Chapter 8 The winding path has its own secluded place
After the "reunion" dinner, Xiao Wan and the other two went to school. Xue Xiang moved the food and dishes he bought to the kitchen and put them away. He wiped away the remaining buns and fried dough sticks from the three people's meals and wolfed them down for a while.
More than three kilograms. Xue Xiang made himself a cup of tea, leaned on the sofa, put his legs on the dining table, and began to think about the future. He didn't know where to go in the future, although he had made a decision to make a name for himself in the world.
Although he has ambitions, he doesn't know where to settle down, so he should take his time.
Xue Xiang suppressed the anxiety in his heart and raised the tall buildings from the ground. He decided to focus on the most important thing at the moment - eating. In the final analysis, it was still a matter of money. Although he "robbed" a group of speedster gangs and confiscated more than 100 yuan,
But once I feel refreshed, I have already spent more than half of it. Counting my original thirty-odd yuan, I still have about a hundred yuan. Next, I have to buy food, drink and clothing for my three younger siblings, which cannot last for a few days. Although every day
The Monthly Revolutionary Committee will give them several brothers and sisters living expenses, which total about sixty yuan for the four of them. It is no problem to rely on this money to eat, but it is a big problem to maintain the life in his mind. Xue Xiang does not want the whole family to be together
Joining the Beggar Clan. He had no intention of living a meager life. After all, he had decades more experience than today's people. If he couldn't even support his younger brothers and sisters, he might as well find a piece of tofu and crash to death.
There were very few ways to make money these days, and it was impossible to rely on business methods of later generations. The old lady had to go to the purchasing station to sell eggs, and she could only raise a few chickens. She only saved about thirty eggs in a month. Continue
Robbery gangsters can make money quickly, but they are not fools. They bump into you all day long, so you can't go out of your way to catch them.
Xue Xiang couldn't think of anything, and he had a headache. He kicked the edge of the case, and the case fell to the ground with a bang.
It would be troublesome to eat after it was broken. Xue Xiang gently lifted it up with his hand, but it didn't move. He added more strength to lift the case. Xue Xiang was a little curious. He held a corner of the case with his left hand and lifted it up.
It weighed about two hundred kilograms. Why is the wood so heavy?
The yellow paint has no visible texture. Xue Xiang turned the table over and looked at the back of the case. He saw that the color was purple and black, and the texture was extremely long, in the shape of wisps of twisted filaments, very much like the hair on the back of a cow. He leaned on it
Very close, you can faintly smell the fragrance. Isn't this the famous red sandalwood in later generations? Xue Xiang was ecstatic.
Although Xue Xiang in his previous life was not a professional in collecting and appraising antiques, he was still an avid collector. At that time, he could not miss an episode of the popular CCTV program "Treasure Hunt". Xue Xiang loved red sandalwood even more.
Of course, knowing the basic characteristics of red sandalwood, he was already 100% sure that this was a red sandalwood case. If it were antiques such as porcelain, calligraphy and painting, Xue Xiang might not be sure yet.
, the art of counterfeiting has gone through thousands of years, and has reached its peak. Even the National Palace Museum in later generations has collected fakes. But wood like red sandalwood can basically be distinguished at a glance by its texture and color, and its weight can basically be determined.
It couldn't be wrong. What's more, this note was painted with yellow paint, obviously to hide its true appearance, and the fake would not have gone to such trouble. Xue Xiang carefully scraped off a small piece of paint on the table leg, revealing
The exposed part shows a satin-like luster, which is undoubtedly the rosewood.
Rosewood is one of the most precious woods in the world. It has a hard and dense texture and is extremely heavy. It sinks when exposed to water. It is the top wood for making furniture. It is used exclusively by royal nobles and has always been loved by literati and dignitaries. Rosewood
It is difficult to grow, usually only about 15 centimeters in diameter, so it is difficult to grow strong, and the trunk is rarely twisted and straight, with many holes, making it extremely difficult to become useful. Therefore, there are very few red sandalwood utensils the size of this case that exist in the world. A famous red-top businessman in the late Qing Dynasty
Hu Xueyan collected a giant bill case and loved it like a treasure. Later, this bill case changed hands several times and passed through for hundreds of years. Finally, it entered the palace in 2000 and became a royal treasure for displaying the handwriting of the giant...
Although the red sandalwood at this time was valuable, it was far from being as valuable as an inch of sandalwood in later generations. Xue Xiang knew how terrifying the price of red sandalwood would be in the future. Compared with now, the value would increase more than ten thousand times. Xue Xiang never thought of selling this red sandalwood strip.
Firstly, he loved red sandalwood very much, but he had never owned it in his previous life, so how could he let it go in this life? Secondly, the appearance of red sandalwood opened up a way for him to make money - reselling antiques.
