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Jin Feng looked at his dilapidated manpower three-wheeler, and then at the endless stream of vans, pickup trucks and high-end joint venture cars that drove past him, and couldn't help but smile bitterly for a while.

This is not Jincheng, here, it is the magic capital.

In the magic capital, the rags are all driven box trucks.

The worst ones are all pickups!

I, the tattered king of Jincheng, has become a lo cramped three in the magic capital.

In an instant, Jin Feng finally understood that when he bought this manpower three-wheeler, the reason why the second-hand store looked at him like an idiot.

As the cars came and went, those colleagues who shoveled the ground walked past Jin Feng, showing endless disdain and ridicule for Jin Feng's equipment, which made Jin Feng's face even more spicy.

"Hey, Ah Xiang. You've just arrived, haven't you? Remember to sell me when you receive something. ”

"Hahaha, if you can't get it, it's okay, I'll take care of your food. ”

The rough man boss in a van threw a broken monitor into the cargo box and laughed and yelled at Jin Feng.

Jin Feng glanced back at the rough man, the corners of his mouth turned up, and continued to walk forward.

After the rough man paid, he looked at Jin Feng's body bones that could be blown away by a gust of wind, and shouted loudly.

"Your car is small, you have to go to the small alley to get something. Those old men and women are inconvenient, and you have to help them carry a lot of things. ”

"You can only get their things if you take them. ”

Jin Feng froze and turned around and smiled at the rough man: "Thank you for your advice." ”

casually drove the horn in the small narrow alley, going back and forth in a big circle, not letting go of every corner, and walking over and over again.

The battery of the worn-out horn lasted only forty minutes before it was permanently scrapped, and without the shouting of the horn, Jin Feng was floating around like a sleepwalker.

A hundred years ago, it was home to many of the most underprivileged people.

At that time, it was the time of troubled times, and the magic capital located on the Huangpu River slowly became the financial center of the whole state under the impetus of the times.

After the fall of Tohoku, a large number of refugees fled into the Kannai until the south, and finally converged here.

Where there are people, there is popularity, there is wealth, and it has also become a shining Oriental Pearl.

At that time, the buildings did not pay attention to any rules and plans, and it was fortunate to have a place to live, and gradually, there were more buildings here, and finally formed today's appearance.

With the passage of time, the magic capital has become an international metropolis, but there are still countless old buildings from hundreds of years ago.

These old buildings are not ancient buildings, but all kinds of wood-paneled houses, blue brick houses, and red brick houses.

It is home to tens of thousands of inhabitants, and when you enter it, you feel like you've stepped into a labyrinth.

One chicken feather, two stalls of dog shit.

Cockroaches, bed bugs, and rats run around the streets and walls in broad daylight, and the dense spider webs of telephone lines and fiber optic cables tear the poles crookedly, and they feel like they are about to fall down at any moment.

Houses made of thin planks from the twenties and thirties of the last century are by no means rare here, and colorful clothes, trousers, panties and socks should be hung under the eaves of the street.

Sewage flows sideways on the ground, and the smell is stinking.

After many days of rain and rain yesterday and today, the air is filled with a foul smell, which makes people cover their noses.

The narrowest place is only enough for two people to walk side by side, and under the strong light of the scorching sun, you have to turn on your mobile phone to light up these alleys.

The worst place is that the first floor is a full meter lower than the appearance, and when you look through the security bar, you can still see the remaining water stains inside.

These can see Jin Feng's emotion, and also see Jin Feng's heart.

After walking around, it was already more than six o'clock in the afternoon, and after listening to no less than 100,000 words of nagging and complaining and cursing requirements, all kinds of expectations and worries, Jin Feng also had a bottom in his heart.

Although he didn't have a tweeter, with his old foundation of collecting rags, Jin Feng still gained a lot of things on this day.

After many years, Jin Feng's ability to collect rags has not fallen at all.

Facts have once again proved that the banner of the King of Rags can still be carried by himself!

Wiping his stinky sweat, he laboriously pushed the tricycle out of the alley. When he arrived at the vacant land where most of the ruins had been demolished, he said quietly to the rough man driver and boss of the van.

