When Chen Jingnian rode his bike to the scrap station, the rain stopped.

The person in charge of the waste station is a middle-aged uncle named Meng. He has a bit of buck teeth and a pair of wind-catching ears. He is very thin. His eyes are yellow and bright, and he looks very sensible.

"Uncle Meng, please trouble you again."

Chen Jingnian stood sideways at the upper vent and handed out the letter of introduction covered with the official seals of the Dongcheng Branch and Jiaodaokou Street Office.

"Not a problem."

Manager Meng's fingers with blue veins were burnt yellow, and when he spoke, he brought out a strong smell of smoke tar.

A mouthful of yellow tartar was talking goldenly: "You are here, you can clean it up by yourself. I have to find something to cover the leaking area."

"Okay, you're busy."

Chen Jingnian responded with a smile, turned around and walked in.

A simple wooden shed was built in the yard, which was similar to a cloak, and it was air-flowing everywhere. When the wind was a little stronger, the rain poured in.

Even so, it cannot blow away the old and moldy smell that comes to your nose.

Crossing the vast sea of ​​paper and bypassing the mountains of bottles and jars, Chen Jingnian took out two more masks from his pocket and put them on.

The smell is even heavier, and the yard on the other side is piled with various bones and chicken, duck and goose feathers. The smell is, uh...

At this time, the waste station recycles bones for feed or something.

A three-layer mask and two paper balls can't stop the smell.

As we moved forward, the air immediately became much fresher.

The piles of plastic products here are all called chemical xx at this time, such as chemical sandals, chemical baskets, chemical card issuing, etc.

The most valuable scrap copper and iron are at the bottom.

Large and small pieces, copper or iron, are divided into several piles, the most conspicuous of which are some simple circuit boards, and some parts of these things can be extracted from gold.

Chen Jingnian took out sacks and gloves from his pocket and searched for bicycle parts that could be reused in a small hill.

Don’t even think about taking advantage of it, just relying on the manager named Meng at the door, no one can take away any more things.

He has special skills in his profession, whether it is copper or iron, aluminum or tin, he can tell it with just a glance.

Just by working together, you will know how much pounds or ounces, and even half a money will not be bad.

A piece of rusted car chain, a pair of untripped spokes, two axles with discs, three brake tubes, several brake pads, rust-spotted car rings, and a few springs in the seats. This is the result of Chen Jingnian's bending over and busy for almost two hours.

"Uncle, please tell me if there is any waste wood of red sandalwood and yew."

Chen Jingnian put the sack containing the parts aside, handed a cigarette to Manager Meng, and said with a smile.

"Oh, love, I said Jing Nian, this is going to take a knife!"

The manager named Meng hurriedly took the cigarette and put it on his ear. Seeing Chen Jingnian nodded, he said at the top of his voice: "Who is so big? Jingnian, you don't know, what kind of greed is the one in your fifth uncle's arms that has seen us."

Chen Jingnian smiled, scratched his head, and said, "Uncle, you know that my father's life was saved by my fifth uncle. Over the years, my fifth uncle has helped our family. That mob is my little intention to make him happy."

"Don't! I heard from your fifth uncle that you have been pecking at that ornament for more than a year. That energy and that scary look.

And if you fight with your sister and serve him, that's not feelings! Your sword is about your heart and love!

Your fifth uncle also said that those fierce eyes and the red dots on your robe were stained with blood from your fingertips. Just this, just this, my heart is gone without a loss just by listening to me."

"You always know this, but it's not that evil."

"Hehe, Jing Nian, we are setting up the Eight Immortals Table to receive Shiliufang'er. You and your sixth uncle are always taking care of the master, I..."

"Uncle, what's wrong? You see, what's the embarrassment about you and I."

Chen Jingnian's hand was squirting in the raincoat, and he handed the cigarette to chat with him about the picture. Wasn't he just waiting for the following sentence in charge?

"Haha, Jing Nian, then I, as an uncle, would tell you something with a long face."

Manager Meng slowed down. Seeing Chen Jingnian's eyes nodded with clear eyes, he said, "Jingnian, see if you can take time to help me pick up objects. It's not big, don't have to be big."

"This, Uncle Meng..."

Chen Jingnian was a little hesitant, and waited for the breath to see the heavy thing over there and said in a second thought: "Uncle Meng, you always know. I have been digging the pride of the pride of the fifth uncle for more than a year. If you always want a pride..."

Manager Meng's face looked a little bad when Chen Jingnian hesitated. When he heard him say this, he waved his hand and said, "No, no! I dare to control the same objects as the earth and the earth gods. I am crazy."

"Uncle!"

Chen Jingnian snorted as if he had put down the burden of a daughter, clapped his hands and said, "My uncle, you always kill people without using a knife. This is so breathless, it's a waste of life! As long as you don't want to be fierce, it's wrong. Don't you always have to close your eyes, Guan Gong, or Qin Qiong?"

Chen Jingnian controlled the muscles on his face, and his little expression almost made Manager Meng suffer a heart attack.

