The so-called rosewood is a type of tree that mainly grows in southern my country. In addition, it is also distributed in Southeast Asian countries such as Myanmar, Indonesia, and the Philippines.
The wood is hard and dense, and its heart color is red. It is the best material for manufacturing construction, furniture, musical instruments and other equipment.
Moreover, its resin and wood components have certain medicinal effects.
Unfortunately, the maturity cycle of red sandalwood is the same as that of huanghuali, which takes hundreds of years. This means that there are not many red sandalwoods left in the world.
The application of red sandalwood has begun thousands of years ago, and the initial wood has been cut down long ago. Now if you want to find a red sandalwood tree, you can only look for it in the deep mountains and old forests. Even so, it is difficult to find it.
One can imagine how scarce it is.
At this time, Zuo Zongming, who was walking into the house, was equally ecstatic in his heart.
Those pieces of wood have been piled up at home for twenty or thirty years, and they have never been willing to throw them away. Because these pieces of wood are all rosewood, his grandfather once told him that the rosewood bed at home cost a lot of money to buy.
, even though it has been split open now, it should still be worth some money.
However, he has never had the relevant channels to deal with it. Now that the rag collector actually collects it, of course he wants it.
At this time, he was already thinking about what price to offer.
Soon, piles of wood were moved out of the house. The red sandalwood was very heavy. Zuo Zongming spent a lot of time just moving it back and forth.
Song Wenjing took out a bed leg from it, held it in both hands, and looked at it carefully. Yes, it was authentic red sandalwood.
His heart started to stir, but he pretended to shake his head on the surface, "Uncle, the red sandalwood is indeed red sandalwood. But I didn't expect it to be split like this. I think I can only make two chairs and a square table. The others are probably of little use.
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From the remaining materials, it is indeed true. Song Wenjing did not deceive this point, and I believe Zuo Zongming also knew it. But the chair Song Wenjing mentioned was the Taishi chair, while Zuo Zongming understood it as an ordinary chair for ordinary people.
The difference between the two is huge.
Moreover, after making the Taishi chair and square table, there are still a lot of extra materials that can be made into a series of gadgets such as paperweights and bracelets. Twenty years later, these gadgets alone will be worth a lot of money.
Think about it, how much material does it cost to string beads on one hand? And what you have in front of you is the wood of an entire big bed.
"Young man, of course I know how many things can be made from this wood. But since you plan to buy it, I will go ahead and buy everything you want. I can't just sell the usable materials and leave the rest in my own hands.
In that case, I might as well keep it all to myself and talk about it later."
Zuo Zongming was still playing tricks, but he didn't know that Song Wenjing was planning to buy them all without leaving any.
But on the surface, I had to pretend to be embarrassed and think about it for a long time.
"Okay, uncle, I'll pack them all up and take them away. You give me a price. If I think it's right, I'll buy it." Song Wenjing replied reluctantly.
"These are all red sandalwood, but they are fine wood. How about this, you pack them all and give me two hundred yuan."
Zuo Zongming opened his mouth wide and shouted a price that he thought was very high.
At the beginning of 1989, the average monthly income of farmers was between 15 and 20 yuan. When Zuo Zongming shouted out this price, it was considered a very high price for him. But what he didn’t know was that at this time
Song Wenjing had long been happy.
"Uncle, you are going too far. How can you ask for such a price? Rosewood is indeed a good wood, but the problem is that it has been ruined like this. Even if we install two chairs and a square table to calculate, it is still worth it.
Not at this price.”
Of course Song Wenjing had to bargain, otherwise the other party might make some trouble.
Of course, Zuo Zongming's psychological price is not 200 yuan. In his opinion, he would be satisfied if these things could be sold for 100 yuan. Anyway, he would just put them away. If he could exchange them for 100 yuan, he would be able to solve many problems at home.
"Then you give me a price, but I tell you, if it's lower, I will definitely not sell it to you."
"How about 80 yuan?"
