Beside He Yuzhu was a bearded man who sold noodles. When he saw that the onlookers had left, he took the initiative to approach them.
"Little brother, do you want to sell this set in a package? Tomorrow was his father's 60th birthday. The year wasn't good, so he couldn't afford to hold a big banquet. He wanted to make a braised meal for the old family.”
The bearded man looked quite simple. There was a three-centimeter-long scar on his handsome black face. He looked like a person with a story.
"Sure, I'll give you a discount. I have about 30 catties of water here. I'll give you 30 yuan in total. Pig intestines were a little more expensive, and pig lungs were a little cheaper. On average, they cost about 1 yuan per catty.”
He Yuzhu thought to himself that it was a good relationship. It would save him the trouble of selling it bit by bit.
"30 yuan isn't expensive, but I only have 24 yuan. How about this? Wait for me for a while. I'll sell the noodles before buying yours.”
The bearded man was pushing a small cart made of wood. There was a big bag on each side, and each bag was estimated to be about 100 pounds.
The cornmeal was only 10 cents per catty. After selling these two bags, the money would definitely be enough.
"Hey, 24 yuan. You can add some noodles.”Fortunately, he was only short of 6 yuan. If he exchanged it for 60 catties of noodles, it would be difficult to get any more.
"Very straightforward, I'll gather 60 pounds for you.”
He Yuzhu took out all the pig offal. The two of them hung it on the scale and weighed it. It was more than 34 pounds. This was only 30 yuan. The bearded man had made a huge profit.
"34 catties. I'll add a few catties of noodles for you.”
"No need. Give me this bag. Otherwise, I can't take it.”
"Thank you, little brother. I have to hurry up and go back to get a big pot to cook.”The bearded man returned the favor and left in a hurry, pushing the cart as if he was afraid that He Yuzhu would regret it.
He Yuzhu stuffed the 60 pounds of noodles into the bamboo basket with great effort. After closing the lid, he transferred the noodles into his Dimensional Pocket.
It was better to be careful than to let anyone find out about his secret.
That's all for today.
He Yuzhu was about to go home with a bamboo basket on his back when an old man drove a donkey cart over with a pair of chairs.
The chairs had an ancient appearance, exquisite workmanship, and exquisite carvings. They looked very realistic.
Not bad, sitting and drinking tea was just right.
"How much is this chair?" He Yuzhu did not have much experience with furniture, and he did not know how much this kind of mahogany furniture was worth.
"This is a pair of Ming Dynasty armchairs made of rosewood.”The old man who spoke had a white beard on his chin. His body was clean and he looked like a cultured person.
"Huanghuali? Is it sturdy?"
He Yuzhu knew that the price of the yellow rosewood in the future was sky-high, but it was a pity that he could not confirm the authenticity of this antique chair. Now, he could only buy it as an ordinary chair.
"This chair is more than 400 years old, and it's still fine. How can it not be strong?”The old man shook his head. In this day and age, antiques could only be sold as furniture.
"How much?"
"This pair of armchairs and the tea table in the middle are considered a set. It costs a total of 200 yuan.”The old man extended two fingers.
"200 yuan? Do you think this is an antique street? This is Pigeon City. People exchange items for life-saving food. Let alone 200 yuan, no one would even exchange 200 catties of noodles with you.”
A middle-aged man in a Chinese tunic suit was quite interested. When he heard the old man say 200 yuan, he held the 18 yuan in his hand and turned around to leave.
He Yuzhu had less than 50 yuan on hand. It seemed that there was no chance of success. It was a pity that this set of chairs was not bad. It was simple and elegant. The more people looked at it, the more they liked it.
"Little brother, why don't you name a price? If it weren't for the bad times, I wouldn't be willing to sell this armchair no matter what.”When the old man saw that the onlookers had left after hearing his bid, he was a little anxious.
His family was already in dire straits.
"I do like this pair of chairs, but I really don't have that much money right now.”
"How about 100 yuan? I'm not afraid that you'll laugh at me, but my family is still waiting to eat.”The old man shook his head and sighed deeply.
"Grandpa, I can only pay 30 yuan. I have a family to support.”
30 yuan was too low. Someone had offered 50 yuan yesterday.
The old man sighed. Sigh, forget it. He had shamelessly borrowed this car from his neighbor. He had borrowed it for two days in a row. The old man was really embarrassed to borrow it for the third time.
" Little brother, the lowest price is 55 yuan. Someone already offered 50 yuan yesterday. I can't bear to sell it…"
He Yuzhu looked at the old man's struggling face. The heartache and reluctance did not seem to be faked. This set of huanghuali armchair might be real!
Even if it was a fake, he would admit it. Who asked the old man's acting skills to be so realistic? Besides, it was only 55 yuan. Even if it was not an antique, the wood and craftsmanship alone would be worth more than that.
"Grandpa, how about this? I'll give you 30 yuan, 20 catties of pork, and 60 catties of noodles. Please help me pull the chair home. I'll pay for your travel expenses."
"Alright!" The old man had been selling in Pigeon City for a day, and the highest price he offered was 50 yuan. This little brother added more money to his own things, so it was about 56 yuan. He sold it!
Especially now, when buying meat required a meat ticket. It was most appropriate to give 20 catties of pork directly.
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