When Chen Jingnian rode his bicycle to the scrapyard, the rain stopped.
The man in charge of the scrap yard is a middle-aged uncle named Meng. He has a bit of buck teeth, a pair of protruding ears, is very thin, and has two bright yellow eyes. He looks very smart.
"Uncle Meng, I'm here to trouble you again."
Chen Jingnian stood sideways at the upwind entrance and handed out the letter of introduction stamped with the official seals of Dongcheng Branch and Jiaodaokou Subdistrict Office.
"It's not a big deal."
Manager Meng's veined fingers were burnt yellow, and there was a strong smell of smoke and tar when he spoke.
The yellow tartar in his mouth was shining brightly when he spoke: "You are a clean person here. You can clean it up yourself. I have to find something to cover the leaking place."
"Okay, you're busy."
Chen Jinnian responded with a smile, turned around and walked inside.
A simple wooden shed was set up in the yard, which was similar to a cloak. It was ventilated everywhere. When the wind was strong, the rainwater would pour in.
Even so, the old, musty smell that hit my nostrils couldn't be blown away.
Crossing the vast ocean of paper and bypassing the mountains of bottles and cans, Chen Jingnian took out two more masks from his pocket and put them on.
Going forward, the smell is even stronger. In the yard on the other side, there are various bones and chicken, duck and goose feathers piled up. The smell, uh...
At this time, the scrapyard recycles bones and uses them to make feed.
Three layers of masks and two paper balls can't stop the smell.
Moving forward, the air immediately became much fresher.
The piles of plastic products here are all called chemical products at this time, such as chemical sandals, chemical baskets, chemical hairpins, etc.
The most valuable scrap metal is in the innermost part.
Large and small items, either copper or iron, are divided into several piles, the most conspicuous of which are some simple circuit boards. The individual parts of these items can be extracted into gold.
Chen Jingnian took out a sack and gloves from his pocket and rummaged through a hill for reusable bicycle parts.
Don't think about taking advantage. The steward named Meng at the door can't take anything away from anyone.
There are special skills in the art, whether it is copper or iron, aluminum or tin, people can tell it at a glance.
You can tell how many kilograms or taels you have by using your hands, and it won't cost you half a cent.
A length of rusty chain, a pair of spokes that didn't come off, two axles with cranksets, three brake tubes, a few pieces of brake pads, a rim full of rust spots, and a bit of a scratch, and
A few springs for the car seat, this is the result of Chen Jinnian's bent over and busy work for almost two hours.
"Uncle, could you please point me down the road and see if there are any waste wood from red sandalwood and yew."
Chen Jinnian put the sack containing the parts aside, handed Manager Meng a cigarette, and said with a smile.
"Hey, love, I mean, Jingnian, I need to go under the knife!"
The steward surnamed Meng hurriedly took the cigarette and put it on his ear. Seeing Chen Jingnian nodding, he said at the top of his voice: "Who is so generous? Jingnian, you don't know, the fierce man in your fifth uncle's arms is
Er Zhang has seen how greedy we are."
Chen Jinnian smiled, scratched his head, and said: "Uncle, you know that my father's life was saved by my fifth uncle, and how much my fifth uncle has helped our family over the years. That fierce man
Zhang is just a little bit of my thoughts to make his old man happy."
"No! I heard from your fifth uncle that you had to pick and peck at that ornament for more than a year to make it. That energetic look and that scary look in your eyes.
And if you and your sister serve him since they are a child, that is not emotion! What you are doing is your heart and affection!
Your fifth uncle also said that those sharply opened eyes and the red dots on the belt of the robe were all stained with blood from your fingertips. That's it, that's it. Just listening to it made me lose my mind.
"
"You still know this, but it's not that evil."
"Hey, Jingnian, we are supposed to be setting up the Eight Immortals Table to receive the Sixteenth Party. You and your sixth uncle are always taking care of the master. I..."
"Uncle, what's the matter? Do you think there is anything else you and I are embarrassed to say?"
Chen Jingnian flicked his hand in his raincoat, passed the cigarette to chat with him about what he was talking about, and just waited for the manager's next words.
"Haha, Jingnian, then I, as an uncle, have the nerve to tell you something."