“The minimum price is 160 yuan. If it’s below this price, it’s no longer interesting.”
"Uncle, I will give in one more step, 100 yuan. If you are still unwilling, I have no choice."
"The fixed price is 145 yuan. If you want it, take it. If you don't want it, take it back."
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The two sides were going back and forth, and they were so angry that they thought they were going to fight.
In the end, the two parties agreed to settle the transaction at a price of 130 yuan.
"Uncle, you are so awesome, I am willing to give you the upper hand." Song Wenjing had a depressed face and raised his thumb at Zuo Zongming.
"Hey, young man, I can let you take advantage this time." Zuo Zongming smiled happily while counting the stack of banknotes in his hand.
The lumber had been loaded onto the car. Song Wenjing was ecstatic, but he didn't dare to show it, so he kept it in. He didn't burst into laughter until he was far away from Zuo Zongming's house.
Fortunately, there was no one around, otherwise, I would have thought he was crazy.
Suppressing the joy in his heart, Song Wenjing continued to walk forward. He did not forget his main task today. He came here today to find out the situation of Zuo Changlin's family in order to make the next move.
It was an unexpected surprise to receive so much red sandalwood wood. After I got home, I hid it first and then looked for opportunities to find a good carpenter and carver to build a set of red sandalwood Taishi chairs.
"Collect old items, old books, newspapers, scrap iron, copper and aluminum!"
The voice sounded again, and at this time Song Wenjing had already reached Group 7 of Zuojiazhuang, not far from Zuo Changlin's house.
The surrounding area was obviously a little strange. There were people in most houses, but their voices were very low, as if they were whispering. When they saw Song Wenjing walking on the road and calling, no one paid attention. They even turned around or went directly into the house.
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Song Wenjing knew that it was Zuo Changlin's incident that caused the commotion, and the people around him must be frightened now.
The surroundings seemed very quiet. Song Wenjing looked carefully and found no police deployment. He didn't know if there was no one there today, or if he was hiding in some corner and secretly observing his every move.
Several dozen meters away, Song Wenjing pulled the cart and finally arrived on the road in front of Zuo Changlin's house.
At this time, it was close to noon, and many people had already started preparing to cook. Zuo Changlin's family was no exception. A young woman was packing something at the door.
"Sister, I've been gone for a long time, can I ask you for a bowl of water?"
Song Wenjing put down the cart and walked straight to the front of the house, politely asking the woman in front of him.
The woman had actually seen Song Wenjing a long time ago, but she just didn't say anything. Now she was wary of all strangers. She even suspected that Song Wenjing was the police who came to investigate her words.
"I don't have boiling water at home. You can go to another house and ask." The woman refused rudely.
"Sister, cold water will do. We collect rags. We don't care about that. As long as you have saliva." Song Wenjing still didn't give up and continued.
"There's no cold water either. I'm busy. Don't disturb me." The woman frowned and looked at Song Wenjing warily.
"Sister, it's not easy for us when we are away from home. We are just asking for water. There is a well at your door. I can dig it myself. Do you think that's okay?" Song Wenjing made a pleading look.
But this sentence made the woman even more wary, "What's wrong with you? You said you're not free. Why are you running here? Hurry up and leave."
Song Wenjing kept staring at the other party's expression. When the woman heard about the well water, she became obviously nervous. Then she deliberately pretended to be impatient and wanted to drive Song Wenjing away.
But at this time, how could Song Wenjing just walk away like this? His purpose today was to find out the situation.
"Sister, you are busy with your business. I can just drink it myself. I haven't drank water for a long time and I am almost dying of thirst." After saying that, without waiting for the woman to react, she walked towards the well and even picked up the water from the well.
Bucket.
The woman obviously didn't expect that even after she refused, the other party would come over so shamelessly. By accident, the bucket had already reached the other party's hand.
"Hey, don't move. There's something wrong with my bucket. It can't hang. Don't accidentally fall it into the well. Put it down and I'll help you." The woman hurried over and grabbed the bucket. Her face turned pale.