boiler room

Chen Jingnian followed the crowd and lined up, and saw Ma Jinzhu and Jiang Xiuming, who were the doormen, picking up food.

Ma Jinzhu held a clay basket about the same height as him, and then Jiang Xiuming took out the lunch box from the steamer.

“…… The sharp fruit in the pot helmet is from my backyard, and the plate is bright and smooth, but it is not something that this kid can hold. ”

Ma Jinzhu stood in front of the steamer, tilting his head, like a roof beast on the house.

The sharp fruit in his mouth refers to the beautiful girl, and the girl with ordinary appearance is called the fruit.

Similarly, boys have corresponding titles---- grandchildren and sharp grandchildren.

These are not good words, and there is a hint of ridicule and teasing in the words.

"I said urging his sister to get married."

"I definitely want his sister to give the pot helmet Teng'er, and by the way, I will collect some dowry."

"Spare me, in October, I pulled my crotch with all the money."

"It's all from a factory, you've only been here for a few years, I've been working here for half my life, I know more people than you, if you pull your hips, I'll have blood in the stool."

"You're bleeding in the stool, you're funny, your blood isn't just random, it's the card table that hit the disaster. Follow, you have more than five cents at a time. ”

"Hey, hey, when I didn't have a hometown, I didn't see anyone give me a long running water."

"How many years have passed since the old man and the old lady of your family, and in what year did the long flowing water with a face value of five cents come out! If that's the case, your hometown won't have to take thousands of dollars at that time. ”

Ma Jinzhu was stunned by Jiang Xiuming, and he didn't know what he remembered, and his thick black and purple lips trembled again and again.

The two carried the earth basket out of the boiler room, and Chen Jingnian rubbed forward for some distance.

By the time he arrived, there were no more lunch boxes on the steamer.

He took the basin and filled the lunch box and returned to the screening group.

Li Xianwen didn't eat at noon, Chen Jingnian's lunch box contained eggplant stewed potatoes, and the remaining sparrow last night was in Nannan's lunch box.

After the sparrows and eggplant potatoes are stewed together, there is a hint of fishy astringency in the dish.

Lunch is steamed sorghum rice, and the last steamed bun is served.

After eating, Lao Liu continued to sleep.

Chen Jingnian finished brushing the lunch box, gently closed the door, walked out of the screening group, and turned to the guard room.

Noon will be the most leisurely, and basically no one will come to do business at this time.

When he was about to arrive at the guard room, he was just in time for the changing of the guard, and saw Jiang Xiuming running loosely, standing upright, saluting, handing over, and replacing Guo Hui who was standing guard.

"Jing Nian, I didn't rest."

Guo Hui greeted him while wiping a layer of sweat on his forehead with his fingers, and said, "This autumn tiger is poisonous." ”

"You still love to sweat so much!"

Chen Jingnian and Guo Hui are junior high school classmates, and they speak very casually.

"Hey, this problem is annoying!"

Guo Hui sighed, and untied the neckline with three strokes and five divisions.

The two walked into the guard room one after the other.

"Okay, pot helmet, don't pull down at all when you do the action."

Wang Zhijun took the rifle in Guo Hui's hand and put it in the iron cabinet, pointed at Wang Tianzuo and said, "Look at you again, those few steps let you run, and the whole person is a small and stupid man who carries a big bag." ”

Chen Jingnian looked at the old-fashioned steps greedily, although he knew that these steps had been scrapped, and they were just like goods, but he still had the idea of wanting to go up and touch two handfuls.

"I'm Xiaoli stupid, you are Shui San'er, cough cough ......"

Wang Tianzuo just drank a sip of water, choked into his trachea when he spoke, and shot back with water.

When the fire at the city gate affected the pond fish, Guo Hui wiped the mist on his face and shouted, "Uncle Wang, you are going to spit lotus flowers!" ”

"Pot helmet, your Uncle Wang is choking on milk."

Next to him, Ma Jinzhu grinned with thick black and purple lips and said with a smile.

"Old Ma, you're not too young, why can't you hold it so much. Return your Uncle Wang. ”

Wang Zhijun, who was lying on the gun, was unhappy, and flicked the cigarette butt in his mouth at the Ma Jinzhu.

"Hey, Wang Zhijun, you farted and fell into Mars, and almost burned Lao Tzu's hair."

"Ma Jinzhu, I shouldn't have left half of your son's milk!"

"Ma Zhizi, look at your big mouth......"

……

There is a miasma of smoke in the gatehouse, and the spiritual poison far exceeds the harm of second-hand smoke.

Chen Jingnian looked at this group of old men driving big cars, as if they were in a small theater where two people turned.

"Jing Nian, you have something."

Guo Hui opened the lunch box and took two bites of rice, looked up and said.

"Ah, it's okay, just hang out."

Chen Jingnian came to the doorman to see if there was a package from Sichuan Post, and at this time of year, his fourth uncle would send Li Xianwen a bag of peppercorns to boil and soak his legs.

"It's okay, it's okay to walk around with me!"

Guo Hui wiped the rice grains from the corners of his mouth and grinned.

He smiled, and the freckles on his round face looked like they were about to fall off.

"Yes, I didn't count that I was caught by you!"

Chen Jingnian told a joke with a bitter face, followed Guo Hui to carry the newspaper and letter to a lame wheelbarrow, and walked around the factory.

On the way back, Chen Jingnian found that the table leg used to cushion the feet of the car was very special.

It is lighter than ordinary wood in the hand, and the place where it is rolled by the foot of the car reveals the beautiful fine texture inside.

With an idea in his mind, he found half of the wooden flute when he passed by the boiler room and threw it on the car.

Weighing the table leg, he followed Guo Hui back to the doorman.