Although the private economy is not allowed at this time, you are not prohibited from pawning your belongings. As long as you bring your household registration book, you can go to the entrustment office to handle transactions. Xue Xiang's plan is to "enter the village quietly, and don't want to shoot anyone."
Go to various small alleys and villages on the outskirts of the city to dig out old houses, buy them back at low prices, and then sell them to various commission offices in the capital. Although there are suspicions of speculation, as long as you are a little careful, the possibility of trouble is still very low.
When Xue Xiang thought of reselling antiques, he also thought of another thing.
That was eight years ago. The catastrophe had just reached its climax. The young generals in the capital were ransacking homes and arresting people. At that time, his uncle had not yet been affected. His eldest brother Xue Dangkou was also the leader of a rebel team. He was eight years old.
Seeing how noisy they were, Xue Xiang also followed Xue Dangkou around all day long. When Xue Dangkou and others ransacked their homes and arrested people, he was waving flags and shouting.
That time, I copied it to the home of a university professor. The old professor was in his seventies, had no children, and only had a room full of books. Xue Xiang was still deeply impressed until now. Walking into his house was like walking into a paper mountain and a sea of books.
, the home is extremely simple, with no kitchen, no bedroom, and only a small bathroom. The spacious room is filled with seven or eight large bookshelves, and the bookshelves are full of books. A small bed is placed in the middle of the bookshelves.
It was as if he was sleeping in a sea of books. When they raided his house, Xue Dangkou's team all mobilized. A dozen people pulled seven or eight small carts and rushed over. The old professor tried his best to stop him from copying.
book, but how could he stand against a dozen "little revolutionary generals"? After a while, he was so punished that he could not get up. Finally, a large black wooden box was found under his bed, with a large iron lock hanging on the box. At that time, ten
A few people were happy, there must be something inside, and they yelled at the old man to hand over the key, but the old professor refused to obey. Xue Dangkou didn't talk nonsense to him, and split the iron lock with an ax. The iron lock had just been split.
Flying, the old professor fainted. A dozen people hurriedly rushed forward to see how much gold and silver the old man had hidden. When he opened the box, everyone was dumbfounded. There were two porcelain bottles and a painting lying in the box.
Son, a few books, and nothing else. Everyone felt that they had been tricked by the old man and felt a little embarrassed. They clamored to bury these remnants of the bourgeoisie together with those rotten and backward books. The young generals pulled
After getting off the car, we went to the mass graves in the eastern suburbs. The mass graves are full of pits and are surrounded by open space. It is convenient not only to bury corpses but also to burn "stolen items" (without worrying about fire). It is a good place to bury "rotten" things.
There was a strong wind that day, and the weather was dark and gloomy. Tens of thousands of books piled up into a hill, and they couldn't be burned in a while. The young generals were tired of waiting, so they left first, leaving Xue Xiang and another person behind.
The teenage boy was watching the fire. Xue Xiang and the two were a little tired from standing. They dragged the black box they found at the old professor's house and sat back to back. The fire blown by the strong wind burned half of the sky red, and the sky became increasingly gloomy.
It was over, and the dark clouds were very low, as if they were about to fall. After a while, the books were almost burned, and only a small fire remained. The two stood up, lifted the box under their buttocks, and pushed it into the fire.
.At this moment, a heavy rain began, and the fire was extinguished instantly. It was a June day, with a child's face. The heavy rain came and went quickly. Xue Xiang and the two had not found a place to take shelter from the rain.
The rain stopped. The two of them approached the fire and saw that the box was only burnt on the surface. They were already annoyed by the rain and were anxious to go home and change clothes. They found a deep pit nearby.
He pushed the box in casually, pushed some floating soil with his feet and buried it hastily. Afterwards, a few days later, Xue Xiang heard that the old professor had died and was buried in a mass grave where they burned books. Later he heard
Xue Dangkou said that he taught history at Beijing University and was an old diehard who refused to repent. He hanged himself at home the same day they ransacked his house.
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 room and moved the rosewood table into his room. How could Xue Xiang be willing to use such a precious object as a dining table?
The leather wallet has an ending and is collected.
The history of the rosewood bill as a dining table ended, but a new problem arose, what to do with food in the future. Easy to handle! The great leader taught us that we can have enough food and clothing by doing it ourselves, so Xue Xiang decided to build a dining table by himself. Let’s do it.
Just do it, Xue Xiang found a hammer and nails, as well as a few boards and battens from the side room where groceries were piled, and started banging them. After working for a long time, a brand new parallelogram square table was born. Xue Xiang's new one
The four legs of the square table were tilted in one direction, making it impossible to stand upright. As soon as one let go, the table would collapse. It seems that there is always a distance between theory and practice. If you do it yourself, you may be short of food and clothing. Xue Xiang laughed at himself.
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Xue Xiangzheng was worried about the newly made disability table, and Lei Xiaotian and the other six arrived together.