At this time, most of the villages were mud-tiled houses. The doors were open, and there were chickens, ducks, livestock, or some vegetables growing in the courtyard.
The village chief's house was no exception. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a man who was over fifty years old sitting on a bamboo chair under the eaves with his eyes closed. He held a pipe in one hand and was beating some melody rhythmically on his arm guard with the other. He was also singing an opera that Han Chunming had never heard of.
"Grandpa, are you resting?"
After confirming the man's identity, Han Chunming's face immediately blossomed with a warm smile.
The village chief heard an unfamiliar voice and opened his eyes in confusion. He saw a young man shamelessly squatting beside him. He picked up a fan beside him and fanned him.
"You, what's the matter?"
The village chief looked at Han Chunming's face warily and quickly determined that it was an unfamiliar face. Then, he leaned his body and pulled away.
He understood the principle of being obsequious for no reason.
This kid was so enthusiastic right from the start. It was definitely not a good thing!
In just a few seconds, the village chief had set up a line of vigilance against Han Chunming.
"It's nothing. I was just passing by this village and I was hungry.”
"Isn't it a coincidence that I didn't bring any money with me, so I was wondering if I could get some food?”Han Chunming first rummaged through his empty pockets in front of the village chief, then put on an aggrieved expression.
He had also learned the simplest point in the process of collecting junk and searching for treasures. When searching for items, he must not let the other party know his intentions!
The village chief still frowned slightly and didn't say anything. He looked at Han Chunming's slightly shameless face with doubt.
"Sir, please smoke!"
"I'm really starving. I came to the countryside to visit my relatives and was too bored to take a walk. In the end, I got lost and I was hungry. I heard that you're the village chief and have a high reputation in the village, so I wanted to give you something to eat.”As Han Chunming spoke, he took out the only thing he had on him from his back pocket, a pack of cigarettes.
In the countryside, these farmers would always smoke a few smokes to relax after finishing their farm work. Passing cigarettes to them was also a great idea to quickly get closer to them.
It was unknown whether Han Chunming had flattered him or handed over a whole box of cigarettes to express his goodwill, but the village chief's vigilant face revealed a little smugness. However, he did not accept the box of cigarettes."Hey, kid, you're right. If our village chief doesn't work for the villagers, can we still be called village chief?”
Immediately after, the village chief bent down and knocked off the unburned cigarette residue on a rock beside him. He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and pointed his chin at the inner room."Let's go, kid. We don't have any big fish or meat, but we have quite a lot of coarse flour and steamed buns.”
"Alright!" Hearing this, Han Chunming instantly beamed with joy. He stood up and followed her in.
Then, the village chief brought a bowl from the kitchen. There were two cornbread buns in the bowl, and then he brought a bowl of water."Eat, it's all yours."
"Thank you!"
After seeing the food on the table, Han Chunming looked like he hadn't eaten for three days. He picked up the steamed bun and swallowed it in big mouthfuls.
The two of them chatted as they ate, but Han Chunming didn't mention the sandalwood sofa at all!
The moment he entered the door, he only took a glance at the sofa and was sure that it was something from the Qing Dynasty!
The set consisted of a three-seater Arhat chair and two single-seater chairs. The surface of the Arhat chair was covered with a thin layer of dust, but the purple-black wood of the sofa could still be clearly seen.
There was a pile of junk around the sofa, almost burying it. There was a pile of crops on the two single seats, but at the same time, the perfect sofa's sense of age was drowned out. This was probably the reason why it could survive the Dark Age until now.
The village chief didn't know that Han Chunming, who was wolfing down the food while talking to him, had already set his eyes on his chair.
During the chat, the village chief couldn't help but smoke two paper cigarettes. However, when Han Chunming said that he wanted to give him the whole pack, he still refused.
"It's our basic requirement that we can't take a needle or a thread from the people. These two are the money for the meal." The village chief explained with a smile.
After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Han Chunming and the village chief exchanged some pleasantries before walking out of the door.
"Kid, be careful on the way back. Don't get lost again.”Village Chief stood up and instructed.
"Alright, you can rest. There's no need to send me off!”When Han Chunming was about to step out of the door, he turned his head and waved in a very natural manner.
The village chief nodded and was about to sit back down to rest when he suddenly heard Han Chunming exclaim.
"Aiyo, this sofa!"
"It's the same set as my table!”The village chief had just sat down and pulled out his pipe when he heard Han Chunming's exclamation. When he looked up, he saw that the kid had already scurried to his sofa.
"Did you hit a carpenter surnamed Liu in the neighboring village? It's simply the same model as my table!”Without giving the village chief a chance to speak, Han Chunming squatted down and looked at the long-buried Luohan chair while making up a name and continuing to exclaim.
"What? Carpenter Liu?" Village Chief was stunned.
"This chair has been in my house since I was born. I don't know where it came from.”Seeing Han Chunming's surprised expression, the village chief was also stunned.
This guy's expression was as if he had seen his long-lost son!
"Tsk, I have a table at home. I wanted to ask Carpenter Liu to make a chair for me, but unfortunately, he has passed away.”Han Chunming looked at Carpenter Liu from head to toe as if he had really passed away.
Then, Han Chunming leaned his head against the wall and looked down at the back of the chair with difficulty, trying to find some surprise.
The next moment, Han Chunming's body stiffened. His pupils constricted, and his breathing quickened.
"Dragon tattoo…"
"This item belongs to Qianlong!" When Han Chunming saw the dragon pattern on the back of the chair, his brain buzzed and he froze.
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