After the military marriage, the stupid beauty wants to run away from her husband

Song Changzhou pushed his wheelchair to a garbage recycling station and looked for anyone for a long time. Finally, he saw a dirty man lying and sleeping in a pile of newspapers!

Song Changzhou shouted to wake him up: "Comrade! Comrade? Wake up!"

His voice was so loud and penetrating that it startled the person lying on the ground awake. "Who is it?"

"Hello, comrade. We would like to see if there is any second-hand furniture here that we can buy!" Song Changzhou returned to his normal voice. The man was sleepy and didn't react. He sat there for a while before realizing that someone had come.

Zhang Yuwan almost laughed out loud when he saw the confused face of the man who was woken up by Song Changzhou.

He was so rude when he called people up! He was so mean!

"What kind of furniture do you want to see? I have a lot of things! The quality is pretty good!" The person on the ground got up.

"Let us take a look first! If it's suitable, we'll buy it! Do you deliver the goods to your door?" Song Changzhou asked.

"If you have a lot, I'll give it to you! I guarantee you'll be satisfied! You two don't look like you're living in a tight spot, so why are you here to buy second-hand stuff?" The man couldn't help but wonder, most of the people who come to him to buy things are living in a tight spot, and are reluctant to use new furniture, so they piece together old ones as long as they can be used.

"Everyone lives in poverty. How can we afford to buy new things? You pick out the good ones for us. We don't want the ones that are too old or too worn!" Song Changzhou was talking nonsense!

Comrade from the recycling station nodded and said that it was still true.

Taking them to the back of the house, they found that the place was actually bigger and had several rooms.

It was filled with miscellaneous items, but fortunately they were all sorted into categories. There were scrap wood and furniture, broken bicycles, and so on.

What caught Zhang Yuwan's eye the most were the many porcelain and pottery jars, among which were several blue and white porcelain and general jars casually thrown in the corner, which gave Zhang Yuwan an idea.

"Comrade, are you selling these things too?" Zhang Yuwan pointed at the many bottles and jars opposite.

“Those things are useless and can’t be eaten. The ones with lids can be used as pickle jars, but the ones without lids are not very useful.

"Changzhou, my legs and feet are not convenient for me, so I want to grow some flowers and plants at home. I want to buy some more to use as vases. What do you think?" Zhang Yuwan asked Song Changzhou while glancing at the comrades at the recycling station out of the corner of his eye.

"Okay! Just buy it if you like it!" Song Changzhou had no objection.

"You want flower pots? I have some here too, would you like to take a look?" said the comrade at the recycling station enthusiastically.

"Okay! Comrade, what is your name?" Zhang Yuwan smiled sweetly.

The man was stunned for a moment, scratching his head in embarrassment. "Don't ask me to come here. I feel bad. My last name is Ma and my name is Sanbao. Just call me Xiao Ma!"

"Okay! Comrade Ma, let me see your flower pots!"

Ma Sanbao opened a door next to it and could see from the outside that the shelves inside were filled with things.

Vases, flower pots, bowls, plates, spoons, chopsticks, calligraphy and paintings, stones, and various boxes or sculptures.

Everything was grey and dirty.

Zhang Yuwan held his breath, feeling extremely excited. What kind of treasure house is this? There are so many things in it!

She didn't know much about antiques, but she knew that many of them were good things. At least they were not like those in her time when there were so many fakes and so many people were deceived. Nowadays, the things you buy are either fake or vintage imitations.

"How much do you sell these for?" Zhang Yuwan didn't point at any of them individually, but asked directly about the price.

"Vases are three yuan, five yuan, bigger ones are ten yuan, broken ones are fifty cents, and flower pots are the same price. Bowls, plates, and cups are fifty cents. Large furniture, such as cabinets, are seventy yuan, tables are sixty yuan, and a set with chairs is 110 yuan. There are also things like this for thirty-five yuan." Ma Sanbao pointed to the counter.

