him.

These days, there are very few ways to make money, and it is impossible to rely on later business methods. The old lady has to go to the purchase station to sell an egg. She can only raise a few chickens. She only saved up thirty eggs in a month. It is easy to continue robbing the speeding party, but they are not fools. They can't catch them on your side all day long.

Xue Xiangsi couldn't think about it, and he had a headache. He kicked the edge of the case with a sudden blow. The case fell to the ground with a bang. Xue Xiang quickly got up to help him. This was a few "tables" in the house. After it was broken, it would be troublesome to eat. Xue Xiang raised it gently with his hand, but he didn't lift it. He increased his strength to lift the case. Xue Xiang was a little curious, holding a corner of the case with his left hand and lifted it up, weighing about two hundred pounds in his hand.

Is the wood so heavy? Xue Xiang then looked at the case carefully. The case was about fifteen centimeters long and ten centimeters wide. The surface and four leg pillars were painted yellow, and the texture was not visible. Xue Xiang turned the table over and observed the back of the case. He saw that the color was purple-black, the texture was extremely long, and it was twisted and silky, very much like the hair on the back of the cow. He was very close to him and could smell a slight fragrance. Isn’t this the famous red sandalwood in later generations! Xue Xiang was ecstatic.

Although Xue Xiang was not a professional in collecting and appraisal of antiques, he was also an enthusiastic collector. At that time, CCTV's popular "Treasure Hunt" program, he never missed a single episode. Xue Xiang loved red sandalwood even more. Of course, he knew the basic characteristics of red sandalwood. He was already 100% sure that this was a red sandalwood case. If it was a cultural relic such as porcelain, calligraphy and painting, Xue Xiang might not be sure. The art of making old and counterfeiting of those types of antiques has been going on for thousands of years.

It reached its peak, even the Palace Museum in later generations had collected fakes. However, the wood such as rosewood, which can be seen at a glance, can be basically distinguished at first sight, and then weighed it, is basically impossible to make a mistake. Moreover, this case is painted with yellow paint, which obviously is intended to cover up its original appearance, and the counterfeit goods will not be so tiring. Xue Xiang carefully scraped off a small piece of paint on the table legs, and the exposed part showed a satin-like luster. The rosewood has been confirmed.

Rosewood is one of the most precious woods in the world. It has a hard and tight texture, is extremely heavy in quality, and it sinks when it enters water. It is the top wood for making furniture. It is used exclusively for royal aristocrats. It has always been loved by literati and famous officials. Rosewood grows with a difficult diameter, usually only about fifteen centimeters, and it is difficult to thicken. Moreover, the trunk is twisted and straight, with many hollows, and it is extremely difficult to make a ingredient. Therefore, this piece of rosewood utensils, the size of a strip, has very few remaining. Hu Xueyan, a famous red-topped businessman in the late Qing Dynasty, collected a giant case and loved it as a treasure. Later, this piece of paper was handed over several times and lasted for a hundred years. In 2000, it became an imperial utensil for the placement of giants' handwritten books.

Although the rosewood at this time is expensive, it is far from the point where a small amount of money is worth in later generations. Xue Xiang knows how terrifying the price of rosewood in the future will be. Compared with the present, it will increase by more than ten thousand times. Xue Xiang never thought about selling this rosewood strip. First, he loved rosewood very much and had never owned it in his previous life, so how could he be willing to let go in this life? Second, the appearance of rosewood opened up a way for him to make money - resell antiques.

Although private economy is not allowed at this time, you are not forbidden to get rid of your own things. As long as you bring your household registration book, you can go to the entrusting office to handle the transaction. Xue Xiang’s plan is to “get into the village quietly, don’t shoot”, go to various alleys and villages in the suburbs to get old houses, buy them back at a low price and then scatter them to various entrusting offices in the capital for sale. Although there is a suspicion of speculation, as long as you are a little careful, the possibility of chaos is still very low.

While Xue Xiang thought of reselling antiques, he also remembered another thing.

That was eight years ago. The catastrophe had just begun to its climax. The young generals in the capital were searching their homes and arresting people. At that time, his uncle had not been affected yet. Xue Dangkoo, the eldest brother of his uncle, was also the leader of a rebellion team. Seeing that they were having a lot of fun, Xue Xiang followed Xue Dangkoo all day long. When Xue Dangkoo and his family were searching for people, he shook the flag and shouted.

