The door of this house is hidden, so that people can know that there are people in the house at a glance.

Xia Haifeng walked to the door and patted the lion knocker on the door with his hand, and shouted inside: "Second brother, are you at home?" ”

When he was on the road, Xia Haifeng introduced the situation of the family to Fang Yong and Cheng Jiahe. This family is the same family as Xia Haifeng, but the seniority is slightly lower. The "second brother" Xia Haifeng called is actually over seventy years old, and his name is Xia Haijun. The children are all out of town, and they are the only two in the family.

Although the demolition fee has been paid, the old man still hopes to live until the day of the real demolition, and then go to live with the children.

Hearing someone shouting outside the door, he saw a thin old man walking out of the courtyard with a broom, Fang Yong knew that this old man was Xia Haijun. Seeing Xia Haifeng leading the two young men, he grinned and said, "It's Haifeng, come in!" Come on in! ”

"This is my nephew Cheng Jiahe, this is my nephew's classmate, I want you to come here to see those old pieces of furniture." Xia Haifeng said straight to the point.

"Hello uncle!" Fang Yong and Cheng Jiahe greeted the old man Xia Haijun, and then Fang Yong handed the old man a cigarette.

After entering the courtyard, Fang Yong saw that the yard was very clean and tidy, and although there were some poultry, there was no smell from livestock.

"Where's my second sister-in-law?" I didn't see Xia Haijun's wife, Xia Haifeng asked.

"Isn't this about to be demolished, she went to the market today to sell those big roosters. Haifeng, this time I will give you a lot of demolition fees! Xia Haijun replied

Xia Haifeng said: "Three courtyards, only more than 2 million were given. Even if we want to move back, it is impossible to live in this spacious courtyard. ”

"Who says it's not, I'm over 70 years old, and it's hard to let me climb the stairs again!" Xia Haijun complained.

The two of them talked and chatted, and then led Fang Yong and Cheng Jiahe into the hall.

Entered the house. Fang Yong found that the furnishings inside were also very neat, and the furniture was not spotless, but it was also very clean. There is a layer of green bricks on the ground diagonally, which may be the reason for the perennial walking, and some places are no longer too flat.

Xia Haijun pointed to the Eight Immortals table and a few chairs in the middle of the hall and said, "I sold some in the first two days, and that's all I have left. Originally, I wanted to keep it for the children, but this is not going to be developed soon, and I will have to live in a building in the future, and it will be a bit out of step with the times to put these furniture in place. ”

Then Xia Haijun looked at Cheng Jiahe and Fang Yong and said, "You are relatives of my Haifeng brothers, if you can see it, just give some money and take it." ”

Although the old man said so. But Fang Yong couldn't do that. This is not a few years ago, it is the national collection fever now, and there are more and more collectors running here in the past few days, and the market has followed. Moreover, the old man had already sold some furniture two days ago, so he must have already understood the market.

"Uncle, let's take a look first!" Fang Yong said to Xia Haijun.

"Okay! Look at it! After Xia Haijun finished speaking, he chatted with Xia Haifeng and the others.

Fang Yong walked forward to check the Eight Immortals table, and Cheng Jiahe also came over.

The whole Eight Immortals table has a simple shape, dark brown, and clear wood grain. On the surface, it can be seen that a layer of varnish has been applied. This table of eight immortals is not carved with any intricate ornamentation, only some simple ornamentation is carved on the rim of the table.

Fang Yong squatted down, leaned over to look inside the Eight Immortals Table, and saw that the entire Eight Immortals Table was all connected by hand with mortise and tenon joints. There is not a trace of metal. Shake the table of the Eight Immortals, the table is very solid and firm.

From the perspective of modeling, it should belong to the folk products of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, and there is no luxurious decoration. Great attention is paid to the practicality of the furniture.

Judging from the material, Fang Yong felt that this Eight Immortals table was made of yellow rosewood. Furniture is different from other antiques, and other antiques generally determine their value based on age and culture. The key to determining the value of classical furniture lies in the wood used to make furniture.

Most of China's classical furniture is made of hard wood, so hard wood such as sandalwood or rosewood has become the first choice for furniture.

Don't look at the price of sandalwood rosewood now, but it is not necessarily very valuable in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and ordinary families with a comfortable life can afford it.

Fang Yong looked at the chairs again, they were made of the same material as this Eight Immortals table. If it is really made of yellow rosewood, the market value will definitely exceed 500,000.

Although Uncle Xia said just now that he could just give some money, Fang Yong was thinking about how much money he would give Xia Haiyang.

Calling Cheng Jiahe to the courtyard, Fang Yong said, "Old Cheng, what do you think of this set of furniture?" ”

"It looks like it's made of rosewood." Cheng Jiahe said with some uncertainty.

"It's not like, it's actually made of rosewood. Hey-Lao Cheng, do you want to get rich? Fang Yong said.

"Yes! How don't you want to! Cheng Jiahe said, and then Cheng Jiahe looked at the set of furniture in the hall, "You mean ......?"

"We bought it together, shipped it to the capital and sold ......it," Fang Yong whispered.

Hearing Fang Yong say this, Cheng Jiahe's heart began to itch.

After negotiating with Uncle Xia Haiyang, Fang Yong gave the old man 100,000 yuan and bought this set of rosewood furniture.

Because of the development, there are trucks transporting furniture near the village these days. With the help of Xia Haifeng, a transport truck was quickly found.

Don't look at the fact that things haven't been done much, but time flies, and it's noon in a blink of an eye. If you run from house to house, you don't know how long it will take to walk through the whole village. So, he turned on the consciousness detection, enveloped the entire village, and used the consciousness detection to find treasures that could be collected.

At this moment, several stickers with a thick red mist came into Fang Yong's mind, haha, what a treasure!

Fang Yong looked at the location where the red mist was emitted, and knew from the historical images that the courtyard was once a landlord's house. And the place where the treasure was hidden was also very difficult to find, so Fang Yong guessed that the treasure would not be discovered for a while, so he instructed the porter to carefully load the yellow rosewood furniture he bought with Cheng Jiahe into the car.

"Uncle Xia, did our village have any houses where the landlords and old jackals lived before?" Fang Yong asked Xia Haifeng.

Xia Haifeng thought for a while and said: "Yes, yes, it's just that the land has been divided when the local tyrants were divided at that time, and the current Zhang Xiuqing's family is." ”

"Can you take us to his house?" Although I don't know if this Liu Xiuqing's house is a place to store treasures, Fang Yong still asked.

"Okay, I'll show you again." Xia Haifeng agreed. (To be continued......)

PS: Today's Internet speed is very slow, I finished writing at six o'clock in the afternoon, and it took more than an hour to upload it, and I was depressed!!