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After eating the "reunion" dinner, the three of them went to school. Xue Xiang moved the food and dishes he bought back to the kitchen and put them away, swept away the leftover buns and fritters eaten by the three of them, and devoured them for a while, about to kill more than three catties. Xue Xiang made himself a cup of tea, leaned on the sand, put his legs on the table for eating, and began to think about the way out in the future. He doesn't know where to go in the future, although he has set up his ambition to make a name for himself, he doesn't know where to stay, so let's take my time.

Xue Xiang suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and when the tall buildings rose from the ground, he decided to take care of the most important thing at the moment---- eating, in the final analysis, it was a matter of money. Although he "robbed" a group of bikers and seized more than 100 yuan, he had already spent more than half of it, counting his original 30 yuan, there were still more than 100 yuan, and then he had to buy a lot of food, drink and clothing for his three younger siblings, which could not last for a few days. Although the Revolutionary Committee will give them a few brothers and sisters living expenses every month, the four of them add up to about sixty yuan, and it is no problem to rely on these money to eat, but it is a big problem to maintain the life in his mind, Xue Xiang does not want the whole family to join the beggar gang collectively. He didn't plan to live a squirry at all, he had decades of more knowledge than today, if he couldn't even feed his younger brothers and sisters, it would be better to find a piece of tofu and die headlong.

In these years, there are very few ways to make money, and it is not possible to rely on commercial means in later generations, and the old aunt has to go to the purchase station to sell an egg, and the chickens can only raise a few, and only save about 30 eggs a month. It's quick to continue to rob the bikers, but people are not stupid, and they can't go out of their way to arrest you when they hit you all day long.

Xue Xiang couldn't think about it, he had a headache, he kicked on the edge of the case, and the case fell to the ground with a bang, Xue Xiang hurriedly got up to help, this is one of the few "tables" in the house, and it will be troublesome to eat after it is broken. Xue Xiang gently lifted up with his hand, but he didn't lift it, and he increased his strength to lift the case. Xue Xiang was a little curious, and held the corner of the case with his left hand and lifted it up, weighing about two hundred catties in his hand. What wood is so heavy? Only then did Xue Xiang take a closer look at the case. The case is about 15 centimeters long and about 10 centimeters wide, and its surface and four legs are painted with yellow paint, and the texture is not visible. Xue Xiang overturned the table and observed the bottom of the case, only to see that the color was purple and black, the texture was extremely long, and it was in the form of strands of twisted lines, very similar to the hair on the back of a cow. Isn't this the famous rosewood in later generations! Xue Xiang was ecstatic.

Although Xue Xiang in his previous life was not a professional engaged in antique collection and identification, he was also an avid collector. Xue Xiang is even more passionate about rosewood, of course, he knows the basic characteristics of rosewood, and he is 100% sure that this is a rosewood case. If it is a porcelain, calligraphy and painting and other cultural toys, Xue Xiang may not be sure, those types of antiques have been aged and counterfeited for thousands of years, reaching the peak of Cheng dù, even in the Forbidden City Museum in later generations. But rosewood is a kind of wood, looking at its texture and color, it is basically recognizable at a glance, and then weighing its weight, it is basically not wrong. What's more, this case is painted with yellow paint, obviously trying to hide its true face, and the fake will not be so painstaking. Xue Xiang carefully scraped off a small piece of paint from the table legs, revealing a satin-like sheen, and the rosewood was unmistakable.

Rosewood is one of the most precious woods in the world, the texture is hard and tight, the quality is extremely heavy, it sinks when it enters the water, it is the top wood for making zuò furniture, it is dedicated to the royal nobles, and has always been deeply loved by literati and scholars, dignitaries and eunuchs. Rosewood is difficult to grow, the diameter is usually only about fifteen centimeters, and it is difficult to be strong, and the trunk is twisted and rarely straight, there are many cavities, and it is extremely difficult to become a tree, so there are very few rosewood utensils the size of this case. At the end of the Qing Dynasty, Hu Xueyan, a famous red-roofed businessman, collected a huge case and loved it like a treasure. Later, this piece of case changed hands several times, for a hundred years, and finally entered the Ouchi in 2ooo and became a royal product for placing the handwritten letters of giants.

Although the red sandalwood at this time is precious, it is far from reaching the point of every inch of sandalwood in the future, Xue Xiang knows how terrible the price of red sandalwood will be in the future, and compared with the present, the value will increase by more than 10,000 times. Xue Xiang never thought about selling this red sandalwood case, first, he loved red sandalwood very much, he never had it in his previous life, how could he be willing to let go in this life; Second, the appearance of rosewood opened a door for him to make money - reselling antiques.