Wang Zhijun was receiving two salesmen who came to negotiate business, one of them was from Miyun, and the other knew that he was from Henan without reading the letter of introduction.

Seeing that Guo Hui was back, Wang Zhijun and they played poker again in the utility room behind.

Chen Jingnian chatted with Guo Hui while taking out a small blade to clean the dirt on the table legs.

The wood shook off the dirt on the ground, revealing a fine and magnificent texture.

Stood up and stomped his feet, patted off the few sawdusts on his body, swept away the garbage on the ground, and washed his hands.

"Pine or camphor? The wood is a little soft, and the knife walks smoothly, so it shouldn't be pine. ”

Chen Jingnian clearly smelled that in addition to the smell of soap on his hands, there was also a faint fragrance, which was obviously the smell of wood.

"This tastes good, but you can carve Maitreya for the eldest sister."

Chen Jingnian's idea was rejected again, and he decided to carve a hairpin for the eldest sister.

Before the crossing, Chen Jingnian didn't like beads and other literary toys, but he loved face bracelets. At first, I picked my own peaches, removed the skin and flesh, and after drying them in the shade, I practiced with peach pits, and gradually gained some foundation and experience, so I bought olive pits and ivory fruits on the Internet to carve.

He had never touched wood, so his knowledge of wood was limited to hearsay.

And Chen Jingnian's carving things is completely a hobby, and he doesn't make money by pointing to this thing. When I think of what to carve, when I have an idea, I take out the carving knife and materials I bring with me, and do it anytime and anywhere.

Since there was no one around me to ask for advice, it was completely blind by feeling at the beginning, so I took a lot of detours.

One day, when I encountered a problem, I couldn't figure it out, so I remembered to look up information and read posts on the Internet, and continued to work hard after learning a trick and a half.

Give full play to the spirit of the second secondary school that one is not afraid of hardship and the other is not afraid of ugliness.

After a few years of carving like this, countless plant essences were wasted.

The materials are from small to large, and then from large to small, although the carved things are all strange shapes, they are not useless.

Each finished product on the table retains a unique natural wild interest.

"Jing Nian, come to replace the handle, I'll go to change the guard."

Ma Jinzhu threw down the poker, hurriedly fastened his belt, took out his gun and ran out.

"I don't know how to play, so I'll help Brother Jiang bored."

Chen Jingnian held the wood and grabbed the poker with one hand.

"Jing Nian, what are you doing with a nanmu."

Wang Defa sat at the bottom of Chen Jingnian and asked puzzledly.

"Uncle Wang, this is Nanmu, does Nanmu have a fragrance?"

Chen Jingnian handed the wood in his hand to Wang Defa and said with a smile: "You help me." ”

"It's Nanmu, I'm familiar with the wood, and I'm a carpenter in my hometown."

Wang Defa raised his nose and sniffed it as he spoke, then pressed the wood with his fingernails, and saw that there was a trace, so he said with certainty: "I didn't run, it's Nanmu, pine and camphor wood are hard, and I can't move at all." ”

"Uncle Wang, how is Nanmu?"

"See where you use it? Nanmu is rot-resistant, but also insect-proof, the best to make furniture, listen to the old people often say, Nanmu can also cure swelling pain, to boredom, but also to treat edema, I also drank Nanmu soaked water when I hit a child's stomach. ”

"Uncle Wang, what kind of wood is red?"

"Yew, sandalwood, and new rosewood are all red, and rosewood turns purple or dark .....purple as it grows older."

Wang Defa was scratched to the itch, and he muttered something on his mouth, Chen Jingnian listened attentively and nodded again and again.

"Brother Jiang, hurry up and take over."

Seeing Jiang Xiuming, who had just come down from the post, walked away with a jar, Chen Jingnian got up and gave way to his position.

The utility room was lively again, Chen Jingnian weighed it, and after making up his mind, he closed his eyes and deliberated some details.

At this time, Wang Tianzuo's chanting came from the utility room, Wang Defa's complaints, and it was obvious that the game was won.

At the same time, the time to go to work in the afternoon was approaching, and Chen Jingnian got up and prepared to return to the screening group.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Xu Damao shaking his legs and moving forward with his bicycle.

"Axe, isn't Jie an axe, the tip grandson of our courtyard......"

Xu Damao's mouth was full of wine, and his whole body exuded a foul smell.

There are still a few marks on the kang mat on his face, and some vomiting dregs remain on his shoulders.

"Brother Xu, I'm back."

Chen Jingnian was against the door, and a gust of wind blew away the unpleasant smell.

"Xu Damao is broken again, look at his bear-like, a few cups of cat urine to chant the scriptures."

"Why didn't this stupid X come back with something today."

Ma Jinzhu scolded Wang Zhijun's words, and then went to the window to take a look outside, and printed a plump lip print on the glass.

"In the stomach! My brother-in-law sent some stick noodles to our family a few days ago, and when he was talking nonsense, he said that Xu Damao, the grandson thief, came to them half a month ago to show a movie, and he wouldn't turn on the machine if he didn't give some oil stars. ”

Jiang Xiuming spat at the mouth, watching Xu Damao lean the car against the wall of the guard's room, and in a blink of an eye, he couldn't see anyone.

"This grandson."

Chen Jingnian hurriedly closed the door and scolded secretly.

"Your uncle, Xu Damao!"

"This smells, I drank dung."

Wang Zhijun pulled away Jiang Xiuming and Ma Jinzhu, who were scolding, and rushed out.

There was a gust of wind in his face, and he almost didn't smoke him.

Wang Zhijun jumped out of half a zhang away, seized the upper hand, and took two steps back before exhaling a sullen breath in his cavity.

He gritted his teeth and scolded: "Xu Damao, your uncle, your grandson thief came to Lao Tzu to smash the kiln, and now you don't lick it clean for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu has your surname." ”