Chuan Shu 80: I am doing scientific research on the island

Chapter 133 It’s hard to be a good person

Wang Cuie simply had no place to go, and she had to see her mother-in-law's face when she returned home, and Chunjuan even played tricks on her, telling her to go home and not stay in the city and mess with her.

So Song Wenjun proposed to "seek out information", and she readily agreed.

Spreading gossip and making troubles are her forte.

So after eating the pork head, she wiped her shiny mouth and began to visit from house to house.

There was a bicycle bell ringing at the door, and a young man who looked like a student leaned half in and said, "Master..."

Song Wenjun put down the book in his hand and got up from the ground, "What's broken?"

The young man looked her up and down. She was malnourished for a long time. She looked as old as a fourteen-year-old girl. The young man couldn't make up his mind for a while, and didn't know how to speak.

"The tire is flat?"

She deftly put the bicycle upside down on the ground, and in two or three strokes, she peeled off the leaking tire and found the place where the nail was punctured.

"It's a penny for sticking tires." She looked up at the young man.

Basically, few people come to repair punctured tires, because they have no technical content, unless they are far away from home and have no tools at hand.

Song Wenjun watched his student dress up and wanted him to glue it himself. She can provide glue, which can also save some money.

"Oh, yes, yes."

The male student obviously didn't understand what she meant. Seeing that his ten fingers were cleaner and more delicate than his own, Song Wenjun laughed at himself, picked up the file and began to polish the air leak.

"Your handbrake is not working, you can't stop, do you want to change a brake line?"

She just squeezed the handlebar habitually. The front and rear brake lines are not working well. When encountering a downhill or an emergency, does he use two legs to brake?

The male student asked in embarrassment, "Many, how much?"

"Well, one brake cable is eight cents, and two are sixty cents."

"Also, forget it."

"No money? If you don't have any money, just owe it first. I'll change it for you. You are really too dangerous. When you have money, come and pay me back."

"No, no, no, thank you for your kindness."

The male student dropped a penny and ran away, leaving Song Wenjun confused.

Kindly treat it as a donkey's liver and lungs?It's hard to be a good person these days, so it would be better for her not to be a virgin.

A bicycle repairman came all morning. At noon, Wang Jiaren sent Dahei over and brought her two sets of tables and chairs.

"Wenjun, we will produce thirty rice cookers this morning..."

Wang Jiaren was excited when he said it, and when he turned around, he saw that Song Wenjun was holding a welding torch, sparks were flying in the room, and he swallowed the rest of the words.

"What are you doing?"

"induction cooker."

"what's that?"

"It can boil water, cook rice, stir-fry vegetables, cook noodles, shabu-shabu..."

what?

I just got a rice cooker, and now here’s an induction cooker?

Wang Jiaren looked at it for a long time and couldn't understand it. It was all a bunch of electronic components, so it was normal if he couldn't understand it.

"I'm leaving, the dog is tied to the door for you."

Song Wenjun let out a "hmm" and continued to fiddle with the things in his hands.

I don't know how long it took, but Dahei at the door suddenly barked, followed by Wang Cui'e's scolding.

Song Wenjun poked his head out of the window, "Dahei, stop screaming, come here!"

Wang Cui'e almost peed her pants in fright, and couldn't help cursing, "You are trying to scare me to death. When I left this morning, there was no dog. Where did this beast come from?"

"Second Aunt, come in and talk."

Her voice is too loud, like a broken gong, it is really noisy.

"How is it? Did you find it?"

"I found out, but what about the benefits you gave me? I won't say anything if I don't see the benefits."

Song Wenjun handed her fifty cents.

"Are you sending a beggar?" Wang Cui'e scolded.

"This is a part. I have to confirm that the news is reliable, and then I will pay you the other part."