Manager Meng slowed down, and when he saw Chen Jingnian nodded with clear eyes, he said: "Jingnian, see if you can spare the time to help me dig out an object. It's not big, it doesn't need to be big."
"This, Uncle Meng..."
Chen Jingnian was a little hesitant. He waited for the other person to take a deep breath before he said in a hesitant voice: "Uncle Meng, you always know that the statue of Meng'er Zhang that I carved for my fifth uncle took more than a year to dig out.
If you want to make a bold move..."
Manager Meng's face became a little ugly when Chen Jingnian hesitated. After hearing what he said, he quickly waved his hands and said: "I can't, I can't! I dare to control the same object as the earth and the earth god.
Maybe the devil is stunned."
"Uncle!"
Chen Jingnian sighed as if he had put down a heavy burden, clapped his hands and said: "My uncle, you always kill people without using the knife. This asthmatic one is going to kill you! OK, as long as you don't panic, it's not right.
Ah, don't you always want to close your eyes and shut up? Or Qin Qiong?"
Chen Jingnian controlled the muscles on his face, and his expressions were so precise that he almost gave Manager Meng a heart attack.
"Well, close your eyes, Guan Gong! Well, Qin Qiong! Pixiu, I just want a Pixiu."
Manager Meng's words were shouted out, and Chen Jingnian was almost suffocated to death by the strong smell of smoke and tar, which was stronger than the pile of bones in the next courtyard.
"Uncle, we must be wet. You told me earlier, Pixiu, okay, just Pixiu."
As he spoke, Chen Jingnian raised his head to get out of the attack range of the biological weapon. He looked at it as if he was looking for a leak, exhaled, and then said: "Let me tell you the truth, I am looking for wood to give me
Liu Shuer carved a statue of Qin Qiong and Qin Shubao.
You don’t know, my sixth uncle has been talking to me for several years, but I haven’t responded. Now I have no place to run. I entered the factory and fell into the hands of my sixth uncle. It’s only been a few days. Every now and then
Hit me, hit me on the head."
"Your sixth uncle, Director Li of the Security Department of the Steel Rolling Mill?"
"No, why don't I go into the factory now? It's just downstairs from my sixth uncle and his friends. My sixth uncle is a cannon shooter in the army. He has terrifyingly strong hands. I've been afraid of him knocking me on the head since I was a child."
"I heard someone say..."
As he spoke, Manager Meng glanced at Chen Jingnian and said mysteriously: "Director Li of the steel rolling mill, he is also a well-known Jueer outside the door curtain. Qin Qiong, then I am brave..."
"Ma Juer! Not to mention being unreasonable and hitting me if I don't obey. He can lift two ammunition boxes with one hand, and it will hurt for a long time if he hits me."
Chen Jingnian scratched his head and said: "Uncle Meng, don't be afraid of being late when we have a good meal. I will carve Qin Qiong for my sixth uncle during my free time at work. I will go out in the dark to carve Pi Xiu for you in the evening. It's a little slow, but it will definitely make you happy.
See you before the New Year."
"Hey, Jingnian, the situation is so interesting!"
Manager Meng was so happy that he rubbed the plaster rolls with both hands, his lips trembled, and he smiled so hard that his eyes almost slit, and he said loudly: "I, I will go pick up the wood right now, you wait a moment, wait a moment."
"
"Uncle, don't be anxious, be careful where you step."
Chen Jingnian knew that he had successfully opened a corner of the scrap yard, and he felt like a rainbow hanging in the sky. He said loudly: "Uncle Meng, please take a look and see if there are any pictorials or other things. I have little experience. It's better to have something carved."
A comparison."
"Tear it down yourself? I'll pick out the wood first. Those things are hard to find. They're all stacked together. You have to tear them down and move them."
"I'll do it first, then you can see if you like it or not."
Chen Jingnian found a dry place and fiddled with piles of waste paper.
Broadsheets, tabloids, magazines, books, yellow cardboard, miscellaneous papers and letters were all piled up in piles. Chen Jinnian picked through them, mainly looking at some envelopes and old books.
After rummaging for a long time, I found the illustrated book without the book cover, and found a Tianlu ornament carved from jade inside.
This is an auspicious beast shaped like a tiger and leopard, with a head and tail like a dragon, two wings on its back, and a curved horn on its head.