"The owner gave you a price and packed it for you. ”

The other party looked straight at the huge amount of raged garbage piled up like a mountain of tricycles that were about to rise over the top of his truck, and gave Jin Feng a thumbs up.

"Brother, your lashing skills, awesome. ”

"Better than I was back then!"

Xiao Shan Gao's various rags were packaged and sold to the rough man boss. However, what happened next was something that Jin Feng did not expect.

"I'm sorry, I don't have to >

This sentence immediately attracted serious contempt from the rough man's boss, and he pointed at Jin Feng and taught him a loud lesson.

"What age are you, and you still pay the bill in cash!......? There are a lot of ground-breaking thieves in this rolling dragon, and if they can't steal it, they will rob it openly, and many lonely peers have been robbed. ”

"Cash is not safe, remember no. Na Na Na ...... Come here, I'll teach you how to play >

"What a hillbilly. ”

Although the rough man's mouth is quite a poisonous snake, his heart is good.

taught Jin Feng a lesson, and the rough man also told Jin Feng about his past.

"Wait, I'll get you the cash. You load the goods yourself. Twenty more for you. ”

The rough man has a nice name called Zheng Nengliang, as his name suggests, he is very arrogant but full of positive energy.

This is really Zheng Nengliang's territory, he is also a resident here, and his ancestors were fishermen who fled from northern Jiangsu.

In 1931, the flood in northern Jiangsu Province killed more than 70,000 people, and it was as hot as a stove during the day, with human and animal corpses floating in the stagnant water, and a foul smell of filthy garbage. Gnats, rats, and ants, soaring and climbing, and competing for land with people.

The plague spread, and the suffering was unspeakable.

That year was the 918 Incident, the whole country was struggling, and the delay in disaster relief also led to a large number of people fleeing to the demon capital like crazy.

These fugitive refugees settled at the very edge of the city when they arrived in the magic capital.

During the day, I go out to beg for a living, and at night I roll up a thin reed and use it as a sleeping place.

It's also called the Rolling Dragon.

Later, when the conditions were better, they used reed mats or thatch as materials to build a dwarf and simple grass hut. This kind of grass shed can't escape the heat in summer, can't protect against wind and cold in winter, and is humid and leaky in rainy days, but it is much better than the rolling dragon.

At that time, most of the refugees were at the bottom of the society in extreme poverty, and they could only work as the simplest laborers and low-level occupations that the locals disdained in the magic capital.

Dock workers, rickshaw drivers, factory workers, flour mill porters, and other heavy low-level laborers, in the magic capital of the twenties and thirties, rickshaw drivers were like this.

In this way, it was difficult to survive from generation to generation.

Zheng Nengliang's family is considered to be a lucky one, at least he still has his own house here. It's just that he didn't read much, and he didn't have the good luck to catch up with the era of demolition and relocation, so he had to inherit his father's business and start a business of collecting rags.

Zheng Nengliang went to get money for Jin Feng, Jin Feng slowly unloaded the rags and loaded them into the car, the movements in his hands paused, his neck poked his eyes out, and he suddenly heyed.

After getting into the cargo box, after groping with his hand for a while, he took out a dark and shiny wooden board.

This wooden board looks like a tray for serving food in the kitchen, but it is different from the tray in terms of style.

The bottom of the tray is flat, and there are four curved decorative wooden strips underneath this wooden tray, and the corners on both sides are decorated like dragon patterns.

Beneath the decorative strips are four half-inch-long curved feet. There are also two dark gold rivets on each of the curved feet.

This thing looks like a tray and burden for serving food in ancient times, and it looks like a small tea table where tea sets are placed.

Holding this thing in his hand, Jin Feng was stunned for no less than five seconds.

Lifting the wooden pallet burden to be level with his eyes, Jin Feng snorted again.

On the two edged wooden strips under the burden, there are two black and gold dragon patterns.

The two dragon patterns were blurred, and only the outlines of the two dragons could be faintly seen, but Jin Feng was like a treasure. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~