Chen Jinnian was queuing up behind the crowd and saw the doormen Ma Jinzhu and Jiang Xiuming collecting their meals.
Ma Jinzhu held an earthen basket about the same height as him, and then took out the lunch box from the steamer that Jiang Xiuming took out.
"...The sharp fruit in the pot helmet shape comes from my backyard. It's bright and smooth, but this kid can't handle it."
Ma Jinzhu stood in front of the steamer, head raised, like a roof beast on the house.
The "jianguoer" in his mouth refers to beautiful girls, while ordinary-looking girls are called "guoer".
Similarly, boys also have corresponding titles - grandson and grandson.
These are not nice words, they contain ridicule and teasing.
"I said his mother is urging his sister to get married."
"I must want his sister to make room for Guokui and collect some betrothal gifts at the same time."
"But please spare me. In October, I wasted my time just following my share of money."
"We are all from the same factory. You have only been here a few years. I have been working here for half my life and know more people than you. If you stretch your hips, I will have blood in my stool."
"You have blood in your stool, don't be ridiculous. You don't have blood in your stool just like a random person. You hit a bad luck star at the card table. You sometimes have more than 50 cents."
"Hey, when my hometown was gone, no one gave me a piece of water."
"How many years have your old man and your old lady been dead? When did the Changliu Shui with a face value of 50 cents come out? If you put it that way, your hometown would not have received tens of thousands of people's money at that time."
Ma Jinzhu was silenced by Jiang Xiuming's retort. He didn't know what he thought of, and his thick black and purple lips trembled as he tried to speak.
The two of them carried the soil basket out of the boiler room, and Chen Jinnian walked forward for a while.
When he waited, there were no more lunch boxes on the steamer.
He packed the lunch box with the washbasin and returned to the screening team.
Li Xianwen didn't eat at noon, Chen Jingnian's lunch box contained eggplant and stewed potatoes, and a sparrow left over from last night was in Nannan's lunch box.
After the sparrow, eggplant and potatoes are stewed together, there is a hint of fishy flavor in the dish.
Lunch was steamed sorghum rice, and the last one for Nannan was a steamed bun.
After eating, Lao Liu continued to sleep.
Chen Jingnian finished cleaning the lunch box, closed the door gently, walked out of the projection team, and turned to the guard room.
It will be the busiest at noon, and almost no one will come to do business at this time.
When they were about to arrive at the guard room, they were catching up with the changing of the guard. They saw Jiang Xiuming running loosely, standing at attention, saluting, and handing over, replacing Guo Hui who was standing guard.
"Jingnian, you haven't rested yet."
While saying hello, Guo Hui wiped a layer of sweat on his forehead with his fingers and said, "This autumn tiger is so poisonous."
"You still love to sweat so much!"
Chen Jingnian and Guo Hui were classmates in junior high school, and they talked very casually.
"Hey, this problem is so annoying!"
Guo Hui sighed and untied the collar in three strokes.
The two of them walked into the guard room one after the other.
"Okay, Guokui, you can do the movements without breaking down at all."
Wang Zhijun took the rifle from Guo Hui's hand and put it in the iron cabinet, pointed at Wang Tianzuo and said: "Look at you again, those few trails for you to run, you are just a weakling carrying a big bag."
Chen Jingnian looked at the old-fashioned walking chokes with greedy eyes. Although he knew that these walking chokes were all scrapped and were just a piece of junk, he still couldn't help but want to go up and touch a few of them.
"I am Xiaoli Ben'er, and you are Shui San'er, ahem..."
Wang Tianzuo just took a drink of water, but when he spoke, he choked in his trachea and sprayed water to fight back.
The fire at the city gate affected the fish in the pond. Guo Hui wiped the water mist on his face and shouted: "Uncle Wang, you are going to spit out lotus flowers!"
"Guokui, your uncle Wang is choking on his milk."
Next to him, Ma Jinzhu grinned, his thick black lips tinged with purple.
"Old Ma, you're not young anymore, why are you so incapable of controlling yourself? I'll give it to you, Uncle Wang."
Wang Zhijun, who was lying on the gun, became unhappy and flicked the cigarette butt in his mouth at Ma Jinzhu.
"Hey, Wang Zhijun, you farted so much that it almost set my hair on fire."
"Ma Jinzhu, I shouldn't have left half of the milk for your son!"
"Ma Qizi, look at your big mouth..."
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The smoky atmosphere in the concierge is far more harmful to the spirit than second-hand smoke.
Chen Jinnian looked at this group of gentlemen driving big cars, as if he was in a small theater for two people.
"Jingnian, there's something wrong with you."
Guo Hui opened the lunch box, took two bites of rice, raised his head and said.
"Ah, it's okay, I'm just strolling around."
Chen Jingnian came to the doorman to see if there were any packages mailed from Sichuan. Every year at this time, his fourth uncle would mail Li Xianwen a bag of peppercorns to boil in water for soaking his legs.
"It's okay. If it's okay, come take a walk with me!"
Guo Hui wiped the rice grains from the corner of his mouth and grinned.
When he smiled, a bunch of large and small freckles seemed to fall off his round face.
"Well, no matter what, I didn't expect that you would make me a long-term employee!"
Chen Jingnian told a joke with a grimace, followed Guo Hui to carry newspapers and letters onto a lame wheelbarrow, and walked around the factory.
On the way back, Chen Jinnian discovered that the table leg used to support the car's feet was very special.
It is lighter than ordinary wood when held in the hand, and the beautiful and fine texture inside is exposed where it has been crushed by the car's feet.
With an idea in mind, he found half a piece of wood while passing by the boiler room and threw it in the car.
Weighing the table legs, he followed Guo Hui back to the doorman.