"There are also some stools and small cabinets. I'll tell you the price when you like something! There are really too many! But the old furniture you bought is damaged, and I can't repair it. You have to go home and repair it yourself. I won't refund your money after you buy it." Ma Sanbao explained.

Zhang Yuwan understood what was going on and nodded silently in agreement.

Ma Sanbao is also smart. Although the man seems tall and majestic in this couple, the one who makes the decisions is actually the woman in the wheelchair.

Moreover, the man has a cold expression and is not easy to get along with, while the woman is good-looking and speaks gently.

He couldn't help but be more enthusiastic towards Zhang Yuwan than Song Changzhou, which made Song Changzhou look at him with murderous eyes.

"Those can all be made into pickle jars. We need to stock up on pickles for the winter, and these few won't be enough. How about taking all of this row?"

"And this, this, take that row of bottles too. I'm going to plant some green onions and garlic."

"This cup is too small. It's convenient for you to drink. I'll keep it for you so that I can entertain friends when they come to my house!" Zhang Yuwan looked at Song Changzhou excitedly with shining eyes.

Song Changzhou: ...

Zhang Yuwan generously bought hundreds of porcelain pieces, flower pots, vases and cups. He also looked at some stones, including a very small Taihu stone with a beautiful shape, which he bought.

She couldn't stop, she was so happy. She bought everything she liked, no matter whether it was an old item or not.

Zhang Yuwan has had a collecting habit with her father for many years, and she likes to buy various handmade cups and porcelains on a daily basis.

Wherever Zhang Yuwan pointed, Song Changzhou started to move to the car.

One of them bumped into something accidentally, and Zhang Yuwan immediately glared at Song Changzhou fiercely.

Song Changzhou was really speechless. She had been spoiled by him to no end. Now she was always getting ahead of him. He would teach her a lesson when he got back. He wanted to restore his power as a husband.

Soon the jeep was packed except for the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

Zhang Yuwan also bought several black jars. This time they were real pickle jars, the kind that were not worth much.

Then they went to choose furniture. It was so dirty there that you couldn't tell what it was like in its original state, but Zhang Yuwan was good at choosing. Song Changzhou wouldn't let her get close. He would just mention whatever she pointed to. They all had simple and elegant designs that were easy to use, without any missing parts or mortise and tenon structures. Zhang Yuwan even picked out two pieces from several more complex designs.

She also saw a very old door, which was made of a whole piece of wood, but it was bumpy and had many small holes. She thought it would be a good choice to make a tea table, so she found two common benches in rural areas to use as legs.

After I've picked all of these, I check the number and say, "That's it! There's no more room at home."

When I was leaving, I found two stone pillars in the corners, carved with lotus shapes.

"Changzhou, these two stone pillars can be placed in the yard. It must be nice to sit outside and eat watermelon in the summer. Let's take them together!"

In the end, all the furniture including tables, chairs, tea tables, cabinets, shelves, altars, small tables, small cabinets, wardrobes, desks, and official chairs were purchased.

Zhang Yuwan took a fancy to a few things that were not very useful but might come in handy, including carved wooden windows and several lantern frames, some long, some square, and some round. He said they would be used to hang at the door for festive occasions during the Chinese New Year.

Even though these second-hand items are tattered, they don't require a ticket, just pay for them.

In the end, the total cost was 1,735 yuan. The items were not expensive, but there were so many! There were several trucks!

Zhang Yuwan mainly buys things in large quantities.

In the end, Ma Sanbao was so confused. With so much money, how rich could he be?

When they were about to leave, Zhang Yuwan said casually, "Let me see your other rooms! I'm not buying it, I just want to take a look!"

When I came out of the room, there was a piano, almost brand new, but covered in dust.

"Comrade Ma, I really don't want to buy it! I have registered all these. Pay a deposit of one hundred first, and I will give you the rest of the money after you deliver the goods. Well, if you have anything fun here in the future, please come again. Please keep it for me!" Zhang Yuwan said while pretending to chat casually.