11-way has the benefits of 11-way.

Along the way, you can enjoy the scenery of the streets of Beijing.

Such an authentic ancient building in Beijing is not easy to see in future generations.

Although a lot of it has been preserved, it has also lost its current taste.

Dashilar is an old commercial street in Beijing.

There's a morning market here.

Sell everything!

There are also many nearby farmers who come to buy vegetables and sell mountain goods.

The most important thing is that there are a lot of things here that don't need tickets!

Therefore, many residents in the neighborhood will rush to come early to buy vegetables and things.

Zhang Junping thought he had come early enough, but when he arrived at Dashilar, the commercial street of Dashilan was already full of people and was very lively.

Zhang Junping had just come to the place where he had set up a stall the day before yesterday, and before he could stand firmly, a middle-aged man with glasses and a somewhat thin figure rushed to him and grabbed his arm, "Master Zhang, you are here!"

Zhang Junping was startled by the middle-aged man who suddenly rushed over, took a step back, and dodged the middle-aged man's hand, "This comrade, is there something wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" the middle-aged man also felt that his actions were a little reckless, and hurriedly apologized.

"I am Aunt Wang's son, my name is Wang Bin!

The day before yesterday, you repaired the furniture in my house and pulled away a cart of wood!"

"Oh, Brother Wang, hello!

Are you looking for me?"

Zhang Junping muttered in his heart, is it because of the car of wood?

Came to find the back account?

If it's really because of the wood, it's a big deal to return the wood to the other party.

Although those pieces of wood are valuable, they can't argue with each other for a cart of wood.

He eats by hand, not by wood.

Wood can only be said to be the icing on the cake.

It's better to have it, and it's not so bad that you can't eat.

Zhang Junping made up his mind and looked at the middle-aged man calmly.

"Master Zhang, do you still want wood?" the middle-aged man asked with some eagerness.

"What's the matter, big brother, still has such wood?" Zhang Junping was stunned for a moment, the middle-aged man was not looking for a back account, but came to deliver wood to himself?

Do you want?

Definitely!

Although in Zhang Junping's heart, craftsmanship is more important than wood.

But good wood is not excluded!

Good wood, the more the merrier!

"Oh no!

That, I want to ask, will you repair old furniture?" the middle-aged man also realized that what he said was a bit off-topic, and hurriedly corrected it.

"Repair old furniture?"

Zhang Junping was stunned when asked, wasn't the old furniture he repaired for his house the day before yesterday?

Seeing Zhang Junping's puzzled eyes, the middle-aged man explained: "That, I mean the furniture that is older than those furniture in my house!"

"Are you illustrating the old furniture of the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China?" Zhang Junping asked after thinking for a while.

The table of eight immortals in his house was before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and it was older than that, that is, during the Ming and Qing dynasties and the Republic of China.

"Yes, yes!

I see that the Eight Immortals table you built for our family is very good, so I want to ask, will you repair the old furniture from the Ming and Qing dynasties?"

"Yes!"

"Great!

Little comrade, let me introduce myself, I am the stationmaster of Tianqiao Thrift Freight Station, my name is Wang Bin, the son of Aunt Wang!

That's right, there are a lot of old furniture in our thrift station, all of which are damaged in various ways, and I want you to help us repair the furniture!" Wang Bin said his request in one breath.

yes, I really think of myself as a furniture repairer.

However, repairing ancient furniture in the Ming and Qing dynasties is a good job, which makes Zhang Junping very excited.

In later generations, a set of antique furniture from the Ming and Qing dynasties often cost millions of dollars, even if Zhang Junping was a top carpenter, he was not extravagant enough to disassemble the antique furniture of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

In later generations, how did those imitation Ming and Qing dynasty furniture imitate?

Take a photo of the furniture, or look at the real furniture, take a ruler and make a comparison, ponder slowly, half reason, half imagine to imitate.

Basically, no one is willing to take the furniture apart and study it.

Now, to have the opportunity to get close to the antique furniture of the Ming and Qing dynasties, and it is disassembled, you can play how you want, which is definitely Zhang Junping's dream.

He believes that after a period of research, in the field of carpenters, it will definitely be able to perfectly restore and replicate the ancient furniture of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

In the future, it is not a dream to become the world's top carpenter!

The carpenter, is a carpenter, a synthesis of wood carving.

A good carpenter is not necessarily a good woodcarver, and a good woodcarver is not necessarily a good carpenter.

However, a good carpenter must be a good carpenter and a good woodcarver.

"Yes!" Zhang Junping couldn't help but be moved, and agreed very simply.

"Okay, when can Master Zhang go? I don't know how to calculate the maintenance fee?

Is it still worth using this kind of wood to pay for maintenance?" asked Wang Bin politely.

This is the reason why Wang Bin asked Zhang Junping if he wanted wood just now.

"Tomorrow! I've got to set up a stall today, and I just made a few folding chairs yesterday!

When I sell these folding chairs, I'll go with you!" Zhang Junping said as he showed Wang Bin the folding chair he was carrying on his back.

"This is what Master Zhang just made? It's really good!" After seeing the folding chair made by Zhang Junping, Wang Bin was even more sure that the decision to ask Zhang Junping to repair the furniture was not wrong.

