Siheyuan: Traveling through three years to gain the power of a palm

At noon, Jiang's mother and second aunt were cooking, and Da Lei was helping. Xiaoyu went out to play with Jiang Yang and Jiang Yue.

"Uncle, do you have any seeds at home? Wheat, corn, vegetables, fruits, etc. Any seeds will do."

"As for seeds, I still have some corn seeds at home that I haven't used up. I also have some wheat seeds. I also have some vegetable seeds like cabbage, radish, cucumber, and winter melon. If you want, I can prepare some for you."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle. Not too much, just a little will do."

"Well, why are you being so polite? You're asking Second Uncle to do something for you. He's so happy. Wait."

Jiang Fan did not ask his second uncle to help him find chicks for poultry such as chickens, ducks, and geese. When he signed in in the morning, the system gave him two pairs of chicks and ten kilograms of feed. He was not in a hurry.

Chapter 9: Scrapyard

Time passed and a week went by quickly.

Last time I got some seeds from my second uncle's house, which gave the farm space some initial greenery.

After a week of signing in, Jiang Fan had earned quite a bit: fifty in cash, three industrial bills, a ton of general-purpose feed, some fruit, and a set of mechanical repair tools. Now, he had fruit seeds too.

The farm space-time ratio is 1:5. Now 35 days have passed in the farm space. Jiang Fan doesn't have to worry about planting at all. Just a thought and a wave of his hand will do it.

This week he went to the library to read books every day. The main books were expanded from maintenance to traditional Chinese medicine. He wanted to learn more about traditional Chinese medicine. Maybe he would come across some good medicinal materials one day.

He hadn't gone up the mountain this week. He'd leave the traps there to those who were destined to find them. He no longer needed them. If he needed them, he could simply go into the mountains and stock up.

"These days are so pleasant. The last time I came back, I reminded my second uncle that there was food at home, so I didn't have to worry. My second uncle should understand what I meant. If he doesn't, it's okay. After all, I can always support this whole family. Oh, I really want to lie down now."

Jiang Fan strolled out of the library, feeling that the future was bright.

"I have nothing to do today, so I'll go to the scrap yard and see if I can find something good."

Having made up his mind, Jiang Fan walked towards the scrap collection station near Nanluoguxiang.

In the shade of the big tree in front of the purchasing station, an old man in a white vest was enjoying the cool air.

Jiang Fan walked over and skillfully took out a pack of Daqianmen from his pocket and gave the old man a cigarette.

"Uncle, are you resting?"

"Yeah. What's up, young man?"

The old man took the cigarette, took a look at it, and without lighting it, he put it between his ears with his backhand.

"Well, I came here to check out the purchase price and take a look at the items in the scrap yard to see if there is anything I can use."

Jiang Fan took out another cigarette and gave it to the old man, then took out a match to light it for him and lit one for himself.

"Looking for a bargain? Go ahead, go into the third room and find Li Dajiang. Ask him to take you to find it. Once you've found it, ask him to issue you a ticket."

The old man waved his hand and let Jiang Fan in. He had seen many people like Jiang Fan, but most of them were in their forties or fifties, or even older, and young people were rare.

"Thank you, sir."

Jiang Fan thanked him, walked through the gate, and went straight to the third house.

"Knock, knock, knock"

"Please come in."

When I opened the door, I saw a middle-aged man in his thirties wearing a gray military uniform sitting at the desk, apparently working.

"Hello, comrade. I'm here to see Comrade Li Dajiang."

"I'm Li Dajiang, comrade, what can I do for you?"

"Hello, Comrade Li, I'm Jiang Fan. I came to the scrap yard to check out the purchase price and see if there's anything else. The security guard asked me to come see you."

He skillfully scattered the cigarettes, lit them, and placed a pack of cigarettes under the newspaper, all in one go.

"Uncle Cao, the purchase price list is right here. It generally doesn't change much. You can copy it down. If you want to buy scrap, what kind of scrap would you like?"

Li Dajiang took a puff of his cigarette, found a form on the table and handed it to Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan took it and took a look at it, getting a rough idea of ​​what it was. He said, "Are there any damaged bicycles among the scrap we collect?"

