Siheyuan: I just want to live

At noon, after enjoying a delicious lunch, Chen Feng got on his tricycle and rushed to the vegetable market. He went back and forth between the vegetable market and the tricycle again and again, tirelessly carrying more than a thousand kilograms of cabbage. These cabbages were enough for the cute rabbits in the space to have a full meal and enjoy a good time.

After finishing the important task of purchasing cabbage for Rabbit, Chen Feng stepped on the tricycle again and drove towards the scrap yard. When he passed by the supply and marketing cooperative, he suddenly stopped and walked into the store to select stationery. In the end, he bought a fountain pen and a bottle of ink, spending 16.30 yuan. Although there are cheaper options, Chen Feng, who now has a huge amount of money, believes that only expensive items can match his noble status.

Returning to the scrap yard, Chen Feng found that no one had started work yet. So he parked the tricycle steadily at the door of the warehouse and walked into the communication room. Taking out the exquisite fountain pen from the drawer, he carefully wrote the numbers on the two gun licenses and carefully put them away.

After finishing, Chen Feng looked at the brand new fountain pen in his hand, and suddenly inspiration came to him. He excitedly turned out a few old newspapers and spread them on the table, then waved the pen, splashing ink on the paper like a calligrapher, and wrote four lines of poetry.

After finishing writing, Chen Feng couldn't wait to pick up the newspaper and read aloud: "The moonlight is bright in front of the bed, I wonder..." However, when he just read the first sentence, he frowned, crumpled the newspaper into a ball, and threw it into the fire without hesitation.

This poem is undoubtedly a good poem, but the problem is that the words are really unbearable to read. The words are crooked, of different sizes, and there are even traces of many corrections! Even Chen Feng himself can't stand such bad handwriting.

Chen Feng quickly destroyed his so-called "calligraphy treasure" and sat alone at the table in a depressed mood. At this moment, Zhou Ping, who came in from outside to get ready for work, noticed that Chen Feng was in a daze, so he walked over curiously.

Zhou Ping walked closer and his eyes were immediately attracted by the pen on the table. He asked in surprise, "What are you thinking about? Why are you in a daze? Wow! This pen is really nice! Did you buy it today? How much did it cost?"

Chen Feng looked at him listlessly and said weakly, "Yes! I just bought it today, it's sixteen dollars. Do you want it? If you want it, I'll give it to you."

Zhou Ping waved his hands hurriedly and refused in a panic, "I don't want it. I learned to read in a literacy class. I can't use such an expensive pen. Chen Feng, you graduated from junior high school, so your handwriting must be very beautiful, right?"

When Chen Feng heard what Zhou Ping said, he was struck by lightning and froze in place, as if he had turned into a stone statue. He forced an awkward but polite smile and said to Zhou Ping, "My handwriting is just so-so, not very good-looking. Oh, by the way, Brother Ping! It's time to go to work now, why don't you go back to the warehouse? What if someone comes to look for you? Go back quickly!"

Zhou Ping thought what Chen Feng said was a bit strange. If someone called him, wouldn't it be enough for him to just shout? He would naturally respond when he heard it. But after thinking about it carefully, Chen Feng was right. After all, it was working hours now, and it was not good to stay outside all the time.

So Zhou Ping said to Chen Feng: "Okay! If you have nothing to do, you can come to the warehouse to play with me. I'm going back first." "I'm going back first." Chen Feng raised his mouth slightly, revealing a polite smile, and nodded gently to Zhou Ping, indicating that he already knew. After Zhou Ping turned and left, he felt as if he was about to split, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

It turned out that the original owner of this body had excellent handwriting. However, when Chen Feng received these memories, the situation became very strange - he knew clearly how to write in his mind, but his hands were completely out of control.

After some hard thinking, Chen Feng realized that he had to find a way to improve his handwriting. So, he planned to go to the library on the weekend to buy a copybook and practice it seriously. After all, there will be many places where he will need to use a pen in the future. If the handwriting is ugly, it will really spoil the scenery and may even affect his image.

After adjusting his mentality, Chen Feng walked out of the communication room and continued to devote himself to the "great cause" that he had not completed yesterday! He wanted to continue looking for valuable treasures in the scrap yard.

Yesterday, he had searched the copper and paper product areas, and today he set his sights on the wood pile. When he came to the wood pile, Chen Feng stared at the pile of miscellaneous items in front of him: scattered wardrobes, chairs with three legs missing, beds with only two legs left, and an eight-immortal table without a tabletop...

Chen Feng was somewhat stunned. Isn't it said that there are many Ming and Qing furniture that people don't want in the scrap yard? Why is the scrap yard I'm in full of these junk?

But Chen Feng thought about it and it made sense. Everyone sent the usable furniture to the consignment store. Who would sell it to the scrap yard? The consignment store paid more. The scrap yard only charged one cent for two kilograms of wood, the same price as firewood.

