After repairing the Eight Immortals table for the aunt, Zhang Junping went on to make the promised mat. The aunt was so happy that Junping was so capable that he was worthy of being a college student.
Zhang Junping is speechless. What is the necessary connection between being capable and college students?
As soon as I finished repairing the furniture at my aunt's house, my neighbor's sister came over.
Let Zhang Junping repair the bed.
The shaking of this bed is worse than the shaking of the Eight Immortals Table.
In particular, it will make a squeaking sound when shaken.
Several generations live together, and the bed makes a loud noise every time you turn over at night. How embarrassing!
Everyone who has been here knows it!
Then, the uncle in the front yard and the uncle next door took on four or five furniture repair jobs in succession.
Although the work was not big, it took more than two hours of work in total.
I made a total of two dollars and fifty cents.
Taking the money, Zhang Junping smiled bitterly in his heart.
Unexpectedly, the wood carvings I carefully made did not sell for a penny, but I earned two and a half yuan and a cart of Hainan huanghuali from repairing furniture.
Zhang Junping found a cart, loaded the wood from Auntie's house onto the cart, and prepared to pull it back. "What do you do? What are you doing pulling my wood?" Just as he was about to leave, a gentle man with glasses pushed a bicycle.
The middle-aged man stopped Zhang Junping and asked.
"Binzi is back?
This is Master Zhang, here to repair our furniture!
These pieces of wood were given to Master Zhang by me!" The aunt heard the sound and hurriedly came out to explain.
"Mom, why are you repairing that broken table? It's a waste of money, you might as well get a new one!"
"You kid, you don't know how to live at all!
Master Zhang is very capable. After repairing the table, it no longer wobbles at all!
Look at it, it’s painted and it’s exactly the same as new!” The aunt pointed to the Eight Immortals table still in the courtyard.
"Okay! But, Mom, he just repairs furniture, so what are you doing with our wood?"
"Master Zhang is what he is, a wood artist! And he's also a college student at the Central Academy of Fine Arts!
In our eyes, the wood for cooking pots can be turned into treasure if Master Zhang pulls it back!
No, I said I would give it to him, but he was still not happy!
I fixed the table for free and even made a mat!"
The aunt was extremely satisfied with Zhang Junping at this time, and even called her Master Xiao Zhang.
She has seen it all. Repairing furniture for other people's homes doesn't cause any trouble for her own family, and costs at least fifty cents!
Not to mention that I didn't spend a penny, but I still got a penny in vain.
If he hadn't had an idea and asked Master Zhang to repair furniture at home, how could such a good thing have happened?
Auntie is very proud of her wise decision!
"Auntie, you are busy first, I will leave first!"
Because the cart was urging me, Zhang Junping said hello to his aunt and followed the cart out of the courtyard.
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Zhang Junping's temporary residence is in a courtyard in Donghudong, Mishi, near Caishi Street.
A wing room in a courtyard.
The penthouses are small houses located on both sides of the main house.
The area is smaller than the main house, and it is also shorter than the main house.
The penthouse is generally used as a storage room and utility room.
Of course, it can also be used as a study room.
This eight-square-meter penthouse is Zhang Junping's residence during the summer vacation, or his place of residence during this period.
The rent is five yuan a month.
When Zhang Junping returned home, it was already dark.
An old lady was sitting in the yard enjoying the cool air. When she saw Zhang Junping coming back, she asked, "Boy, why are you back?"
“I have a lot of work today, I just finished it!
Grandma Liu, have you eaten?"
"have eaten.
Boy, we have agreed that the rent will be paid at any time.
However, lighting a fire for cooking is not allowed in the house!" The old lady reminded as she saw Zhang Junping moving a cart of wood into the house.
"Grandma Liu, I can't bear to use this wood for fire!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
The old lady stood up on crutches, walked to the cart, took a look, and said with a smile: "Okay, kid, I found a treasure!"
"Grandma Liu, you have such good eyesight!" Old Mrs. Zhang Junping raised her thumb, "How about I use these materials to make you a Xiaoyao chair?"
"Are you willing to use such good materials to make me a leisure chair?" the old lady asked with a smile.
"How can I be reluctant to give up? If it weren't for you, I might have starved to death on the streets!"
"Okay, I guess you have a conscience!
Old lady, I won’t take advantage of you. I’ll waive the rent for the second half of the year for you!” The old lady generously waived Zhang Junping’s rent for half the year.
This old lady is no ordinary person, she definitely comes from a wealthy family.
Unlike the large courtyard where Aunt Wang lives, the old lady's small courtyard is her own.
Several families living in the courtyard are also her tenants.
Not only this courtyard house, there are several houses next door that belong to old ladies.
They were all returned to the old lady after the policy was implemented last year.
They were all rented out by the old lady.
The old lady is definitely the earliest charterer after the founding of the People's Republic of China.
"Grandma Liu, no need to waive rent!
Without the set of tools you gave me, I wouldn't be able to earn this wood!
How can we allow you to be free of rent again!" Zhang Junping quickly postponed.
"Okay, I'm an old lady living alone, why do I need so much money?
Boy, haven't you eaten yet?
I still have half a pot of rice porridge left in the pot. If I keep it, it will go bad tomorrow. Please fix it!"
"Grandma Liu, thank you..." Zhang Junping said movedly.