Wang Zhijun is receiving two salesmen who came to negotiate business. One of them is from Miyun, and the other one is from Henan without looking at the letter of introduction. He can tell by his accent.
Seeing Guo Hui back, Wang Zhijun and the others started playing poker again in the utility room at the back.
While Chen Jingnian and Guo Hui were chatting, he took out a small razor blade and cleaned the dirt on the table legs.
The dirt on the wood was shaken off, revealing its fine and beautiful texture.
He stood up and stamped his feet, brushed off the few sawdust on his body, swept away the garbage on the floor, and then washed his hands.
"Pine or camphor? The wood is a bit soft and the knife moves very smoothly. It shouldn't be pine."
Chen Jingnian could clearly smell a faint fragrance on his hands besides the smell of soap, which was obviously the smell of wood.
"This tastes good. I can carve a statue of Maitreya for my eldest sister."
The idea that Chen Jingnian had just had was rejected again, and he decided to carve a hairpin for his eldest sister.
Before time travel, Chen Jingnian didn't like beads and other cultural toys, but he loved facial makeup bracelets. At first, he picked fur peaches by himself, removed the skin and flesh, dried them in the shade, and practiced with peach cores. As he gradually gained some foundation and experience, he started online
Buy olive stones and ivory fruits to carve.
He had never come into contact with wood, so his knowledge of wood was limited to some anecdotes he heard about.
Moreover, Chen Jingnian carving things is purely a hobby, and he does not make money with this thing. When he thinks of carving something, he takes out the carving knife and materials he carries with him and starts doing it anytime and anywhere.
Since there was no one around me to ask for advice, I just relied on my feelings at the beginning, so I took a lot of detours.
One day I encountered a problem and was puzzled about the solution. Then I remembered to search for information on the Internet and read posts. After learning a few tricks, I continued to work hard.
Give full play to the secondary spirit of not being afraid of hardship and being ugly.
After several years of carving like this, countless plant essences were wasted.
The materials are used from small to large, and then from large to small. Although the things carved out are all strange and strange, they are not without merit.
Each finished product placed on the table retains a unique natural wild charm.
"Jingnian, come and take over. I'll change the guard."
Ma Jinzhu threw down the poker, hurriedly put on his armed belt, took out his gun and ran out.
"I don't know how to play, so I just help Brother Jiang to be bored."
Chen Jingnian held the piece of wood and grabbed the poker with one hand.
"Jingnian, what are you doing with a piece of nanmu?"
Wang Defa sat next to Chen Jingnian and asked in confusion.
"Uncle Wang, this is nanmu. Does nanmu have a fragrance?"
Chen Jingnian handed the wood in his hand to Wang Defa and said with a smile: "Help me??"
"It's nanmu. I'm familiar with wood. My hometown is a carpenter."
As Wang Defa spoke, he raised his nose and smelled it again, then pressed the wood with his nails. When he saw that a trace was left, he said with certainty: "It's not gone. It's just nanmu, pine and camphor wood. They are hard and cannot be broken at all."
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"Uncle Wang, how about Nanmu?"
"Where do you want to use it? Phoebe is resistant to decay and insect-proof, so it is best used for furniture. Old people often say that Phoebe can also cure swelling and pain, relieve boredom, and cure edema. I even drank it when my child had a stomachache.
Where’s the water soaked in nanmu?”
"Uncle Wang, what kind of wood is red?"
"Yew, red sandalwood and new rosewood are all red. Rosewood will turn purple or deep purple as it ages..."
Wang Defa was scratched, and he mumbled something. Chen Jinnian listened carefully and nodded repeatedly.
"Brother Jiang, hurry up and take over."
Seeing Jiang Xiuming, who had just come down from his post, carrying a pot and a pot, Chen Jinnian stood up and made way for him.
The utility room became lively again. Chen Jingnian compared it and made up his mind, then closed his eyes and considered some details.
At this time, Wang Tianzuo's shouts and Wang Defa's complaints came from the utility room. It was obvious that the card game had been won.
At the same time, it was almost time to go to work in the afternoon, and Chen Jinnian got up to go back to the screening team.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xu Damao swinging his legs and moving forward on his bicycle.
"Axe, isn't it an axe? The grandson of our courtyard..."
Xu Damao's mouth was filled with the smell of alcohol and his whole body reeked of stench.
There are still a few marks from the kang mat on his face, and some vomit residue remains on his shoulders.
"Brother Xu, you're back."
Chen Jingnian pressed against the door, and a gust of wind blew away the unpleasant smell.
"Xu Damao is broken again. Look at his bearish behavior, chanting sutras after just a few cups of cat urine."
"Why didn't this idiot bring anything with him when he came back today?"
Ma Jinzhu followed Wang Zhijun's words and cursed, then moved closer to the window and took a look outside, leaving a plump lip mark on the glass.
"It's in my stomach! Not long ago, my brother-in-law gave our family some stick noodles. When we were chatting about it, he said that Xu Damao, a bastard, went to their place to play a movie half a month ago and wouldn't turn on the phone unless he gave us some oil.
son."
Jiang Xiuming spat and watched as Xu Damao leaned his car against the wall of the guard room. In the blink of an eye, no one was in sight.
"This grandson."
Chen Jinnian quickly closed the door and cursed secretly.
"Your uncle's, Xu Damao!"
"This smells like shit."
Wang Zhijun pulled away Jiang Xiuming and Ma Jinzhu who were scolding each other, and rushed out.
A gust of wind blew in his direction, almost knocking him over.
Wang Zhijun jumped half a foot away to seize the upper wind. He took two steps back before letting out a deep breath.
He gritted his teeth and cursed: "Xu Damao, you uncle, you grandson came to my kiln to destroy the kiln. Why don't you lick this place clean for me today? I will take your surname." This chapter has been completed!