Beijing, Dashilar.

This is the most famous old commercial street in Beijing.

All kinds of people, whether happy, leisurely, impatient, or sad, life is fully revealed in the passing crowd.

In Beijing in the 80s, the sky was blue, the streets were very clean, and there were all kinds of slogans written on the walls.

Closely rally around the CPC Central Committee and work hard to realize the four modernizations.

Crossing the river by feeling the stones.

Resolutely try, boldly break.

Fight your way out.

A red heart, ready with both hands.

All kinds of slogans show the characteristics of this era.

Zhang Junping sat on the side of the road, with many barge guns, 54 pistols, and semi-automatic rifles in front of him.

Of course, these are wooden replica toy guns.

In addition to these wooden toy guns that children like, there are many ornaments, such as vivid puppies, cute kittens, vivid rabbits, handsome eagles spreading their wings, and colorful tigers full of kingly spirit.

There are a lot of things, and the toy gun carved by Zhang Junping, if painted with black paint, is almost exactly the same as the real one.

Wood carving ornaments, whether it is a puppy, a rabbit, or a tiger, are vivid, both gods and shapes, even if they don't know how to see it, they will say that the carving is really good.

Those who know will definitely say that it is a masterpiece and a collector's favorite.

However, Zhang Junping's business is not good!

No, it's not bad, it's that there's no business at all!

In the morning, it attracted a lot of children, and some parents asked for the price, but when they heard that a wooden gun actually cost a dollar.

The reaction is basically to pull the child and leave.

Of course, there are also different parents, who will first throw down the sentence, "A dollar, robbery?" and then pull the child away.

No matter how much the child cries, he refuses to pay for a wooden toy gun for the child.

One dollar, in Zhang Junping's opinion, is not high at all, and in later generations, he can't even buy a bottle of water.

You must know that in later generations, he is a provincial master of arts and crafts, a provincial intangible cultural heritage inheritor, and his works are all five-figure starts.

It is highly sought after by those woodworking enthusiasts and collectors.

It's just that!

In this, a dime can buy a big bowl of boiled noodles, a dollar can buy more than a dozen catties of grain, you can buy two catties of eggs, you can buy a catty of pork, the kind of pork belly that is three fingers thick.

In this era, where the average salary is less than 50 yuan, few parents are willing to spend a dollar to buy a toy gun for their child.

Even if his wooden toy gun is very realistic.

Even if his wood carving ornaments are masterpieces.

However, in the eyes of people in this era, toys that should not be eaten or drunk are really expensive for a dollar!

Zhang Jun sat quietly on the side of the road, holding a piece of wood and a carving knife in his hand, cutting little by little.

Zhang Junping's expression was focused, the carving knife was sometimes brisk, sometimes powerful, the sawdust was flying, and the palm-sized wood changed shape in Zhang Junping's hands.

There is only wood that allows him to forget the troubles of life for a while.

Not long after, a big dog with both god and shape, lazily lying on the ground and sleeping, appeared in Zhang Junping's hand.

"Big brother, are you making rhubarb?"

Zhang Junping raised his head, and it was a little boy who spoke, a little boy who had been squatting on the edge of his stall all morning.

"Rhubarb?"

"Rhubarb is the dog!" the little boy pointed to the big yellow dog lying lazily on the ground across the road.

"Yes!" Zhang Junping nodded.

The little boy crouched on the edge of his stall, staring at the wooden toy guns on the stall all morning.

Zhang Junping had no business, and although the little boy kept staring, he didn't do anything, so he didn't care about him.

"Little comrade, do you know how to repair furniture?" At this time, another aunt in her fifties stopped and asked when she saw the wood carvings that Zhang Junping was fiddling with.

"Auntie, I'm a carpenter! If you want to repair furniture, you should go to a carpenter!" Zhang Junping explained with a wry smile.

"Oh, little comrade, you are all engaged in wood anyway, I think your wooden gun is very good-looking, you should also repair furniture, right?" said the aunt insistently.

"I can repair but I can cultivate, but I ·····" Zhang Junping smiled bitterly in his heart, he really wanted to ask his aunt, what is the inevitable connection between the realism of this wooden gun and the ability to repair furniture?

"I knew that you were all tinkering with wood, and you would definitely fix furniture!

Don't worry, how much should it be, Auntie will give you money!" Hearing that Zhang Junping would repair furniture, Auntie immediately grinned happily.

After setting up a stall all morning, none of them were sold, but they took over a job repairing furniture!

Forget it! Fix the furniture, just fix the furniture!

As for what artists are forced to do, let's go aside!

Artists also have to eat and live!

Without money, artists have to starve to death!

He didn't want to starve to death on the streets like this hapless predecessor.

Don't talk about it, it's all tears if you talk too much!

Still, let's live first!

Anyway, if anyone tells him now that the artist doesn't bend his waist for five buckets of rice, he will definitely spray him in the face.

"Okay, I'll fix it for you!"

"How much does it cost to repair furniture?" "The aunt asked happily when she saw that Zhang Junping agreed to repair the furniture for herself.

"It depends on what furniture you repair and how damaged the furniture is!

If it's simple, change the legs of the chair and table, and you can look at it!

Looking back, the work I did was okay, just introduce me to more work!" Zhang Junping entered the state quickly, and he already regarded himself as a carpenter.

"Okay, I see that your little comrade is also quite realistic, then you can come with me!"