That time, he was copied to a university professor's house. The old professor was in his seventies, with no children and only a room of books. Until now, Xue Xiang was still impressed. When he walked into his house, he felt like he was walking into a sea of ​​paper mountains and books. The house was extremely simple, without a kitchen, no bedroom, and only a small bathroom. The wide house was filled with seven or eight large bookshelfs, and the bookshelf was full of books. A small bed was placed in the middle of the bookshelf, and he seemed to be sleeping in the ocean of books. When he was copying his house, all the Xue Dangkoo teams were dispatched, and more than a dozen people pulled seven or eight small carts and rushed over. The old professor tried hard to stop copying books, but he could not stand up even if he was able to fight against more than a dozen "revolutionary young generals". In a short while, he was cured and could not get up. Finally, he copied out a large black wooden box under his bed, with a large iron lock hanging on the box.

More than a dozen people were happy at that time. There was definitely something in it. They scolded the old man to hand over the keys. The old professor refused to obey. Xue Dangkoo didn't talk nonsense to him. He chopped the iron lock away with an axe. As soon as the iron lock was chopped away, the old professor fainted. More than a dozen people hurried forward to see how much gold, silver and treasures the old man hid. When they opened the box, everyone was stunned. There were two porcelain bottles, a painting, and a few books in the box. There were nothing but that. Everyone felt that they were fooled by the old man and were a little lost. They shouted that they would bury these bourgeois residues and those decadent books. The young generals pulled a cart and went to the mass grave in the eastern suburbs. The mass graves were full of pits and were empty all around, which was convenient for burying the bodies and burning the "stolen goods" (no need to worry about a fire). It was a good place to bury the "corrupt".

It was a strong wind that day, and the weather was dark and dark. Tens of thousands of books piled up into a hill. It was burnt out in a while. The young generals were a little annoyed and left first, leaving Xue Xiang and another boy in their teens watching the fire. Xue Xiang and the two stood a little tired and dragged the black box collected from the old professor's house and sat back to back. The strong wind blew the fire red half of the sky, and the sky became more and more gloomy. The dark clouds pressed very low, as if they were about to fall. After a while, the books were almost burning, and only a bunch of small fires were left. The two stood up and raised the box under their butts and pushed the fire. At this moment, they started to fall.

The rainstorm, the fire was instantly extinguished. In June, the child's face, the rainstorm came and went quickly. Before Xue Xiang could find a place to shelter from the rain, the rain stopped. The two approached the fire and saw that the box was only burnt on the surface. The two were annoyed by the rain and were anxious to go home to change clothes. They found a deep pit nearby, pushed the box in casually, and pushed a little floating soil with their feet to bury the matter. Afterwards, a few days later, Xue Xiang heard that the old professor was dead and buried in the mass grave where they burned books. Later, Xue Dangkoo said that he was a history teacher at the Beijing University and an old diehard. He never repent. They hung them at home the day after the search.

The dusty memories aroused Xue Xiang's curiosity. He vaguely felt that the things in the black box were definitely not simple, so he decided to visit the mass grave tonight.

Xue Xiang raised his hand and looked at the time. It was already past nine o'clock. He got up and cleaned up the main hall and moved the red sandalwood slats into his room. How could Xue Xiang be willing to use such a precious object as a dining table? He ended up with a tiger skin wallet and collected it.

The Rosewood Stripes ended the history of being a dining table, but new problems arise, what should I do when I eat in the future? It's easy to do! The great leader taught us that we should do it by ourselves and have enough food and clothing. Xue Xiang decided to hit a dining table by himself. He did it as soon as he said that Xue Xiang looked for hammers and nails from the wing where the groceries were piled, and there were a few wooden boards and wooden strips. He jingled and knocked it. After working for a while, a brand new parallelogram square table was born. Xue Xiang's newly made square table, with four legs tilted in one direction, and he couldn't stand it at all. As soon as a person let go, the table collapsed. It seems that there is always a distance between theory and practice. If you do it yourself, you may also lack food and clothing. Xue Xiang laughed at himself.

Xue Xiang was worried about the newly made disabled table, and Lei Xiaotian and the others arrived together.
Chapter completed!