Siheyuan: I just want to live

Yi Zhonghai, who was sitting in the main seat, watched the two victims leave one after another, said softly, "Meeting adjourned", then slowly stood up and walked towards his room.

Seeing this, Chen Feng walked over to Xu Damao and stretched out his right hand. Xu Damao quickly handed the bag of meatballs to Chen Feng. Chen Feng took the bag, looked down, and was surprised to find that the bag was empty.

He widened his eyes and said to Xu Damao in disbelief: "You ate it all?"

Xu Damao replied nonchalantly: "There weren't many to begin with, so of course I ate them all in one go."

Chen Feng frowned and asked in confusion: "Didn't you have dinner tonight? How can you eat so many meatballs?"

Xu Damao grinned, patted his belly and said, "I ate it, but the food is not as delicious as these meatballs!"

Chen Feng continued to ask: "Aren't you afraid of eating too much and tossing and turning at night and unable to sleep?"

Xu Damao waved his hands and said nonchalantly: "No way! It's better to have a full stomach than to be so hungry. Okay, I'll go first!" As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and strode out of the central courtyard.

Chen Feng looked at Xu Damao who was leaving and was a little confused. After all, he himself had never been hungry. He had never been hungry in his previous life, and he was well protected by his parents and grandfather in this life, so he had never been hungry. So he couldn't understand what Xu Damao said, that it was really a blessing to be able to eat enough.

Shaking his head, Chen Feng sighed inwardly. Seeing that most people around him had left, he thought it was time to go back and rest. So, he walked slowly towards his house under the dim lights of his neighbors.

After a while, the neighbors in the yard turned off the lights and went to sleep, and the surroundings fell into silence. At this moment, Chen Feng did not turn on the lights, but walked out of the house quietly. He carefully took out the fish that Stationmaster Li needed from his space and placed them in the yard to let them freeze naturally.

Time passed by, and when the fish were completely frozen, Chen Feng quickly packed them into sacks again, and then put them into the space to properly preserve them to ensure freshness. In this way, he only needed to take the fish to the scrap station and hand them over to Station Master Li tomorrow to complete the task. After doing all this, Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and went back to the house, ready to fall asleep.

The next morning, sunlight shone through the window into the room, illuminating the tranquility. However, this tranquility was soon broken by a piercing alarm clock - Chen Feng was abruptly pulled back to reality from his sweet dreamland by the alarm clock.

He rubbed his eyes, reached out his hand and fumbled to turn off the annoying alarm clock, then slowly sat up. He was still in a daze, as if his mind was still stuck in last night's dream. Then, he staggered out of bed, mechanically put on his clothes, walked to the pool in the middle courtyard to complete the simple washing steps. Finally, he pushed out his bicycle and started a new day's work journey.

For Chen Feng, today was still the day that made him lose interest in going to work. Every step seemed so heavy, as if he was dragging a heavy burden under his feet.

After arriving at the scrapyard, the first thing Chen Feng did was to add some coal to the stove to keep it burning and bring a little warmth. Then, he put the sack containing the frozen fish in the corner of the message room. After finishing these trivial things, Chen Feng could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He sat on a chair and picked up a novel and read it with relish.

In this boring world, reading became Chen Feng's way of entertainment. He immersed himself in the wonderful world constructed by words and temporarily forgot everything around him. Time passed quietly, but he was unaware...

It was not until a knock on the glass pulled Chen Feng back to reality from the world of words that he was in. Chen Feng quickly opened the window and said with a smile on his face, "Webmaster, you are here!"

Li Guotao pushed the shabby bicycle and stood outside the window with a solemn expression. He said in a low but firm voice: "Did you bring the things?"

Chen Feng still had a cynical smile on his face, and replied softly, "I brought it."

Then, he nimbly picked up the heavy sack from the corner, walked out of the message room with brisk steps, and placed it steadily next to Li Guotao.

Li Guotao carefully untied the sack and carefully checked the items inside. After confirming that everything was correct, he turned around, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and said to Chen Feng: "The goods are indeed good, the quality is fine! Here, this is the reward you deserve." After that, Li Guotao took out an envelope from his bulging briefcase and handed it to Chen Feng without hesitation.

Chen Feng quickly took the envelope, then expertly tied the sack back together and tied it to the back seat of Li Guotao's bicycle. After doing this, he quietly watched Li Guotao get on his bicycle and slowly leave until he disappeared at the end of the street in the distance.

After Li Guotao walked away and disappeared, Chen Feng's brain finally reacted. Why did the scene just now look so much like the scene of the * * dealer transaction on TV in the previous life?