Although the folding chair is simple in shape, the craftsmanship level can still be seen from the workmanship of the folding chair.

The small folding chair is completely handmade, without a single nail, without a trace of glue glue, and the mortise and tenon joints are tightly fitted.

It looks small, but it doesn't look slender.

"Master Zhang, how much are you going to sell this folding chair?"

"A handful for a dollar!"

"In this way, I want all five folding chairs of yours!" Wang Bin simply bought Zhang Junping's folding chair.

These five folding chairs are really beautiful, and they are just right for use at home.

The early 80s was an era when you had to ask for a ticket to buy anything.

Not to mention furniture, even the firewood to buy a pot has to be bought with a ticket.

At the end of the 70s and 80s, it was the peak period for educated youths to return to the city.

Many of the educated youths who have returned to the city are already in their twenties, or even twenty-four, and belong to the older unmarried youth.

So followed by the peak period of returning to the city, what came was the marriage famine and the peak of marriage.

This has led to a further shortage of furniture.

Therefore, Zhang Junping's folding chair is really not worried about selling, and it is definitely a hundred times better than wood carving.

"This comrade, how can you do this!

You buy it all at once, what should we do?" Before Zhang Junping could speak, someone next to him was unhappy.

Zhang Junping attracted the attention of some people with a folding chair on his back, but I don't know whether Zhang Junping sold it or bought it.

Now I heard that it is sold, so it is naturally fast and slow.

As a result, before they could speak, Wang Bin was about to end the pot, and several people who wanted to buy it were naturally unhappy and protested one after another.

Zhang Junping himself didn't expect that his folding chair would be so popular.

Zhang Junping's folding chairs were snapped up by several passers-by in less than two minutes.

Wang Bin, who was the first to open his mouth to want, didn't grab a handful.

Looking at the money in his hand, Zhang Junping was in a daze.

A lot of money, it's all gross tickets, and he doesn't even know how much it is.

Anyway, a few women stuffed the money into his hand, and then snatched the folding chair with the snatch.

He really couldn't figure it out, how many folding chairs were there?

I don't know, I thought it was pork without meat tickets, or soybean oil and peanut oil without oil tickets.

It's just crazy.

However, the crazy crowd did not disperse because the folding chairs were sold out, and still surrounded Zhang Junping.

"More? I want two!"

"I want five!"

There were also many people holding up the money, shouting and trying to stuff it into Zhang Junping's hands.

Zhang Junping didn't dare to answer, so he could only shout back loudly, "Big brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, the folding chair is gone!"

"Little comrade, why are you only a few folding chairs?"

"Little comrade, do you still have this folding chair tomorrow?

I want four!"

"I want six!"

A few who didn't grab it surrounded Zhang Junping and asked if there would be tomorrow.

"This eldest sister, I made these handfuls yesterday, and I ......... tomorrow"

"Little Master Zhang!" Wang Bin heard that Zhang Junping was going to promise to sell folding chairs tomorrow, and he suddenly became anxious, and grabbed Zhang Junping and wanted to pull him aside.

"Hey, how can you be like that, comrade?"

"That is, is there any quality?"

"Look at you Sven, how can this be?"

Wang Bin's actions angered a crowd of people who had not bought folding chairs and were surrounding Zhang Junping.

The siege of Wang Bin began.

"Big brothers and sisters, aunts and uncles, this is my friend!

Let's say something else!

As for the folding chair, I'll be here tomorrow morning!" Zhang Junping hurriedly spoke out to help Wang Bin out of the siege.

Finally, after appeasing everyone, Zhang Junping followed Wang Bin to the side.

Wang Bin smiled bitterly in his heart, I would rather you not relieve me of the siege.

Let them continue to besiege me!

In Wang Bin's heart, it doesn't matter what folding chairs are, the most important thing is to repair the ancient furniture of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

If you promise to make folding chairs for everyone, then there is still time to repair the furniture?

Wang Bin understands the shortage of furniture more thoroughly than Zhang Junping.

Whether Zhang Junping can be invited to repair furniture is a major event related to his career.

Yesterday, Wang Bin took a day off and waited for Zhang Junping in Dashilar for a day.

This matter also starts with the Eight Immortals Table that Zhang Junping repaired for his family.

Aunt Wang didn't understand, she only knew that Zhang Junping's Eight Immortals Table was sturdy and not shaking at all.

However, Wang Bin, as the deputy stationmaster of the old freight station, often deals with old furniture in the Ming and Qing dynasties and the Republic of China.

After Zhang Junping's repair, the Eight Immortals Table only added a chuck tenon, and the entire Eight Immortals Table looked much better than the original.

If it wasn't Aunt Wang, he couldn't recognize that this was the Eight Immortals Table that he had used at home for decades.

According to Aunt Wang, this table has also been heightened and spliced together.

However, no matter how Ren Wangbin checked, he couldn't see any traces of heightened splicing.

Shaking vigorously, the Eight Immortals table, which was originally shaking badly, did not move at all.

It's just like new!

This craftsmanship made Wang Bin stunned.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.