However, Chen Feng still went forward to search, and two hours passed. Using his limited knowledge of wood, Chen Feng found two chairs and an eight-immortal table.

The Eight Immortals Table was made of mahogany, had no tabletop, and was missing a leg. The red sandalwood armchair also had a leg missing, and the Huanghuali official hat chair simply fell apart at the touch.

Seeing these broken furniture, Chen Feng didn't want to look for them anymore. He dismantled them and put them into sacks. Chen Feng took them to the finance office to pay Sun Xiaojuan and dragged them back to the communication room.

Chen Feng returned to the communication room and quietly put the wood into the space, saving it for future use in making beads.

Suddenly Chen Feng remembered that the cloth he had exchanged for fish from Textile Factory No. 2 last time had not been used yet. Chen Feng checked and found that the things were still piled in the corner of the room.

Chen Feng took out the three defective cloths, blue, black and gray, put them into a sack and placed it on the corner of the table. Then he walked towards the office of Station Master Li.

Arriving at the door of the office, he knocked gently a few times. A voice from inside said "come in", and Chen Feng pushed the door open and walked in.

Stationmaster Li asked Chen Feng with some confusion, "Aren't you turning over wood? Why did you come to me? For payment, please contact Accountant Xiaojuan. She will be responsible for collecting the money. You don't need to contact me."

It seems that Stationmaster Li also knew about his behavior of looking for things in the scrap yard, but he just ignored himself.

Chen Feng walked forward and said, "Stationmaster, this is not about paying the money. I have already paid! I am here to talk to you about something else."

Li Guotao was even more confused. He asked puzzledly, "You spend all day either reading in the message room or looking for things in the scrap yard. What can you do? Tell me."

Although Chen Feng knew that what Station Master Li said was true, he still felt a little uncomfortable. How could he say that? After all, he had made contributions to the scrap yard, such as bear meat.

Chen Feng explained, "I really have something serious to do. I got some defective cloth. It's not a big problem. If you pay attention when cutting, it won't affect the making of clothes. I want you to ask other people in the station if they want it?"

When Li Guotao heard this, he clapped his hands and said, "This is great! How much fabric is there? Where is it?"

"There are 180 feet. It's in the reception room. The three colors of blue, black and gray are 60 feet each."

"Okay! Let's go, I'll go inform everyone. You go and bring the fabric to the lounge, I'll have everyone go there."

Li Guotao walked out as he spoke, and Chen Feng followed him out of the office. He returned to the communication room, picked up the sack of cloth and went to the lounge.

When Chen Feng came to the lounge, everyone was there. Zhao Youshan and Zhang Dalong had switched to the night shift, and the day shift security guards were now Liu Baotian and Li Jun.

Li Dahua and Li Xiang, who were responsible for classification like Wang Dajiang, were also there, as well as accountant Xiaojuan and Zhou Ping, who were usually at the scrap yard.

When Chen Feng came in, Li Guotao, who was standing in front, began to speak, "Comrade Chen Feng got the fabric this time, so let Comrade Chen Feng tell us how to distribute it!"

Chen Feng walked to the front carrying the sack, put it on the ground, took out the cloth inside and put it on the table, then said

"The fabric this time is defective, but it won't affect the making of clothes if you pay attention. There are three types of blue, black and gray, each with 60 feet, and they are all thick fabrics. The quantity is limited, so please discuss it."

After Chen Feng finished speaking, the people below started talking, apparently discussing the quantity they needed.

Chen Feng saw that everyone had almost finished discussing, so he said, "Okay, now those who need it can start cutting the fabric themselves."

After hearing what Chen Feng said, everyone took out their rulers and scissors and started cutting by themselves.

Soon everyone got the fabrics they needed. Then Li Guotao stood up and said, "Everyone has got the fabrics. I will ask Accountant Xiaojuan to advance the money from the station's account. You can return the money to the station when you go to work tomorrow."

"If it's not convenient, you can choose to deduct it from next month's salary. Okay, everyone, go away. Chen Feng, you and Accountant Xiao Juan go get the money."

After saying that, Stationmaster Li left the lounge first and returned to the office.

Chen Feng stared blankly at Li Guotao's strange face as he left. How did he come up with such an advanced method of installment payment? Could he also be a time traveler?

Sun Xiaojuan looked at Chen Feng who was standing there in a daze, walked up to him, patted him lightly and said, "Let's go! Come with me to the finance office and I'll get you the money."

Chen Feng came back to his senses after being photographed and said, "Oh oh oh! Let's go get the money!"

Sun Xiaojuan ignored Chen Feng who was not in the right state and left on her own. Chen Feng followed her into the financial office, took the money, and returned to the communication room in a daze before he came to his senses.

Chen Feng looked at the two hundred and seventy yuan in his hand and happily put it into the space. Together with the original money, Chen Feng now had more than six thousand yuan.

Chen Feng happily stayed in the message room until the end of his shift, then rode his bicycle happily to the courtyard.