Shaking his head vigorously, as if to get rid of all the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Chen Feng walked briskly back to the message room. He gently opened the envelope, and what came into his eyes was a thick stack of banknotes - a full thirty brand new big unity! Looking at the "huge sum" in his hand, Chen Feng felt a strong sense of happiness in his heart, as if the whole world had become beautiful.

After contentedly putting the money into his own space, Chen Feng suddenly lost interest in reading. He raised his wrist to check his watch. It was just past 8:30 in the morning, and there was still a long time before the end of get off work. So Chen Feng, carrying his schoolbag, walked out of the communication room and began to wander around the scrap yard.

First, he came to the paper goods area under the shed to see if there were any new books or other treasures. When he got there, he saw Wang Dajiang busy sorting a pile of waste paper under the shed, while Zhou Ping was assisting him.

Chen Feng stepped forward and shouted, "Uncle Wang, Brother Ping, we are busy!"

Although Chen Feng was calling people, his hands were not slow. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to each person. Wang Dajiang and Zhou Ping took the cigarettes but did not smoke them. Instead, they put them behind their ears.

Wang Dajiang was the first to speak, "Why didn't Chen Feng read in the message room on such a cold day? Why did he come out?"

Zhou Ping also echoed, "Yes! The message room is small, and a stove is enough to keep it warm. Unlike the warehouse, it is still too cold even with a stove. I can only help Uncle Wang work and exercise to keep warm."

Chen Feng ignored Zhou Ping's complaint and replied to Wang Dajiang, "I'm almost done with the book I picked last time. I'll see if there are any new ones."

Wang Dajiang said with a smile, "You will be disappointed this time. It's winter vacation now, and all I received were textbooks and waste newspapers. There are no other miscellaneous books."

After hearing what Wang Dajiang said, Chen Feng gave up his plan to rummage through the waste paper pile. Instead, he said to them, "Since there are no new books, I won't disturb you from working. I'll go look somewhere else first."

Wang Dajiang said casually, "Okay, go ahead!"

Chen Feng left the shed and wandered around the scrap yard again. The iron and copper piles had been taken away at the end of last month. There wasn't much there now.

Chen Feng passed by the wood pile and looked at the small mountain of wood. He had no interest in searching because there were too many things and few good ones. This pile of wood should be taken away after the New Year, right?

Chen Feng continued to walk forward with a firm step, and suddenly, he stopped abruptly as if he was cast into a spell. It turned out that there were two small and exquisite porcelain jars placed next to the old tableware not far ahead.

They are not small, but they are about 16-17 cm high, and the diameter of the jar mouth is about 20 cm. The whole body of this pair of porcelain jars is painted with exquisite blue and white dragon and sea water patterns, which looks quite unique.

Chen Feng couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he quickly stepped forward and looked through the two porcelain jars carefully, but he didn't find any signature. Based on his experience, he judged that these should be porcelains fired in a folk kiln during the Qing Dynasty. Looking at the size of the porcelain jars, he thought, "Well, they are quite suitable for storing flour."

At this moment, Chen Feng became more and more interested in these old tableware. He took off the schoolbag on his back and put it aside, as if he had embarked on a treasure hunt full of surprises and expectations.

Time passed quickly, and it was already noon. However, Chen Feng was still immersed in this wonderful exploration and had not yet finished looking through all the items. After a quick lunch, he could not wait to return to the original place and continue to search.

Time passed by, the sun gradually set, and it was not until around four in the afternoon that Chen Feng finally completed the search in this area. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at his harvest - in addition to the porcelain jar he found at the beginning, he actually found a whole set of exquisite blue and white tableware! This set of tableware has twelve plates and eight bowls, which are carefully carved with the style of the Kangxi period, and every detail shows the superb craftsmanship of the time.

In addition, there are two particularly eye-catching large pink peach bowls, their main body presents a bright yellow hue, and the bottom is printed with the Qianlong period. Facing these precious items, Chen Feng couldn't help but feel confused: Why did such exquisite porcelain appear in this scrapyard? They should be in the cultural relics store?

However, for Chen Feng, these questions are not important. What is really important is that from this moment on, these treasures will belong to him, Chen Feng. Although he is currently unable to confirm whether these porcelains are genuine, his heart is full of expectations and excitement. After all, whether they are real or not, this unexpected harvest has made him experience an unprecedented sense of satisfaction. Perhaps one day in the future, after professional appraisal, these porcelains can really become priceless treasures? Thinking of this, Chen Feng's mouth corners slightly raised, and the light of hope flashed in his eyes...