Siheyuan: I am a big capitalist after the founding of the People's Republic of China

After parking his bicycle, Li Zihang walked to the chair.

Li Zihang skillfully took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, gave a cigarette to several staff members, and then started to get close to them.

"Brothers, what should we do with these broken old furniture?"

The person next to him took the cigarette and a smile appeared on his face.

"What else can I do with it? If it's usable, I'll take it to a second-hand store and sell it. If it's not usable, I'll take it and use it as firewood."

Li Zihang looked carefully at the old furniture in front of him and said.

"Brothers, what kind of warehouse is this? Why are there so many old furnitures?"

Staff: "This warehouse was occupied by the Skinheads 48 years ago, and they confiscated furniture from traitors and anti-rebels."

"After the founding of the People's Republic of China, all the good furniture and valuables were taken away by the government."

"Now all that's left are these junk. The street needs this warehouse, so I'm starting to clean it up now."

Li Zihang took a look around and saw quite a few good things among these shabby old furniture.

In addition to the couch that looked like a dragon chair, there was also a dining table that caught his attention.

A food table is the table that ancient people used to eat at while kneeling before tables were invented.

The dining table is decorated with a variety of techniques, including tortoise shell pieces, inlays, and lacquer.

Engraved on it is a vermilion dragon pattern from the Han Dynasty.

Due to improper maintenance, the paint surface of the dining table is peeling a little.

The red dragon pattern is also missing pieces.

The edges of the table are decorated with auspicious cloud patterns inlaid with gilded filigree.

The entire table is 20 cm high, about two meters long and one meter wide.

The key point is that Li Zihang also saw several inscriptions on a table leg.

He was shocked when he saw those seal script fonts.

Nowadays, there are very few antiques and collectibles that can make Li Zihang excited.

But this food tray made his heart beat faster again.

I saw that one of the table legs had a few seal characters inlaid with gold threads.

"New Dynasty, Tianfeng 15-year system,"

Li Zihang looked around again and saw the two words "Mang Huang" written in seal script on the back of the dining table.

Li Zihang took a deep breath and chatted with the staff pretending not to care.

"Brothers, my house is in need of some furniture."

"You know, you need a ticket for everything these days."

"To be honest, I want to buy some furniture, but I just don't have the tickets."

"Well, can you help me ask if these furniture can be sold to individuals?"

One of the staff members said while smoking the cigarette given by Li Zihang.

"What can't be sold? If you didn't come to ask today."

"We are going to take these junk back home and use them as firewood."

When Li Zihang heard this, he thought with lingering fear.

"Luckily, I ran into these national treasures of furniture when I went out today."

"Otherwise, these national treasures of furniture and lacquerware will really disappear in the long river of history."

I don’t know how many antique furniture and national treasures were taken away by ignorant people and burned as wood.

Especially during this period, there were countless examples of various old buildings and gatehouses being taken away by the public and used as firewood.

Others may not know, but Li Zihang knows that none of the dragon thrones in the Forbidden City is from the Ming Dynasty.

All of them were built after the founding of the Qing Dynasty.

For some unknown reason, the dragon throne that was half burned by fire ended up in this warehouse.

And that food table is even more amazing.

That was the dining table used by Wang Mang, the emperor who was most likely a time traveler in historical legends.

The Xin Dynasty was the name of the country founded by Wang Mang.

Tianfeng was also Wang Mang's second reign title.

As for the two seal script characters "Mang Huang", it is estimated that Wang Mang gave these names to the private furniture he made for himself.

Whether it is the craftsmanship, the characteristics of the dining table lacquerware, or the auspicious cloud and dragon patterns, they all conform to the characteristics of that period.

After carefully examining it using his dating method, he was almost certain that the dining table was authentic.

After Li Zihang heard what the staff said.

Said half-truthfully.

"Brothers, I have picked out a few pieces of furniture. I am thinking about buying those broken pieces and hiring a carpenter to fix them up so that they can be used again."

"How about this, I'll buy back those broken furniture?"

One of the staff members who seemed to be the leader said.

"You can buy it back, but if you regret it later, we won't give you a refund."

Li Zihang said happily.

"Don't worry, that's impossible. If I really regret it, I'll burn these broken furniture as firewood and never ask for repayment."

Only after they heard Li Zihang say this did they feel at ease to sell the furniture to him.

Li Zihang bought a total of 7 old pieces of furniture.

Zhu Di’s dragon throne counts as one, and Wang Mang’s dining table also counts as one.

There is also a horseshoe bed with a panel from the Ming Dynasty.

There are four complete sets left, Qing Dynasty Guang embroidered flower and bird phoenix screens.

This set of screens is a bit worn out.

But the wood used is ebony, two meters high, half hollowed out on all sides, and carved with flowers, birds and landscapes.

The middle part is a picture of the scene of Feng Qiu Huang.

Even the legs of the screen are carved to look like strange stones and tree roots.

The overall shape is magnificent, with a unique elegance.

However, due to maintenance issues, this screen is missing some corners.

There was also a broken leg at the supporting part.