"Well, close your eyes, Guan Gong! Well, Qin Qiong! Pixiu, I just want a Pixiu."

Manager Meng's words were yelled out, and a strong smell of smoke and tar almost smoky to death. It was even more scent of bones in the courtyard.

"Uncle, we two are wet, right? You said it a long time ago, Pixiu, okay, just Pixiu."

Chen Jingnian said as he looked up and let the attack range of the biological weapon pass. He looked at it as if he was looking for a missing point, let out a breath, and then said, "You and I are looking for the wood to carve Qin Qiong and Qin Uncle Bao for my sixth uncle.

You don't know. My sixth uncle told me for several years, but I didn't respond. Now I ran away without a floor. I entered the factory and fell into my sixth uncle's hands. It's only been a few days now, I hit me from time to time and knocked me all over the head."

"Your sixth uncle, Director Li of the steel rolling mill security department?"

"No, am I not going to the factory now? It's downstairs of my sixth uncle and others. My sixth uncle is from the army's artillery and his hands are so powerful that I've been afraid that he will knock my head since I was a child."

"I've heard people say..."

Manager Meng said while glanced at Chen Jingnian and said mysteriously: "Director Li of the steel rolling mill, that is also a well-known Jue outside the curtain, Qin Qiong, then I, this Pixiu..."

"Well, Jue'er! Don't be too unreasonable. If you don't obey, you'll knock me. He can carry two ammunition boxes with one hand, and it hurts for a long time if you knock it."

Chen Jingnian scratched his head and said, "Uncle Meng, don't be afraid of having a good meal. I will use my free time to draw Qin Qiong for my sixth uncle. I will go black to carve Pixiu for you to draw. It's a little slower, but you will definitely see you before the New Year."

"Oh, Jing Nian, I'm so angry!"

Manager Meng was so happy that his hands were rubbing the mud rolls straight, his lips trembled, and his eyes were no longer sewn. He said loudly: "I, I'll go picking up the wood now. You can wait a while, wait a moment."

"Uncle, don't worry, be careful."

Chen Jingnian knew that he had successfully opened a corner of the scrap station, and was in a mood like a rainbow sky. He said aloud: "Uncle Meng, please see if there are any pictorials or something. I have little knowledge. It is best to compare the carvings."

"You yourself? Let's tear it off when you see which one is better. I'll pick up the wood first. It's hard to find the things. They are stacked together and you have to dismantle them and move them out now."

"I'll do it first, and then you can see if it fits your wishes."

Chen Jingnian found a dry land and fiddled with piles of used paper.

Big newspapers, tabloids, magazines, books, yellow cardboard, mixed paper and letters, piled up in piles of big and small. Chen Jingnian was picking and choosing indiscriminately, mainly looking at some envelopes and old books.

After stumbled for a long time, I found a picture book without a book cover, and found a Tianlu ornament carved from jade inside.

This is a auspicious beast that looks like a tiger and a leopard, head and tail like a dragon, wings on the back and a curved horn on the head.

This Tianlu walked on a small dark yellow paper, looking at his own might.

With something to pretend, Chen Jingnian diverted his attention.

Look around and see what the mezzanine of the large head of the line nail version, what the painted scroll with glue is opened.

If he hadn't been afraid of infection, he would have cut his fingers and smeared some blood on each object.

He just couldn't understand why others could have a system after traveling through time, so why didn't there be a single hair on his face?

...

Because he had no hobby of collecting antiques and philatelics, Chen Jingnian couldn't tell the difference, so he only picked up those who looked good and looked at them.

As a result, I couldn't see any of it after reading it for a long time, and finally I picked up the envelope.

I have good looks and no broken stamps. I can use a knife to take them off, and I can cut them off if I can't. I have to pick them up for a long time and found five or six of them that I like.

"Jing Nian, Jing Nian, help me."

Manager Meng's thin body, Baner, carried half a screen and came back with a piece of wood.

"Uncle, what are you always doing?"

Chen Jingnian stepped forward and took the screen and placed it steadily on the ground.

"Haha, don't you want red sandalwood? Look."

Manager Meng took the piece of wood and knocked on the frame of the screen, "Red sandalwood, third-class red sandalwood, first-class red sandalwood, old material, surely not cracked."

"Uncle, I told you not to see you, but I told you that I only had 50 cents in my pocket, and I had to keep it for groceries. Just make a table leg for me."

Chen Jingnian lowered his voice and said helplessly.

"What are you doing? Do you look down on your uncle?"

Manager Meng stared at her eyes, patted Chen Jingnian's hand, and said, "What's this? Just take it. Just take it. I'll take it in the account and think I'll go to the fire as my buyer."

"Can we really succeed? We guys just for something..."

"Put your heart in your stomach. Although you, Uncle Meng, is not a master, you are also a staff member. You know which one is more important..."

"Okay, stop talking, mine, mine is not."

Chen Jingnian bowed his hand, picked up the picture book and said, "Uncle, do you think this Tianlu can attract attention?"
To be continued...