No wonder Feng Hua guessed that this chair was a dragon chair, and if it was other chairs, there was no reason to put it here. And she took a closer look, the dragon on the back of the chair was indeed five-clawed, in all dynasties, only the emperor could use the five-clawed golden dragon, and the other vassal kings were all four-clawed.

Old man Wu probably knew where these furniture were placed, and carefully took the lamp around the furniture.

"See, how's that?" Old man Wu said a little proudly.

"Beautiful!" Feng Hua praised. It's really beautiful, this time she took a closer look at the carvings of several other pieces of furniture, and sure enough, they are all carved dragons and phoenixes, and the dragon must be a five-clawed golden dragon, not only the chair is a dragon chair, but the bed and the desk are all used by the queen.

Feng Hua walked over, stroked a dragon on the handle of the chair, and asked, "This is from the Qing Dynasty?" ”

Old man Wu nodded: "The Ming Dynasty is not easy to find, and the Qing Dynasty has more circulation." ”

Feng Hua nodded: "Grandpa Wu, you didn't just ask me to come and admire, right?" ”

"Hahaha! This is our family heirloom, you can't give it all, you can only choose one. ”

After that, Old Man Wu carefully introduced the origin of each piece of furniture, and these three beds turned out to be the three most famous emperors of the Qing Dynasty.

Feng Hua walked over and carefully sat on the bed for a while~Feel the closest contact with historical celebrities~

She didn't doubt Old Man Wu's words, now the mahogany furniture is worthless, even the dragon chair and dragon bed are the same fate.

In the later generations, the dragon chair of the golden silk nan wood lacquered gold in the Taihe Hall of the Forbidden City was handed down in the Ming Dynasty, and was placed until the end of the Qing Dynasty, when Yuan Shikai ascended the throne in 1915, the dragon chair was dismantled, and replaced with a combination of Chinese and Western, in line with his own height, and his legs were short~

As a result, the original dragon chair of the Ming Dynasty was thrown away, and in 1947, people removed Yuan Shikai's chair from the Taihe Palace, and wanted to put the original one back, but they couldn't find it!

It wasn't until last year, in 1959, that a man found the dragon chair on an old photo of a foreigner, and based on this picture, he searched for several months in the capital and pulled it out of a warehouse where old furniture was stored.

The dragon chair is in a dilapidated state... Because everyone else thinks it's an ordinary chair. Later, it took 3 years for the craftsman to repair it, and it has been placed in the Taihe Hall since then.

And it is not the chair of the Taihe Hall that is called the dragon chair, all the chairs that can only sit on the emperor are called the dragon chair, the imperial study, the palace of nourishing the heart, which one, there are many. And unlike the dragon chairs in the Taihe Palace, these dragon chairs used by each emperor every day, not to mention the frequent change, have also been changed several times, and the number of surviving is relatively large.

Feng Hua sighed, she was late. If she had come last year, before those people rummaged, she might have scavenged a lot of dragon chairs, dragon beds or something, even the chairs in the Taihe Palace, she might have started~

It's a pity that it has been sifted through by someone with a heart, and other mahogany furniture may still be piled up casually, but the prefix "dragon" will probably be collected.

Forget it, you can't be insatiable, you have to leave a way for others to live. Feng Hua comforted himself, the five-clawed golden dragon is gone, and the four-clawed golden dragon can still be had! ~

After looking at a few more pieces of furniture, Feng Hua finally chose the largest and best-preserved dragon bed. If you put aside the "connotation", of course, you will fight for weight! Mahogany is money by weight. Besides, everyone starts with the word "dragon", and the connotation is almost the same, so naturally the big one is more valuable than the small one.

Old man Wu gave Feng Hua a thumbs up: "Have a vision!" ”

In the end, this dragon bed was sold for 100 catties of rice......

Feng Hua and Old Man Wu were quite complicated in their hearts.

Old man Wu felt that he had earned for a while, and for a while he felt that he had lost. It's really that the current grain price is a little too chaotic, with a white market value of 20 yuan for 100 catties of rice and a black market value of 5,000 yuan.

And mahogany furniture is really no market now, the dragon chairs that have been inherited for thousands of years are piled up in the warehouse and almost burned, what do you have a dragon bed?

Last year, the dragon chair was vigorously searched, and even the furniture of the Wu family was turned over, and finally found it elsewhere, and the old man Wu naturally knew what happened to the dragon chair, and he died of the current mahogany market, Sun Liqin came to rent it again, and he comforted himself, "broken things" are not worth much......

Now that I have changed a bag of rice, I should make money! Old man Wu gritted his teeth and comforted himself.

Feng Hua has no reason to be unhappy~ A bag of rice for a dragon chair, I feel crazy when I think about it.

"Grandpa Wu, if you still want to make a move, you must keep it for me! I pay a high price! Feng Hua said.

Old man Wu hurriedly shook his head: "If you don't sell it, you won't sell it." "I can't hold back on selling coffin boards! Even if he sold this handful, he felt that he was impulsive, why did he bring this young man just now......

I'm still old, my concentration is not enough, and the thanksgiving meeting just now was too engrossed, and I didn't hold it for a while.

Old man Wu is going to call Wu Jiu to come in and carry the bed together, as for the janitor, there is no need to call it, that is really not a master of the hidden world, moving a rosewood bed can make him tired.

Feng Hua stopped Old Man Wu: "You don't need to find someone, I'll just move with Fourth Brother Wu." ”

Old man Wu looked at her, his eyes full of disbelief.

Feng Hua didn't explain, walked to the side of the bed, and divided the assembled complete bed into pieces with three strokes and five divisions. This dragon bed is nearly three meters high, surrounded on three sides, and the side of the opening is carved with dragons and phoenixes all around, it can be said that each piece is not light, and it has to be dozens of catties and hundreds of catties.

Feng Hua lifted the weight and removed it lightly and put it on the ground. I suddenly sighed in my heart, the emperor is really bold, if the connection is not strong, it will fall down, and he will be stoned to death...... It's too heavy.

Wu Guangming walked over and went to lift the outermost fence, his grandfather wouldn't be a pit man with a pine bed, right? As a result, after a long time, the fence was only lifted a little, and then he couldn't hold on and fell back to the ground. Well, his grandfather is still very honest and doesn't lie.

That is, this Fang Hua is not a human being.....

Feng Hua also dispelled the idea of letting him help carry it when he saw him like that, and went up and down a few times by himself, and moved all the parts of the entire bed to the yard. Old man Wu asked Wu Jiu to call a few people and carry the bed to the bottom of the mountain.

Feng Hua followed him down the mountain with the heaviest bed board, and the grandfather and grandson didn't speak the whole time, not knowing what to say.

"Who is from their house?" Old man Wu finally waited for the opportunity to ask.

"I didn't see anyone, I didn't make a sound." Wu Guangming said.

Old man Wu nodded, not a drop of water, amazing!

Feng Hua and the others left, collected their things, cleaned up in the space for a long time, admired the beautiful dragon bed, and then returned to the mountain with a bag of rice, called the axe out and had a belated dinner with the Wu family.

After the axe was loaded, the thugs kept moving things with the people of Wujiazhuang, and later Feng Hua saw that he had the intention of entering the basement, so he consciously let the axe go back to the room to rest first.

The axe has now completely found its own positioning, and he will do whatever Feng Hua asks him to do, and he will go without saying a word.