This was his main purpose for coming here. On the one hand, he hoped to build another bicycle, and on the other hand, he wanted to familiarize himself with his maintenance methods.

"Bicycles? Yes, come with me. But I have to explain to you first. Most of the bicycles that make it to the scrapyard have been repaired over and over again until they are scrapped. If you want to buy a new one, that's not realistic. My suggestion is to go to a trust store and buy a used one for free."

"Let's take a look first and then talk."

Li Dajiang didn't say much. After the bicycle was collected, the people at the recycling station also considered repairing and refurbishing it, but it was useless.

After walking for two minutes, the two arrived in front of a dilapidated warehouse.

"Xiao Jiang, we're here. We've put all the junk here, like bicycles, tricycles, rickshaws, radios, fans, etc. Go in and look for them. When you've picked something out, bring it back to me and I'll give you the money and I'll give you a receipt.

Just a reminder, the bicycles with blue ropes are not registered yet, so please don't move them, understand?"

"Understood. Uncle Li, you're busy. I can go in and take a look myself."

A pack of cigarettes, 37 cents, that's a good deal. What do you mean by unregistered? Unregistered means the status of these two cars is up to Li Dajiang.

Jiang Fan walked around and saw quite a lot of stuff. Besides the two broken bicycles, there were seven more. He pulled out his tools and started working.

"It's really a mess. None of the tires or rims are usable. The chain is pretty new and usable. The bar is a little bent, but it's okay, just straighten it out. The bottom bracket, flywheel, brakes..."

After about ten minutes of selection, Jiang Fan gathered all the usable parts for the two bikes. After a round of gathering, he only needed to buy two more tires, two more pedals, and a few small parts.

After a moment's thought, Jiang Fan returned his gaze to the radio. School would start in two weeks, and his mother would be alone at home. He'd bring the radio home to entertain her.

He took action immediately, dismantling several radios and gathering the necessary parts for one radio, and then put together another radio with all the important parts.

Live together.

Bicycles and radios, two of them. If you didn't want to hide it, you wouldn't have wasted the money.

After finding these, Jiang Fan wandered around the scrap yard to see if there were any good things waiting for him. After a round, he found no huanghuali or red sandalwood furniture. As for antiques, he didn't understand them and couldn't recognize them.

Jiang Fan didn’t care that he didn’t find anything good. No one could predict luck.

Carrying the bicycle and radio he had chosen, Jiang Fan found Li Dajiang.

"Uncle Li, look, that's all."

"Okay, I'll write you a note. The two bicycles are 25, and the two radios are 12, 37 yuan total." (I changed it; the original one was more expensive.)

"Okay, Uncle Li, you order."

Jiang Fan took out the money and counted out 37 yuan.

"No, wait, I'll give you a note."

Soon, Li Dajiang came over with a stamped approval slip. "Xiao Jiang, if you can fix the bicycle, take this slip to the nearest police station and have them stamp it. If you can't, bring it back."

"Got it, Uncle Li, thank you, Uncle Li."

"Do you want me to call you a wo neck and take you back?"

"No need, Uncle Li. My home is nearby. I can walk back in two steps."

After leaving the scrap collection station, Jiang Fan said hello to the old man and carried his things home.

"This kid is quite strong. It would be a shame if he didn't join the army."

Uncle Cao's eyes were filled with shock. He hadn't expected Jiang Fan to be so strong. Li Dajiang, who had escorted Jiang Fan out, was equally shocked.

A 28-ton truck weighs 20 kilograms, so two cars weigh 80 kilograms. Even the damaged ones weigh 60 to 70 kilograms. The two radios are not light either, and together they weigh 40 to 50 kilograms.

Jiang Fan carried the weight of more than 100 kilograms as if nothing had happened and walked quite fast.

"This kid, I always feel that he will give me a big surprise."

"Xiao Li, do you think he can fix that mess?"

"Not necessarily. Who can say for sure?"

"You're stupid too. Refurbished bicycles also need to be stamped."

"I understand. Please."

Chapter 10 The Prodigal Son

Jiang Fan was carrying a pile of waste back home, which was very eye-catching. People passing by would subconsciously take a look at him, and some even followed Jiang Fan for a while.

In this era of scarce entertainment, Jiang Fan's deeds are enough for people to talk about for three days.

