Siheyuan: Struggle Begins in the 1950s

Wang Jianjun's house is relatively old.

Although he closed the door, the aroma of the hot pot still drifted out through the crack in the door.

As a result, it was smelled by a deaf old lady passing by.

The old deaf man just came back from having dinner at Yi Zhonghai's house.

I just wanted to go back to my room and lie down in bed to sleep.

As soon as I arrived in the backyard, I smelled a fragrance.

That's the taste of meat!

The old deaf man is greedy and has a sensitive nose.

Who is cooking meat here in the middle of winter?

The old deaf man sniffed the scent and found that it came from Wang Jianjun's house.

Knowing that it was Wang Jianjun's family who cooked the meat, the old deaf man became a little hesitant.

If it was someone else's house, she would shamelessly go and have a free meal.

But it was a bit difficult for Wang Jianjun.

Last time, that guy smashed her windows for several days in a row and she almost lost her life.

My rogue tactics didn't work on him.

But the old deaf man was really greedy.

That's meat.

Although I just had a meal at Yi Zhonghai's house, it was just steamed corn bread with boiled cabbage.

The old deaf man had no appetite at all.

Yi Zhonghai and his wife seldom eat meat, and if they do, they eat it secretly at night.

As for her good old Sun Shazhu, he doesn't dare to bring vegetables back because he was caught stealing vegetables last time.

This resulted in a significant drop in the old deaf man's food standards during this period.

The old deaf man hesitated for a while but finally couldn't resist the temptation and knocked on the door of Wang Jianjun's house.

After adjusting her mood, she changed into a kind tone and shouted:

"Is Jianjun home?"

Wang Jianjun was eating mutton hotpot when he heard the deaf old lady's voice outside. He didn't get up and shouted directly:

"I am not at home."

The old deaf man was speechless, you are fooling around here.

"Jianjun, open the door first. The old lady has something to tell you."

"Old lady, I told you I wasn't home. And if you have anything to say, just say it outside. I'm not like you. I can hear things with my ears."

Long the Deaf was so angry that his nose almost broke. He knocked the ground hard with his cane and turned away.

As for breaking the glass or swearing, she didn't dare.

Otherwise, she will be the one who suffers.

Wang Jianjun in the room saw that the old deaf man had calmed down, so he just smiled and ignored him.

He continued to eat and drink as much as he could.

Although the temperature can be adjusted in the room, it is still more comfortable to eat hot pot outside in the winter.

The next day, Wang Jianjun was awakened by the cold. When he got up and opened the door, he found that there was a thin layer of snow on the ground outside.

It turns out it has started snowing.

No wonder it feels a little colder today than yesterday.

However, this amount of snow is not enough for making snowmen and having snowball fights.

Put on your wolfskin hat and scarf.

I felt much warmer immediately.

It is much warmer than that cotton coat.

I have to give Shen Chuxia a set someday. She doesn't have a down jacket in this cold winter, and the warmth retention of cotton jackets is still a little lacking.

After reporting to the steel rolling mill, Wang Jianjun was stopped by Zhao Fei just as he was about to leave.

"Jianjun! Come here, I have something good to tell you."

When Wang Jianjun saw his cheerful face, he knew that his plan must have been successful.

"Jianjun, the matter of my application for transfer has basically been finalized."

Zhao Fei pulled Wang Jianjun's arm and said excitedly:

"This time it's all thanks to your deer leg. I just told Director Wang that I'll let you be the team leader after I'm transferred."

"Team leader, there should be someone with more seniority in our team."

Wang Jianjun felt that it was inevitable that some people would have some thoughts about his promotion after only being in the company for a few months.

Zhao Fei waved his hand and said indifferently:

"Our purchasing department speaks with strength. Only when we can get the materials can we convince others. Otherwise, why would those people in Group 1 look down on others?"

When Wang Jianjun heard this, he agreed with it and stopped worrying about it.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhao Fei left, Director Wang called him over.

"Jianjun, Team Leader Zhao should have told you about the transfer. He recommended you to take over his position as team leader, and I support that as well."

Director Wang lowered his voice and said:

"If we can find a way to get a wild boar next month, someone in Group 2 is using his connections to get the position of group leader. If we have something to hand over, it can shut them up."

"No problem, Director. If there is any, I can bring both ends back for you."

Wang Jianjun knew that Director Wang wanted him to use his achievements to shut up those who had ulterior motives.

It so happens that we didn’t bring back any wild boars this month, so we can just bring back two next month. That way no one will have any objections.

After leaving the steel mill, Wang Jianjun rode his bicycle to Wu Jing's home.

According to the address, I found a courtyard house with two entrances.

Wu Jing's yard is smaller than the courtyard house where he lives.

But it is spacious enough for a large family to live in.

Seeing Wang Jianjun coming, Wu Jing warmly invited Wang Jianjun into the house.

"Brother Wang, you're here so early? I thought you would have to wait for a while."

"I just happen to be free, Brother Wu, can you take me to see the goods?"

"No problem, come with me."

As he said that, he took Wang Jianjun to the east wing in the backyard.

There was a big padlock on the door of one of the rooms.

Unlocking the door and pushing it open, Wu Jing called Wang Jianjun into the house.

Wang Jianjun just glanced at the furnishings inside and immediately couldn't take his eyes away.

There were several wooden shelves against the walls of the room, filled with antiques such as porcelain, pottery, jade pieces, calligraphy and paintings.

Those things look very historical.

Seeing this, Wang Jianjun's breathing became heavier.

Wu Jing introduced these things to Wang Jianjun one by one.

"This is a product of the official kiln during the Qianlong period..."

"This belongs to Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty..."

"These two are from the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty..."

"And this one is a painting and calligraphy by Tang Bohu from the Ming Dynasty. That one is a painting by Huang Gongwang."

The more Wang Jianjun listened, the more frightened he became.

Some of these things would be considered national treasures in later generations.

Gotta get them!

After introducing these treasures, Wu Jing also said with some emotion:

"These things were all saved by my ancestors with great efforts. I still remember that when my great-grandfather was alive, he repeatedly told my grandfather not to sell these things unless it was absolutely necessary.

My grandfather later became addicted to smoking opium and sold some of his belongings. Fortunately, he died early from smoking too much opium, leaving most of the family fortune to me and my father.

Although my father didn’t smoke opium, he often went to the Eight Great Hutongs to look for girls. Later, he got an internal disease and died early. ”

After hearing this, Wang Jianjun didn't know where to start complaining.

Three generations of the family have been involved in prostitution, gambling and drugs, and the only thing missing is gambling. I don’t know if this guy can get them together.

The two discussed the price.

Wang Jianjun didn't bargain much and finally bought the antiques for 6800.

But he also made a request that the shelves displaying antiques be given to him as well.

He had just scanned it and found that the shelves were made of golden nanmu wood.

Wu Jing probably didn't know that he had picked up a bargain.

Even those antiques were sold at a low price, mainly because the country does not allow private transactions in recent years.

To put it bluntly, antiques are also commodities. If commodities cannot be circulated, they naturally cannot be sold at a high price.