Chronicle of the 70s

Once the house is purchased, it’s time to tidy up. The location of this courtyard is much better than Grandpa Li’s place. There’s a road behind it, and if the back is turned into a garage, then having two gates, front and back, would be very convenient for coming and going.

Qin Xi couldn’t bother with collecting junk at the moment and had Sister Xing’s husband find over a dozen people to tear down the courtyard walls, build them higher in the middle, and slowly fix up the rest behind closed doors.

Three days passed with these arrangements, and early in the morning, Qin Xi got up to cook some porridge.

Li Xianglu heated up some steamed buns, then prepared some pickled vegetables, shredding them and splashing on some cooked oil.

Qin Zhen was groggy from watching TV until after one the night before, and when he heard they were still going to collect junk, he incredulously asked, "You guys are still going?"

Li Xianglu nodded and said, "Some of the furniture we collected in the past few days includes a few very good-looking Huali wooden chairs. In up to ten years, one chair could be worth twenty or thirty thousand. Think about it, isn’t this like picking up money?"

Qin Zhen’s sleepiness was instantly swept away by Li Xianglu’s get-rich scheme. He reached out to touch her head, and Qin Xi slapped his younger brother’s hand away, "What are you doing!"

Qin Zhen said aggrievedly, "I’m checking if she has a fever. Why is she talking nonsense in broad daylight?"

Qin Xi said impatiently, "Don’t be a disbeliever. Remember when Grandma Su came by the other day? She said that nowadays, these precious wood furniture pieces are really expensive in Hong Kong, and in a few years, the prices here will rise too. You just stick with it over the vacation, and when these things are sold, I’ll give you a share."

Having never seen his brother lie, Qin Zhen was stunned and then asked in amazement, "Is this really true?"