Most people sell thrift goods, which is just two words, lack of money.

They are short of money, Yun Jianjun loves elegance, this is a mutually beneficial thing, and everyone is happy.

Over time, the people in the thrift market became acquainted with their grandparents.

There are many familiar stall owners who receive the second-hand goods, and they don't need them to come to the thrift market, so they diligently deliver them to the door, let them pick, and then go back to the thrift market to sell.

At this time, most of the people were simple, and the wind of antiques had not yet risen, and Quan Shengnan had no scruples and only picked the real thing.

If it was ten years later, she wouldn't be like this.

She will definitely look at the real and fake together, ask the price together, and finally try to choose the real thing to buy.

Now, no.

Besides, many of the antiques picked by the powerful men are fakes in the eyes of the stall owners, and they don't think they are genuine.

In one year, two years, three years, the gold in a bead jar was gradually sold for money, in exchange for antiques in a dozen or so rooms in the courtyard next door.

Among the antiques they acquired, there were furniture, porcelain, copper tripods, books, calligraphy and paintings, wood carvings and strange stones.

The largest piece of furniture is a pull-out bed, made of rosewood.

Quan Shengnan liked these things, so Yun Chen followed Yun Jianjun's suggestion and packed up the three west wings for her to live in.

The east wing room is where Kwon Shuying and Kwon Aonan live, and the west wing is given to her.

The room was cleaned up in an antique manner, and Yun Jianjun put together a complete set of purchased rosewood furniture and placed it in the room.

The yellow rosewood stepping bed was placed in the bedroom, hanging a silver and red gauze tent, and the bedroom was also equipped with a dresser, a small coffee table, a floor-to-ceiling cabinet, a wardrobe, a hanger and so on.

In the outer living room, there are a table, a coffee table, a table of eight immortals, a circle chair and so on.

All of the above are made of rosewood.

In the study, there are large red sandalwood cases, red sandalwood screens and red sandalwood bookshelves.

The shelves are full of books they have acquired.

On the big case, there are four treasures of the study, all of which are genuine and famous.

The blue and white porcelain jars below are densely filled with ancient painting scrolls that were also acquired, all of which are authentic works of famous artists.

Since he was three years old, Quan Shengnan has been studying and practicing calligraphy with Yun Jianjun here.

Yun Jianjun has real talent and practical learning, especially a good calligraphy, and it is more than enough to teach Quan Shengnan.

And, he also pulled Quan Aonan together.

Quan Aonan is very well-behaved, very honest, and learns very hard, although he is not as good as Quan Shengnan, a reborn child, he can also settle down and make rapid progress.

In a blink of an eye, on New Year's Day in 87, Quan Aonan, who had grown into a handsome boy, led his sister to go shopping excitedly.

Under the pretext of buying New Year's goods.

At this time, the lunar calendar has entered the wax month, and the New Year will be celebrated in less than a month.

In February after the Chinese New Year, Kwon Shengnan will turn six years old.

Now she has curved and beautiful eyebrows, smiling lips, and her skin is as crystal clear as a fine jade, even if she is wearing a rustic and bulky cotton jacket and cotton pants, and two thick braids, she can't hide her natural aura.

"Sister, can my brother buy you two beautiful head flowers?"

"Okay, pretty headflower."

Quan Aonan walked into the counter with Quan Shengnan, "Please bring those two pink head flowers." ”

In his eyes, there are all kinds of delicate and beautiful head flowers on the counter, and the most beautiful is the pair of pink head flowers.

But in the eyes of Quan Shengnan, she felt very vulgar, but she didn't say it.

As soon as the salesman took it out, he heard a voice say, "This head flower is very beautiful, does Wei Wei like it?" ”

Quan Sheng's eyes flashed, and before he could do anything, he saw a woman intercept the head flower handed to her brother by the salesman halfway.

When she looked up, it was none other than Yuan Zhihong.

She was followed by a little girl about the same age as herself, Yuan Wei.