Siheyuan: Rebirth of a comfortable life starts with Shazhu

Chapter 1482 He Yuzhu's Treasure House

He Yuzhu did not open the mahogany box.

Even if there were no yellow croakers in there, these eight scrolls alone would be worth the three thousand yuan he paid out.

Antiques are indeed worthless these days.

But it also depends on who holds it and who it is sold to.

In "Blood Romance", Yuan Jun could sell a vase from the Chongzhen era for three hundred yuan.

What's more, there is stock in Lao Li's hands.

Ordinary people treat these things as waste because they are afraid of getting into trouble.

But Lao Li should know the value of these things.

And there are ways to get these things out.

He gave these things to He Yuzhu not so much to compensate for He Yuzhu's 3,000 yuan as to justify He Yuzhu's promise.

In other words, Lao Li is now quite pessimistic about his situation.

He was telling this to He Yuzhu as his last words.

"Did Old Li say anything else?" He Yuzhu asked.

"Director Li said that we owe nothing to each other for the past.

I hope you don’t forget your original intention!

I have recited these two sentences several times, and he said you should understand them. Ma Hua scratched his head and said honestly.

He Yuzhu understood that this was Old Li saying goodbye to him.

From now on, He Yuzhu had one less drinking buddy.

There's nothing we can do about this kind of thing.

The different paths you choose may lead to different outcomes.

Smart people will always suffer more than mediocre people like He Yuzhu.

It seemed like whenever He Yuzhu wanted to do something, he would rush forward.

Before starting, the difficulties I thought of were too simple.

There will always be troubles later.

If he hadn't been lucky and hadn't had no selfish motives and someone was willing to help him, he might have failed long ago.

But people like Lao Li are calculating too much.

The more you calculate, the less courageous you become.

Always waiting for the most suitable opportunity, thus missing the opportunity.

Therefore, major events in history are rarely initiated by smart people.

Ma Hua left. From beginning to end, he had no idea what He Yuzhu and Lao Li were talking about, but he didn't think of asking.

He Yuzhu carried the things to the entrance of the cellar in the front yard.

When he moved, he gave the key to the door of his house to Yu Shui and his wife.

The only thing I didn't hand over was the key to the big lock on the cellar.

He had no choice. He was reluctant to part with the things inside, but he was afraid that Yu Shui and his wife would not cherish them and chop up the mahogany and rosewood furniture as firewood.

Fortunately, both the front and back yards are large.

So since He Yuzhu started collecting, the brother and sister's families dug a small cellar in the backyard.

Even when Ma Hua was handing over things to He Yuzhu, Yu Shui deliberately avoided suspicion and took the children out to buy groceries.

Very normal logic.

Big brother is coming, so he has to buy some good food, right?

He Yuzhu opened the door and waited for the air to circulate inside for a while before walking downstairs.

There is a ventilation hole in this cellar.

There is also an exhaust fan below, but the couple of Rainwater definitely won’t ventilate the room every day.

Not to mention them, even when He Yuzhu lived here, he didn't treat those things as treasures.

If you remember, just turn it on and change it for a while. If you don’t remember, just forget it.

The weather in the north is dry, so at least the wooden tables below won't grow mushrooms. As for other losses, He Yuzhu couldn't take care of them.

Anyway, He Yuzhu didn't plan to cash in after the reform and opening up.

He Yuzhu's original intention in collecting these things was that he couldn't bear to see them go to waste.

Secondly, I also want to leave some old things for my children.

At that time, He Yuzhu was a short-sighted person, so it was normal for him to have such thoughts.

When he walked into the cellar, the first things that appeared in front of He Yuzhu were various tables, chairs, benches, and some disassembled bed frames.

He Yuzhu does not collect much porcelain, for the same reason as mentioned above. Nowadays, porcelain collections can generally be kept for a certain period of time.

At most there are some patterns that do not fit the current situation.

A rough solution is to put a few layers of newspaper and place a feather duster on the cupboard at home.

As long as there is no problem with your family, no one will check it so carefully.

Of course, there are also sophisticated hiding methods.

It’s just like the pickle jar of some people’s homes. Whether it’s intentional or unintentional, who would argue with a pickle jar?

The key point is that foreigners like our porcelain and can sell it at a high price.

So there has always been a market for this thing and people collect it.

When Xu Damao and his friends were collecting these, their favorites were either yellow and white objects or old porcelain.

So He Yuzhu was too lazy to join in the fun.
He Yuzhu originally bought these clumsy and rustic furniture for the price of firewood.

If he didn't collect them, these things would probably become real firewood.

There are also some yellow and white scrolls, but He Yuzhu has no idea what is inside.

He Yuzhu knew that the eight things that Lao Li gave him were good things, but he had no desire to open them.

He was like a squirrel, only concerned with moving things home. As for how much he had moved, he had never really counted.

The innermost row of cabinets has compartments filled with various scrolls.

I estimate there are hundreds of them.

He Yuzhu found a free time and put the eight newly added scrolls in place one by one.

Looking at the cellar filled with scrolls and furniture, He Yuzhu felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Even if half of this stuff is true, after the new century, my children won't have to worry about money anymore.

Of course, this is a hopeless idea, and it is also He Yuzhu's truest thought.

He Yuzhu touched the things inside one by one, and his hands were definitely covered in dust.

But he didn't care. The current He Yuzhu had put aside his rank and his ideals, and his eyes were only focused on the small amounts of money these things might represent.

"Brother, come up and have dinner." He Yuzhu was so absorbed in his work that he forgot the time. After Yu Shui finished his work, he couldn't help but come over and call him.

"Hey, I'll be right there." He Yuzhu responded hurriedly.

He picked up a small jar from the corner and walked outside.

It was already dark, and He Yuzhu estimated that he had been in there for at least an hour.

But the lights in the yard were on.

When Yu Shui saw He Yuzhu's appearance, he couldn't help but squat on the ground and laughed.

He Yuzhu was puzzled, and Xiao Yuanyuan beside him also laughed and said: "Uncle has become a clown!"

He Yuzhu reached out and wiped his face. This time, the rain's laughter became even more devilish, as if he would die of laughter in the next second.

He Yuzhu also reacted and looked at his palms, which were pitch black.

I guess I can't even look at my face anymore.

"Okay, okay, move this jar of wine over, I'll lock the door and wash my face.

He is such a grown-up, but he is still like a child.

Look, my eldest nephew is more reserved than you." He Yuzhu was so angry that he criticized Yu Shui directly.

"Hmph, you big clown!" Yu Shui was not convinced either. She wrinkled her nose and muttered softly. This was her way of fighting back.

"Brother, let me hold you!" It was Xiao Ren who tried to smooth things over. He saw the wine in He Yuzhu's hand and became envious.

(End of this chapter)