This Tianlu walks on the small dark yellow paper, looking forward to its glory.
With the pretense, Chen Jinnian diverted his attention.
I looked here and there to see what kind of thread-stitched tome sandwich there was, what kind of unglued scrolls were there.
If it weren't for the fear of infection, he would have cut his fingers and smeared some blood on each object.
He just couldn't understand why other people had systems and such when they traveled through time, and why he didn't even have a hair when he came here.
…
Because he has no hobbies of collecting antiques or collecting stamps, Chen Jingnian couldn't distinguish between good and bad ones, so he only picked out the ones that looked good.
After looking at it for a long time, I couldn't figure out the reason, so I finally picked up the envelope.
The stamps are in good condition and have no damage. Use a knife to peel off the stamps that can be peeled off, or cut them out if they can't. It took me a long time to sort out the stamps before I found five or six that I liked.
"Jingnian, Jingnian, give me a hand."
Manager Meng's lean body carried half of the screen and came back carrying a piece of wood.
"Uncle, what are you doing?"
Chen Jingnian stepped forward to take the screen and placed it firmly on the ground.
"Haha, don't you want red sandalwood? Take a look."
Manager Meng took the piece of wood and knocked on the frame of the screen, "It's made of red sandalwood, third-grade red sandalwood, first-grade red sandalwood, old material, guaranteed not to crack."
"Uncle, you and I don't know each other outside, so I just told you that I only have fifty cents left in my pocket, and I still have to save it to buy groceries. You just need to get me a table leg."
Chen Jinnian lowered his voice and said a little helplessly.
"What are you doing? Are you looking down on your uncle?"
Manager Meng stared, patted Chen Jingnian's hand, and said: "This is just for lighting firewood, you just take it, I will write it down in the account later, and treat it as my buyer to light the fire."
"Can it really happen? We guys just do it for a toy..."
"Keep it in your heart. Although you, Uncle Meng, are not a jueer, you are still a well-organized person who knows what is important and what is important..."
"Come on, stop talking, it's mine, it's not mine."
Chen Jingnian cupped his hands, picked up the illustrated book and said, "Uncle, do you think this Tianlu is eye-catching?"
"this……"
Meng Guanshi looked at it for a while, rubbed his chin and said: "Tianlu, it's not bad, it's just a bit rustic..."
"Uncle, I've been thinking about it just now. Let's do this. I'll carve this Tianlu carving for you and keep it at home. Then I'll carve a small Pixiu for you. You can wear it on your body and it will protect you from disasters.
Ou, Yong'an Bailu, I wish you good fortune and wealth every day."
"Okay, okay, it's really sealed."
After hearing this, Manager Meng immediately rolled up the plaster rolls again and raised a gust of demonic wind.
Chen Jingnian avoided it without leaving a trace and said: "Uncle, look, I just won a few scrap stamps. Please give me a price, including the bicycle parts."
"Boy, let me tell you what you are good at. It's not even waste paper! It's not enough to wipe your dirty hands or blow your nose! Just keep it if you like it, you! Go to work, don't always be like this
It’s stupid and easy to benefit from it, and it’s easy to suffer losses.”
Manager Meng shook his hands, picked up the piece of wood, picked up the sack containing bicycle parts and walked out.
"Thank you, uncle. Look at how beautiful the painting on it is. When my hand is ready, I will carve another ornament just like this for you."
Chen Jinnian carried half of the screen and followed Guanshi Meng out.
He was talking about the wild goose spreading its wings and about to fly on the red stamp. What Chen Jingnian was interested in was not the wild goose, but the words "Qing" on the stamp.
"Bird? Your uncle can't fly anymore, so you should carve a brave bird for your uncle!"
Manager Meng came to the door carrying the parts, put the bag on the scale, and asked the financial manager to record the accounts.
Manager Meng asked Chen Jingnian to put the screen, the piece of wood and the illustrated book on the scale.
After the treasurer counted the numbers, he said loudly: "Charge this to my account. I asked this child to help me take the house to light the fire."
Chen Jingnian kept smiling, paid for the parts, said goodbye to Manager Meng, loaded up his things, and rode home with the screen on his shoulders. This chapter has been completed!