Chapter 63 How Much Does This Cost? Mother Liu grumbled in dissatisfaction, "Drink some wine and tell everyone everything!" Wang Xiaoping smiled and said, "They were wrong in this matter. Why can't we say anything? Auntie, if something like this happens again, tell Hongmin and ask him to write it in a book so that people all over the country can read it." When talking about her son's book, Liu's mother also smiled. Since his son was admitted to university, he has become more and more successful. At first, he sent five yuan home every month to ensure that the family could have enough food and clothing. Later, the amount of money he sent increased, and now he sends 100 yuan every month, which he can never spend! Liu Hongying had a small appetite and ate very quickly. Because she was unfamiliar with the others, she could only sit there and look around. Wang Xiaoping smiled and said, "Xiao Yingzi, after you finish eating, just look around! This yard belongs to your elder brother, and it is also your home. You can look around freely." Liu Hongying's eyes lit up and she pointed at the paintings on the wall, "Are these all my eldest brother's?" "Yes!" Wang Xiaoping walked around the room. "Not only these paintings, but also the chairs and the porcelain on the antique shelf, they all belonged to your eldest brother. They are all antiques." Liu Hongying immediately became excited, jumped off the stool, ran to the wall, and looked at the paintings. There were all kinds of animals in the paintings, chickens, shrimps, eagles... "Girl, you said these paintings are antiques? They should be worth a lot of money, right?" Mother Liu asked tentatively. Wang Xiaoping nodded, "It is indeed worth a lot of money. These ten paintings probably cost more than three hundred yuan."
"So many?" Liu's mother looked at the words on the wall in surprise, feeling a little pain in her heart. Why spend more than 300 yuan on these paintings that are not worth eating or drinking? "Not much, not much!" Wang Xiaoping said, "These paintings are not fine works. The paintings in the Red People's Basement are valuable!" "Anything else?" Mother Liu's voice suddenly rose and she almost jumped up from the stool. The noise here attracted the attention of the people at the round table, and the noise over there suddenly became quieter. Seeing this, Liu's mother smiled unnaturally and lowered her head to eat rice. When the round table became lively again, she asked Wang Xiaoping softly, "Girl, how much did the boss spend on these paintings?" Wang Xiaoping also heard that Liu Hongmin didn't seem to tell his family about buying paintings. She quickly changed the subject, "Auntie, try these dishes. We cooked them ourselves." Mother Liu didn't get an answer, and she couldn't help but grumble in her heart. She knew her son very well, and he would never put the real good things in the open for others to see. When he was at home, Bajie's doghouse was where Liu Hongmin hid things. Although Bajie was very timid, he was very sensitive. As long as someone approached his doghouse, he would immediately bark to notify the family. The paintings displayed openly are worth more than 300 yuan, so the paintings in the basement mentioned by Wang Xiaoping must be more expensive. Thinking of this, the delicious food on the table suddenly lost its appeal. This is all money! Liu Hongmin didn't know that Wang Xiaoping had let the cat out of the bag, and he was still drinking with his father. In the first thirty years, the father respected the son, and in the last thirty years, the son respected the father. He achieved success in less than thirty years, and made his father respected in advance. I think his father must be happy. Father Liu was of course happy, because he could see that this group of students from Beijing University were all led by his son. They were all top students, and as long as he could win over these people, his son's future would definitely be good. So, he drank the wine very happily, and drank a little more. There were fewer and fewer people at the table. Some of them just apologized and left, while others just fell asleep on the table. Liu Hongmin thought it was almost time, so he ended the drinking party. The girls who stayed behind helped carry the drunk boy to the side room, and then they found a room to rest. Liu Hongmin helped his father into the main house. Liu's father was a little drunk, but he was still praising Liu Hongmin. "Son, you did a great job. You're much better than dad." Liu Hongmin's eyes turned red, "Dad, what are you talking about!" At this time, Liu's mother came over and said, "Give it to me! Go and watch over those two naughty monkeys, don't let them break your things." Liu Hongmin quickly agreed, for he was afraid that if he listened any longer, he would really cry. When I left the main room, I saw my brother and sister writing and drawing on the desk. After hearing the sound, they turned their heads and showed their faces.
Liu Hongmin didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "What are you doing?" "Drawing!" Liu Hongying pointed naively and stupidly at the rice paper on the table, which was already covered with a mess of paintings by the two of them. Liu Hongjun felt more guilty, and quickly put down his brush, saying with a wry smile: "Brother, we are just fooling around." "You can't just play around and get it on your face, right? Wash it off quickly, or the ink will dry and you won't be able to wash it off." The two looked at each other, only then seeing the ink on each other's faces, and rushed to the bathroom. "Brother, let me wash first!" "Let me get a basin of water first, and we'll wash together." Seeing his brother and sister playing around, Liu Hongmin felt inexplicably better. He walked over and helped them wash the ink off their faces, then sent his sister to the main house. He took his brother to the side room to sleep. This kid was very energetic, so someone had to watch him at night, otherwise he would get into trouble. The next morning, Liu's father had just gotten up when Liu's mother came over. "Lao Liu, you finally got up." "What's wrong? What happened?" "Something happened!" Father Liu was stunned by Mother Liu, and he became alert all over again, "What happened? Did the second son get into trouble?" "Not the second one, but the first one!" Mother Liu told Wang Xiaoping what she had heard yesterday, "Go and ask how much money the boss has made. I feel uneasy!" "I'm a little uneasy too!" Father Liu had some doubts yesterday, but he didn't ask directly because there were so many people around. Now, after hearing what his wife said, he also began to wonder. I hurried out of the house and saw Liu Hongmin and several boys who had been drinking with him yesterday exercising in the yard. "Boss! Come here!" Liu Hongmin waved to a few people, then walked to his father, "Dad, what's the matter?" "You come with me!" Father Liu pulled him into the house and said seriously, "Your mother heard from that girl named Wang Xiaoping yesterday that you have some very expensive paintings hidden in the basement?" "Correct!" Liu Hongmin thought it was something else. He didn't tell his parents because he couldn't explain it in his heart. If the letter was seen by others, it would cause unnecessary trouble. "There are a lot of other things in my basement. How about I take you to see them?" Father Liu nodded. Since his son spoke so openly, there shouldn't be any problem. So Liu Hongmin took his father into the basement. As soon as he entered, Liu's father was stunned by the pile of ancient books. "How much do these cost?" (End of this chapter)
