When he came to Zhoutong hardware store, Lao Zhou just opened the door of the store.

"Why is your face a little pale, was it too intense last night?" Ling Li asked.

"Fuck off, you kid can't spit ivory out of his mouth." Zhou Tong said angrily, "It's still not for you, if it weren't for the damage to the meridians and the slow recovery of the Xingchen Source Force, he wouldn't have retired from the army." Yesterday, in order to beat you with that broken knife, the consumed star source power couldn't recover in more than ten days. Even if you kid still have a little conscience, this shop will be handed over to you to take care of today, and the old man will have to go back to the house to meditate and recover. ”

After Zhou Tong finished scolding a few words, he turned around and went back to his residence, and threw the entire store directly to Ling Li to take care of.

It turned out that it would take Xingchen Yuan Power to build that knife, no wonder I watched Lao Zhou strike the iron last night, and the surface of the hammer seemed to be glowing with a layer of red light. At first, I thought it was because of the reflection of the fire, but now that I think about it carefully, it turns out that Lao Zhou is pouring the source power of the stars into the hammer. Although he was scolded by the old guy as soon as they met, Ling Li's heart felt very warm and full of gratitude. It is not easy to absorb and refine the star source power in the martial artist's body, and it will not easily consume the source power for irrelevant people.

He watched Lao Zhou's back and entered the room, then picked up a broom and dustpan to carefully clean the store again, and then took a rag and wiped the counter and shelves. Since he joined the shop as an apprentice, for more than two years, this kind of chores have been entrusted to him to do, and it has become a habit.

The business of the hardware store was not good, sitting in the store for half an hour, and no business came to the door, Ling Li couldn't help but feel a little bored, so he picked up the "Atlas of Alien Creatures Yearbook" that was about to be turned over. He has been accustomed to the desertion of the small shop over the years, and Zhou Tong doesn't read much, but because the store sometimes deals with pioneers and buys some minerals, medicinal materials, or refining materials such as fur and bones on the body of alien beasts, the store has several reference books published by the Federation, such as "Atlas Yearbook of Alien Organisms", "Encyclopedia of Medicinal Materials" and "Yearbook of Mainland Minerals", so that it is easy to find and compare.

Much of this is something to be learned in the "Biology", "Physics" and "Geography" classes at school.

In the past two and a half years, Ling Li has read these encyclopedia-like reference books back and forth more than a dozen times in Zhou Tong's hardware store, and he can almost memorize the contents to the extent that he is like a stream.

It's just that most of the content of this kind of publication for civilians is some common ordinary creatures or minerals, and some powerful or rare animals and plants or minerals are not included.

Because there is really nothing to do, Ling Li's boring way of dissipating this kind of is to memorize the content of these reference books, which is indeed a little uncomfortable. But it also has a good point, at least in the three courses related to it, his grades have always been excellent. In each exam, only the two main subjects of Chinese and mathematics are pulling back, and the final total score can only be regarded as the upper middle in the class.

Just when Ling Li's eyes were half-open, and he memorized the "Atlas of Alien Creatures" again for a while, his classmate Lin Liang poked his head out of the door.

Ling Li raised his head: "Bamboo pole, what's wrong?" ”

Lin Liang is thin and tall, and the nickname "bamboo pole" is very appropriate.

Seeing that Ling Li was the only one in the store, Lin Liang walked in with an iron kettle in his hand, "It turns out that you are in the store, it just so happens that I have leaked the kettle at home, help me make up for it." ”

Ling Li stood up, "You are not too tired to walk two streets with a broken kettle?" ”

Lin Liang said with a bitter face: "This is not just to bury my head in my homework, my mother told me before I went out, but I forgot it." The blacksmith's heart at the door of my house is very dark, and this pot actually costs two yuan, so I think of you. Fortunately, you are in this store, otherwise when Daddy comes back at noon, you will have to be beaten. ”

Ling Li took the iron kettle from Lin Liang's hand, and looked at it upside down: "You can really do it, burn such a big hole." Your father beat you, not because the pot was burned, but because he didn't care about it. ”

"Didn't I write my homework, and I accidentally forgot about it."

"Homework is inherently focused, and you should have put the kettle down before you did your homework."

"I don't want to drink some boiling water......"

Ling Li said, "Okay, you always have a point...... If I hadn't been there, you'd be beaten up this time. ”

As he spoke, he trimmed the edge of the hole in the kettle with a small file, then looked for a piece of tin, found that it was not large enough, and rummaged through the scrap box under the shelf, and found a piece of alloy iron the size of a fingernail, and stuffed it into the repaired flat hole.

It is not difficult to repair the pot and mend the pot, and the average person mainly does not have the tools and materials at home.

Ling Li put the iron kettle on the steel pot, picked up the small iron hammer and began to clank and beat, first riveting the small iron piece with the hole in the bottom of the kettle.

"No wonder your handicraft class grades are so good, the alloy arm guard that Teacher Fu awarded you yesterday is worth more than three hundred yuan, and many students are blushing." Lin Liang said while watching Ling Li work.

Ling Li smiled, stood up, and came to the hand grinding wheel to smooth out the riveted burrs, "This thing doesn't have any technical content, just do more." By the way, which university are you going to apply to? ”

Lin Liang opened his mouth: "I...... Haven't figured it out yet. ”

Ling Li said: "You have good grades, you should be able to get a good test." ”

As the two were talking, they saw two customers enter the store, both in their thirties, one tall and one short, with unshaven faces and stains, and they looked like the kind of pioneers who ventured outside the city.

"What do you need?" Ling Li put the iron kettle down and asked politely.

The two of them first looked at Ling Li, then glanced around the store and asked, "Is the boss here, we have some materials to sell!" ”

Zhoutong's hardware store not only sells goods, but also buys some materials for making weapons, armor or tools, and since the purchase price is slightly higher than that of the government, pioneers often come to sell some things. This kind of scene has been seen a lot, except for some special items, he can make the decision in the acquisition of most ordinary materials.

Lao Zhou was cultivating in the back room, recovering the source power of the stars, and Ling Li didn't want to bother him for such a trivial matter.

So he said: "The boss is not here, what the two of you want to sell, I can decide the general thing." ”

"How much is a squirrel skin?" The stocky man asked.

"From three to ten, I have to see things before I can bid." Ling Li said.

The tall man nodded, "The thing is outside, you can take a look outside with us." With that, he turned and walked out.

"You can use sandpaper to polish the bottom of the pot again, and that's it." Ling Li pointed to the iron kettle and said to Lin Liang, then followed behind the short man and walked towards the door of the store......