As soon as she heard that it was only three cents and two cents, the aunt showed a bright smile on her face, and she was not wrong in what she thought, it was cheap to find a young master to repair furniture.

Zhang Junping put the things from the stall into the toolbox.

Then he handed the little boy the woodcarved dog he had just carved, "Thank you, little friend, for being with me all morning!"

Big brother, will you give this big yellow dog to you?"

"Thank you, big brother!" The little boy happily and a little disappointed glanced at the wooden gun that was put into the box by Zhang Junping, "Tomorrow, I will come to sell things with my big brother!"

The little boy naively thought that this was really his reward for accompanying his big brother all morning.

"Okay! I'll give you a little rabbit tomorrow!" Zhang Junping winked at the little boy and smiled evilly.

The little boy was holding "Rhubarb", although he was a little disappointed, it was not the big gun he wanted, but he was still quite happy.

I also fantasize that if I continue to accompany my eldest brother to set up a stall tomorrow, my eldest brother will give him a big gun.

As a result, when I heard Zhang Junping say that he would give him a rabbit tomorrow, he was in a bad mood.

Pouted, almost crying.

.........

Carrying a toolbox and following the aunt, through the alleys, through the alleys, turning around, came to a large miscellaneous courtyard.

When it comes to miscellaneous courtyards, many people confuse miscellaneous courtyards with courtyard houses.

It is believed that the miscellaneous courtyard is that many people live in a courtyard.

In fact, this understanding is wrong.

Miscellaneous courtyards and courtyard houses are two completely different concepts.

In terms of house structure, the building structure of the compound is simple, and it can even be described as simple.

The courtyard house, the structural layout is very exquisite, like what is out of the corridor before the building.

The courtyard gate of the courtyard must be opened in the southeast corner, and the toilet must be in the southwest corner.

Not necessarily.

In the past, the compound was equivalent to our current low-rent housing.

The structure is relatively simple, and the people living in it are all poor families.

Of course.

There is also a kind of miscellaneous courtyard, just like the one in front of Zhang Junping, which is a large courtyard rebuilt from a traditional courtyard house.

After the liberation, in order to solve the housing difficulties of the citizens, the state transformed a part of the courtyard houses into miscellaneous courtyards.

The people of Beijing who can live in this kind of courtyard house are basically working class.

"Aunt Wang is back from grocery shopping?"

"Aunt Wang, what are the dishes today?"

As soon as Aunt Wang entered the door, someone greeted her.

Aunt Wang responded while leading Zhang Junping to the backyard.

Zhang Junping found out that this is a large courtyard renovated from a large courtyard with three entrances.

The yard is very large, and it also carries things across the courtyard.

"Aunt Wang, are you here to be a relative?" someone saw Zhang Junping and asked curiously.

"Isn't my table old? I found a master to fix it!"

"That's a good feeling, my bed is also old, and I'll fix it too!" the man smiled.

Zhang Junping smiled bitterly in his heart, this is to carry out the cause of repairing furniture to the end!

Forget it, a sheep is to drive, a group of sheep is also to be released, just repair it!

It's better than starving!

"Little comrade, look at my table, it's always shaking, it's been repaired a few times, but it hasn't been repaired!" said to Zhang Junping while opening the door and entering the house.

Walking into the hall, Zhang Junping looked at it casually.

There is a table of eight immortals against the wall at the front door.

There are tea bowls and teapots on the table of the Eight Immortals.

On the wall is a portrait of the chairman.

The table of eight immortals is flanked by two chairs with four heads in the early quarters.

When Zhang Junping saw the four-headed official hat chairs on both sides of the Eight Immortals Table, his eyes flashed.

Although he didn't look closely, with his experience as a top carpenter, these two four-headed official hat chairs are objects that open the door widely.

Looking at the shape, it can be broken from the dynasty, and it is an old object of the Ming Dynasty.

Looking at the texture and color of the wood, it can be concluded that this is a pair, a small leaf red sandalwood in the Ming Dynasty.

"Auntie, is this the table?" asked Zhang Junping, pointing to the Eight Immortals table tied with wire. "Yes, that's it! It's always shaking, and it can't be tied with wire!" "Auntie, you take the things on it first, and I'll check what the problem is!"

Zhang Junping helped take the teapot and bowl aside.

Stretched out his hand and shook the Eight Immortals Table to feel it, then lowered his head and went to the bottom of the table to take a look.

"Auntie, your Eight Immortals Table has been around for a long time!

Look at the workmanship, this is the furniture before liberation!"

"Little comrade, you're so right, I'll tell you about this table, or I found someone to do it when I got married!

It's been more than 30 years!" Auntie heard this, high-fived and smiled.

After Zhang Junping finished checking, he looked up and said to his aunt: "You are an old craft, mortise and tenon structure, but it has been used for a long time, and the gap between the mortise and tenon has become larger, so I'll add a plug to you!"

I guarantee you another 30 years!"

"Thirty more years?

The children at home said that they would change to a new one, but I was a little reluctant!

This table was made of good materials at the time!" the aunt touched the table and smiled a little reminiscingly.

"Indeed, you are made of old elm material!

This kind of material won't be bad even if it is used for a hundred years!" Zhang Junping nodded and agreed.

"Auntie, it's okay for me to move the Eight Immortals Table to the yard to fix it?" Zhang Junping glanced at the narrow room.

It is said to be a hall, but in this hall, in addition to the table of eight immortals, official hats and chairs, there are also two beds and a wardrobe.

The originally small room was packed.

There must be no way to fix it in the house.