This old lady is definitely his noble person and his savior.
The predecessor of this body, also named Zhang Junping, was a college student at the Central Academy of Fine Arts.
College students of this era prefer to participate in social practice.
In the name of participating in social practice, my predecessor did not go home during the summer vacation and stayed in Beijing to work and make money.
The result is that no money is made and people starve to death on the streets.
Zhang Junping was fulfilled!
If it weren't for the old lady, Zhang Junping might have become the shortest-lived time traveler in history.
Just after crossing over, he starved to death!
It was the old lady who found him unconscious on the street and fed him some millet porridge to revive him.
Knowing that Zhang Junping was a college student at the Central Academy of Fine Arts, he had not gone home during the summer vacation and now had nowhere to go, so he packed up the penthouse where he kept his sundries and gave it to him.
Later, I learned that Zhang Junping knew woodcraft, so I took out a set of woodcraft tools and gave them to him.
Of course, the old lady said it was left by the old man in the family, keeping it to occupy a place that he could use just in time, so it would be an advantage for him.
Zhang Junping could only keep his kindness to the old lady in mind for the time being.
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the next day.
Zhang Junping got up early and did not go to set up a stall.
Instead, he stayed at home and fulfilled his promise yesterday: to make a leisure chair for the old lady.
"Boy, I made a lot of noodles in the morning. If I leave them until noon, I'll be hungry. You can eat them!"
This man is useless when he is old, and he can no longer cook correctly!" The old lady got up earlier than him, saw Zhang Junping opening the door, and shouted to him.
What could Zhang Junping say, he could only finish the noodles with gratitude.
After finishing the noodles, Zhang Junping took the initiative to clean the pot, wash the bowls, clean up neatly, then took out the tools and started working!
"Boy, aren't you going out today?"
"I'm not going out today. I'll make a leisure chair for you first. It won't be too late to set up a stall tomorrow!" Zhang Junping said with a smile.
I added in my mind that it wouldn't be sold anyway.
The old lady did not refuse Zhang Junping's offer to make a leisure chair for her, and readily accepted Zhang Junping's kindness.
The old lady had nothing to do, so she just sat in the yard and watched Zhang Junping work.
Seeing Zhang Junping draw lines and cut materials quickly, he smiled and nodded, "That's right, boy, you have skills, you can go all over the world, and you won't starve to death wherever you go!"
"Grandma Liu, you are slapping me in the face! If it weren't for your bowl of millet porridge, I would have starved to death on the streets!"
"Haha!" Thinking of Zhang Junping's embarrassing appearance at that time, Grandma Liu couldn't help laughing.
"You kid, you're not too bored. The attitude of a college student is too high!
There is no shame in being a craftsman!
Are you studying Chinese painting?
Do you know what people who drew pictures were called in the past?
Call the painter!
His status is not much higher than that of a carpenter!
I think back then, Qi Baishi was also a carpenter and studied carving as a carpenter!
Boy, remember this sentence, a mule and a horse are valuable when they are big, but a man is worthless when they are big!
Whether you are painting or working as a carpenter, you must bend down and experience life in order to achieve something!
If you hold yourself too high, you are far away from life and floating in the clouds. How can you create good works?
Mr. Qi's artistic achievements are inseparable from the word "countryside"..."
"Grandma Liu, you are right! I have also thought about it, what kind of artist is not an artist, and you can't be a living person!
I'll go find some wood in the afternoon and come back and make a few matzas to sell. I guess they will be more popular than those wood carvings!" Zhang Junping said with a wry smile.
What happened yesterday made Zhang Junping think twice.
What happened to being a carpenter? What about repairing furniture?
Deng Gong once said, it doesn’t matter whether the cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice, it is a good cat!
In this era, artists are really not as popular as carpenters.
Of course, I'm not talking about the kind of great artists here, such as national arts and crafts masters, the big names in the art world who design the RMB and the national flag.
A big shot like that enjoys a State Council subsidy, so naturally he cannot be compared with ordinary artists.
"Boy, just be open-minded. My old lady sees that you are in love and hopes that you will achieve great things in the future!
When you really become an artist one day, I can go out to chat and show off!" the old lady said cheerfully.
The old and the young were talking and working at the same time, and time passed by unknowingly.
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Zhang Junping, who stayed at home to work, didn't know that there was a middle-aged man where he set up his stall yesterday, looking for him everywhere.
This middle-aged man is Wang Bin, the son of the aunt who repaired the furniture yesterday.
Wang Bin searched everywhere for Zhang Junping, naturally it was not because Zhang Junping took away a cart of precious wood from his family yesterday.
Wang Bin is the deputy director of Tianqiao Secondhand Goods Station.
As for the lumber that Zhang Junping took away yesterday, Wang Bin didn't dare to say how much he wanted. It wouldn't be a problem to get three or five carts.
There are so many junkyards selling this stuff, it’s not worth anything at all!
The reason why Wang Bin is so anxious to find Zhang Junping is because he is at a very critical moment now.
The old webmaster will retire at the end of the year.
He is one of the two deputy webmasters who are expected to take over the old webmaster's position.
Compared with the other deputy webmaster, he doesn't have much advantage. It can be said that he is evenly matched.
If you want to win, you must have excellent political achievements, or achievements.
Zhang Junping was the noble person he discovered and thought could help him win in this succession battle.