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Chapter 3 Furniture from the Qing Dynasty!carriage!
Lin Ran agreed to see the goods, so he took Lin Ran into the house.
When leaving, he asked: "Brother, why do you come out to collect rags at such a young age? Have you not studied yet?"
"I just finished the exam. I collect the junk and save some money to study." Lin Ran explained.
"Then you are quite motivated, but it's a pity that these rags are not worth much." His tone was still cold.
Like the conversation just now, it can be seen that the man is not as fierce as he seems on the surface.
And about asking for a drink of water just now, maybe this is because we can’t just generalize based on the surface!
He followed him through the living room and to the firewood room in the backyard.
When I opened the door to the firewood room, I was greeted by a damp smell.
There are still some spider webs hanging on the door of the firewood room, and it looks like it hasn't been opened for a while.
But he casually tore apart the cobwebs, and there was a set of furniture placed in the firewood room. Four stools were upside down on the table, with a layer of dust falling on them.
The man pointed at the furniture and said.
"How much do you think this set of tables and chairs is worth?"
From a distance, the tables and chairs appear to have reached a certain age.
Although the surface was covered with thick dust, once it was wiped clean, it was found that its style was unusually graceful and luxurious.
Moreover, there are no obvious scratches on the surface.
If it is a table and chair that is often used for eating, if it collides with bowls for a long time, it will leave more or less traces.
The side of the table is carved with a large number of lotus patterns, which are typical variations of the banana leaf pattern.
There are also carved pieces on the sides of the table that look like hats.
It turned out to be a set of rosewood furniture!
And judging from the pattern and format, it should be a product of the Yongzheng period.
Rosewood furniture was popular in the courts of the Qing Dynasty because there was an idiom called "Purple Air Comes from the East", which symbolized a bright future.
Through judgment, Lin Ran believed that this was a genuine product!
"Trash collector, are you interested in this set of furniture? How much do you plan to pay?"
The man asked again.
Since the other party set the price himself, Lin Ran had no choice but to be respectful rather than obey.
"This set of furniture is very old. I paid 20 yuan to buy it."
The man was stunned for a moment and said, "What you gave is too little. This was passed down from my great-grandfather, so it should be worth some money."
"It's quite a lot. Who wants to buy old furniture now? 20 yuan is already a lot." Lin Ran pretended to feel distressed.
The man thought for a while. In fact, his family also bought a new wooden table, and this set of furniture was indeed out of use.
Just like the saying of collecting rags, when people decorate new houses now, they will find carpenters to customize them, or they will continue to use the old tables at home.
Basically no one buys second-hand tables.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Okay, I'll sell it to you for 20 yuan."
His house was being renovated and he needed to free up the firewood room. This object took up too much space, so he wanted to find an opportunity to clean it out.
It could be sold for 20 yuan, which actually exceeded his psychological expectations!
After getting the money, the man was in a much better mood: "Brother, you are so cheerful, you will become a great person in the future."
"Thank you for your kind words, brother." Lin Ran said with cupped hands. In fact, he still wanted to buy the man's bowl.
But considering this situation, he may not be willing to sell the thing to himself, but will be suspicious.
I remembered his address and planned to find an opportunity to buy it next time I came here.
The two of them worked together to lift the table and chairs out of the firewood room, but when they were about to lift them onto the tricycle, they discovered a problem.
Because the table and chairs are large, your own tricycle seat cannot fit inside them, and even if they are tied with ropes, they can easily fall off.
Lin Ran thought about it for a while and asked the man if there was anyone in the village who could help with the goods.
"Do you see the house in front? There is a coachman inside. As long as you are willing to pay, he will definitely help you." The man pointed to the house not far away and said.
carriage?
Lin Ran hadn't seen a carriage for a long time. In the past, carriages could still be seen running on the road in the capital, but with the introduction of new traffic regulations, carriages have disappeared.
He took a look at his tricycle. It was full of cardboard boxes, not very valuable.
But for this set of furniture, he was thinking about who to sell it to.
Selling to Jianghua seems to be too fussy.
Although it is palace rosewood, it is not considered a national treasure after all. It can be sold to collectors to make some money.
After much thought, he thought that the most suitable buyer was Fang Dahai!
It can be regarded as taking care of the old man's business!
Lin Ran found the coachman based on the directions. He was an old man about 60 years old.
When he heard about the business, he immediately put out his pipe and followed Lin Ran to the red sandalwood furniture.
"Luo Wenkai, you sold your father's things." The old man greeted the man.
Luo Wenkai nodded silently: "The old man is no longer here, so keeping this thing is a reminder of the situation."
While chatting, they worked together to secure the seats to the back of the carriage.
Tie it up with hemp rope so you don't have to worry about the seat falling off.
"Where are you going?" The coachman invited Lin Ran to sit in the driver's seat with him.
The carriage has a large back seat and is truly driven by two horses, so there is no need to worry about being unable to pull it.
His tricycle was also carried to the back of the carriage, so that he would not have to come back to ride again.
Lin Ran told him the location of Fang Dahai's store.
I saw the coachman waving his whip and pulling the reins.
The carriage started running very fast. I originally thought that riding in the carriage would be very bumpy, but sitting in this carriage was almost as smooth as a car.
Moreover, in the completely open-top form, you can feel the wind blowing on your cheeks as the carriage rushes along the country roads, which is very comfortable.
Seeing Lin Ran's appearance, the coachman said calmly: "Young people of your generation have never ridden a horse."
"Yes." Lin Ran asked, "Old sir, did you often ride horses before?"
"When we were young, riding horses was a must-learn skill." The coachman's eyes were a little blurry, recalling his childhood.
He noticed that the coachman had a strong accent. Looking at his dress, he did not look like a Han Chinese.
Dongshi Village was the last secluded place for nobles in the Qing Dynasty. It had luxurious carriages and big houses, and the other party must be one of the Eight Banners disciples.
At that time, the children of the Eight Banners were only allowed to serve as officials and soldiers, and enjoyed salaries, but often had no other life skills.
Therefore, after the fall of the Qing Dynasty, most of the Eight Banners disciples did not live well and relied entirely on their ancestors' savings.
So much so that in later generations, there were still so-called "princes pulling carts" in the capital, and they were even interviewed, making them famous for a while.
Lin Ran thought to himself that there must be more cultural relics from the Qing Dynasty in Dongshi Village, and he could come back to see them next time.
It could be seen that the carriage driver was not very good at chatting with people, and perhaps he was prejudiced against Lin Ran in his heart. The two of them stopped talking, and the carriage drove into the city.
Everyone around looked at him in surprise, watching the carriage running wildly on the road, and nothing seemed wrong.
The coachman has also obviously integrated into modern life, and even knows how to wait for the traffic light in front of the zebra crossing.
Among the three cars, the carriage stood out, causing many onlookers to laugh.
"It's rare, but strange." The coachman muttered in a low voice.
He was dissatisfied with being watched.