Back in the courtyard, Yan Bugui was still watering the flowers there.

Seeing Jiang Fan coming back carrying something, he subconsciously stepped forward to take advantage of it. Just as he raised his foot to step forward, he seemed to remember something and stopped where he was.

"Jiang Fan, what are you doing? How did you get back so many bicycles and radios?"

"Uncle, why are you talking nonsense even though you're wearing glasses? These are all junk."

"Then why do you get junk?"

"Sell it to the scrap recycling station, Uncle San. I won't tell you anymore. It's too heavy. I'm going back."

Jiang Fan walked into the house. Jiang's mother Shen Yue and Jiang Yu were in the house. Jiang Yu was learning to sew clothes and was currently making sandbags.

"Fanzi, why did you bring back so much junk?"

"I studied mechanical maintenance in technical secondary school, so I'll just try my hand at something simple to get familiar with it.

They were all brought back from scrap recycling stations. If they don’t work, they can be sold back. It doesn’t cost much to buy and sell them.”

"Okay, how about I help you move to your eldest brother's side room? It's more convenient there. It takes up too much space in this room."

Shen Yue didn't care where this thing came from or how much money it cost. Her second son was capable and the money he earned was his as long as he didn't do anything harmful to others.

"That's fine, just move the bike over there and leave the radio alone for now."

Jiang Fan carried a cart in one hand and walked two steps to the ear room.

At this time, a lot of people gathered in the front yard, including unemployed women and elderly people at home, as well as young people who had no jobs and had to carry heavy bags.

Things can't be hidden in a Siheyuan, and news spreads very quickly, not to mention that there is no entertainment information now. If there is something funny, people can talk about it for several days. Even if a long time has passed, they may see something and remember it again.

"Uncle San, you must have seen it all in the front yard. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Yeah, Uncle Three, what does Jiang Fan want to do? Get two bicycles back."

"Are you blind? Is that a bicycle? Isn't that scrap? I guess he found it from the scrap collection station. He thought he was so great because he got into a technical secondary school.

If I wanted to refurbish a bicycle, I'd have spent a lot of money on these two, but I think it was a waste of money."

Yan Jiecheng, who said this, looked gloating. The unemployed young people in the courtyard also laughed out loud.

There was nothing they could do. They all thought Yan Jiecheng's words made sense, and they thought Jiang Fan had wasted his money. As for any major conflicts between Jiang Fan and them, there really wasn't one.

But who made Jiang Fan so capable?

Originally, everyone was doing well, with average academic performance and nothing outstanding. But you, Jiang Fan, studied secretly and not only learned how to fish and hunt, but also got admitted to a technical secondary school.

Because of this, every young man in the courtyard had been beaten or had to go up the mountain.

Who can stand this? Although we all grew up together, and I hope you can live a good life, you can't really live a good life!

Now that Jiang Fan was about to suffer, they were of course happy. You kid, you deserve this day!

Jiang Fan didn't know what they were thinking, and he wouldn't care even if he knew. In his previous life, he worked as a security guard. When he was bored at night, besides watching the live broadcast of Shao Niao, he was happy to read some quotes from immortals and videos about young people sobering up.

As the saying goes, it's just a little bit of wind and frost, not to mention, their ridicule is not even a little bit of wind and frost.

During dinner in the evening, Jiang's father expressed his support for Jiang Fan's behavior and even said that he could ask him for money if he needed it.

The same goes for Jiang Ping'an. After becoming a first-level worker, he pays ten yuan a month for his family's pension, and the rest of his salary is saved by himself. He has quite a bit of savings.

Jiang Yu also said that she could use her pocket money to support her brother.

Jiang Fan was very touched and extorted five dollars from Jiang Yu.

Two days later.

Thanks to the publicity from Yan Jiecheng and others, the news that Jiang Fan overestimated his own abilities and wanted to refurbish the bicycle spread throughout the neighborhood.

In a short time, Jiang Fan's reputation as a prodigal son and a person who overestimated his own abilities spread.

People's evaluation of Jiang Fan, a top student, has also changed. In the past, Jiang Fan was a student at a technical secondary school, who also knew how to hunt and fish and was a good kid.