At this time, although it is not allowed to engage in private economy, it is not forbidden for you to dispose of your own things, as long as you bring your household registration book, you can go to the entrusted office to handle transactions. Xue Xiang's plan was to "quietly enter the village, don't shoot guns", go to various small alleys and villages on the outskirts of the city to dig up old houses, buy them back at a low price, and scatter them to various consignment offices in the capital to sell. Although there is a suspicion of speculation, as long as you are a little careful, the possibility of chaos is still very low

While Xue Xiang thought of reselling antiques, he also remembered another thing.

That was eight years ago, the catastrophe had just reached the most, and the young generals in the capital were raiding homes everywhere to arrest people, and at that time his uncle had not been impacted, and Xue Dangkou, the eldest brother of the uncle's family, was also the leader of a rebel squad. Eight-year-old Xue Xiang saw that they were making a lot of noise, and he also followed Xue Dangkou's ass all day long.

That time it was copied to the home of a university professor, the old professor was in his seventies, had no children and no daughters, and only had a room full of books. Until now, Xue Xiang is still impressed, walking into his house is like walking into a sea of paper mountains and books, the home is extremely simple, there is no kitchen, no bedroom, only a small bathroom, the wide room is filled with seven or eight large bookshelves, and the bookshelves are full of books. A small bed was placed in the middle of the bookshelf, and he seemed to be sleeping in a sea of books. When raiding his house, Xue Dangkou's team was all dispatched, and more than a dozen people pulled seven or eight small carts and rushed over. The old professor tried his best to prevent him from copying the book, but where could he be able to defeat a dozen "revolutionary generals", and he was rectified after a while and couldn't get up. Finally, a large black wooden box was copied out from under his bed, and a large iron lock was hung on the box, and more than a dozen people were happy at that time, and there were certain goods in it, and they scolded the old man to hand over the key, and the old professor refused to obey. Xue Dangkou didn't talk nonsense with him, and chopped the iron lock away with an axe, and as soon as the iron lock was split, the old professor fainted. More than a dozen people hurriedly rushed forward to see how much gold and silver treasure the old man had hidden, and when they opened the box, everyone was dumbfounded, and there were two porcelain vases, a painting, and a few books lying in the box, and nothing else. Everyone felt that they had been tricked by the old man, and they were a little embarrassed, and they shouted that they would bury the remnants of the bourgeoisie together with those rotten and backward books, and the young generals pulled the cart and went to the mass grave in the eastern suburbs. Mass graves are full of pits, and the surrounding area is empty, which is convenient for burying the corpse and burning the "stolen goods" (without worrying about fire), which is a good place to bury the "decay".

It was windy that day, the weather was overcast, and tens of thousands of books were piled up into a small mountain, which could not be burned for a while and a half, and the young generals were a little annoyed and left first, leaving Xue Xiang and another boy in his teens to watch the fire on the side, Xue Xiang and the two stood a little tired, and dragged the black boxes copied out of the old professor's house and sat back to back. The fire of the wind burned half of the sky red, and the sky became more and more gloomy, and the black clouds pressed very low, as if they were about to fall. After a long while, the book was almost burned, and only a small fire remained, and the two of them got up and lifted the box under their butts and pushed into the fire. At this moment, a torrential rain began to fall, and the fire was extinguished in an instant. On a June day, the child's face, the rainstorm came and went quickly, and before Xue Xiang and the two could find a place to shelter from the rain, the rain stopped. The two approached the fire and saw that the box was only burned on the surface, and the two had already been annoyed by the rain, and were in a hurry to go home and change their clothes. I found a deep pit nearby, pushed the box into it casually, and buried it hastily with a little floating soil with my foot. Afterwards, within a few days, Xue Xiang heard that the old professor had died, and he was buried in the mass grave where they burned books. Later, I heard Xue Dangkou say that he was a history teacher at Beijing University, an old diehard, and he died without repentance, and he hanged himself at home on the day they finished raiding his home.

The dusty memories aroused Xue Xiang's curiosity, and he vaguely felt that the things in the black box must not be simple, and decided to visit the mass grave at night tonight.

Xue Xiang raised his hand and looked at the time, it was already past nine o'clock, got up and cleaned up the hall, and moved the rosewood case into his room. Such a precious object, how could Xue Xiang be willing to use it as a dining table, and the tiger skin wallet had an ending and collected it.

The rosewood case ended its history as a dinner table, but a new question arose, what to do with dinner in the future. Easy to do! The great leader taught us that we should do it ourselves and have enough food and clothing, and Xue Xiang decided to make a table by himself. Xue Xiang found a hammer and nails from the side room where the groceries were piled up, as well as a few planks and sticks, and knocked them on the ground with a clanging sound, and after working for a long time, a brand-new parallelogram square table was born. Xue Xiang of the newly made square table, his four legs tilted in one direction, he couldn't stand at all, and as soon as he let go, the table collapsed. It seems that there is always a distance between theory and practice, and if you do it yourself, you may also lack food and clothing, Xue Xiang laughed at himself in his heart.

Xue Xiang was facing the newly made disabled table, and Lei Xiaotian and the six of them arrived together.

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