If not for this, it wouldn't be Li Zihang's turn to take advantage of the situation.

After he paid 11.5 yuan, he went to find a few porters to transport the furniture back home.

Ban Ye was also the professional name for cargo tricycles during this period.

As he was talking about Cao Cao, he arrived.

At this moment, Wen San was riding a three-wheeled cart with a fellow passenger, chatting and laughing as they rode, and bragging.

Li Zihang saw Wen San from a distance, and he immediately raised his hand to greet Wen San.

Wen San saw someone raising his hand to signal him.

He quickly said to his colleagues.

"Brother is alive, I'll go first."

After saying that, he pedaled at full speed.

Seeing Wen San trying to steal his business, his companion quickly rode his tricycle over.

Li Zihang looked at Wen San with a head full of white hair and could only sigh in his heart.

Wen San rode his bike over and saw that it was Li Zihang.

said in surprise.

"Hey~"

"It's really you, young master. I thought I was seeing the wrong person because of my old eyesight. I didn't expect to see you again."

When Wen San said this, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with his speech.

Then he started explaining again.

Wen San: “Pfft, pfft, pfft~”

"Look at my broken mouth. I mean, I haven't seen you for several years. I can't believe I'm meeting you now."

Li Zihang looked at Wen San speechlessly.

"Uncle Wen, you are already quite old, why are you still so talkative?"

"I have known you since I was four years old, and you haven't changed at all."

At this time, another board master also rode in front of Li Zihang.

Then he said.

"Young comrade, do you want to use the bike? I can ride steadily and fast."

Wen San said with a grin as he looked at his colleagues who were trying to steal the job.

"I say, Dasha, forget about this job."

"Don't you always accuse me of bragging and flattering myself?"

"The young master I'm talking about today is the one in front of you."

When Li Zihang heard this, he immediately understood that Wen San must have boasted a lot about his time as a clerk for the Li family.

Li Zihang was in no mood to argue with them.

He said quickly.

"Uncle Wen, could you please stop joking? I have something urgent to do, and you can't finish this job by yourself."

"You two old brothers, each of you has a job."

Wen San saw Li Zihang's expression and knew that he was not fooling him.

Then he said to his companions.

"Dasha, you're lucky today."

(The "Dasha" mentioned by Wen San was a rickshaw-pulling partner of his at the Tonghe rickshaw shop before liberation.)

Wen San knew very well that if he worked for Li Zihang, the money he would get from him would definitely be more than enough.

In addition, since they haven't seen each other for so many years, Li Zihang will definitely take extra care of him when he sees that he is still hauling goods for a living at his age, and will also take care of his companions at the same time.

At this time, Wen San and Da Sha came down together and helped Li Zihang carry the furniture onto the three-wheeled cart.

After a while, the two three-wheeled carts were filled with the antique furniture bought by Li Zihang.

Li Zihang and Wen San rode side by side, chatting as they rode.

Li Zihang: "Uncle Wen, how old are you this year?"

Wen San said casually, not caring about his age.

“I don’t know exactly how old I am.”

"As far as I can remember, I have been living among beggars."

"If I calculate the time, I was born in either 1906 or 1907."

Li Zihang: "So Uncle Wen, you are about fifty-five or fifty-six this year?"

Wen San: “That’s about right~”

"It's just a matter of living one day at a time, no matter how old you are."

"As long as I can still ride my scooter, I have to support myself."

Li Zihang: "Uncle Wen, to be honest, I haven't seen you in several years~"

"You are still the same, always an optimist."

Wen San said heartlessly.

"I don't know what an optimist is, but I've already let it go."

"You earn your own money and spend it yourself, and then you feel like you can't move anymore"

"Find a rope and hang yourself in advance. This will save you from suffering later."

"Hey, young master, don't think I'm not doing my best. To be honest, I've been walking around the streets for many years and I've seen all kinds of people."

"Let's not talk about anything else. There's an old man in our street."

"My goodness, that old man has six children. When he can't move anymore, no one will take care of him."

"The bed was full of shit and piss, and the house stank."

"When they die, they die in their own excrement."

"What do you think is the point of him living frugally?"

"Not as good as me~ At least, I've been cool."

"Even if I die in the end, I have no regrets."

"There are also those who help others and ignore their own children, raising other people's children instead."

"When you get old, neither your biological son nor your evil son cares about you."

"After he died, rats ate half of his body and the body started to stink before it was discovered by a neighbor."

"What do these people want in their lives?"

"I may not be successful, but I know what I am doing. I have eaten good food and drank good wine. Anyway, I have lived up to myself in this life."

"Unlike those people, who have a lot of sons and daughters, but when they get old, they are still not as good as me~"

Li Zihang did not comment on Wen San's thoughts. After all, everyone has their own way of living.

More than half an hour later, two three-wheeled carts also arrived at Li's house.

The job paid 5 cents per person, and Li Zihang gave them one dollar each.

After Wen San transported the furniture to Li's house, he refused to go in and drink a sip of water.

He was afraid that if he saw it, Li Zihang's stepmother would be embarrassed.