Siheyuan: I just want to live

Chen Feng walked into the message room. At first glance, the room was not big, less than ten square meters. There was an ordinary paulownia wood desk near the window. It was simple in style, with only one middle drawer and two cabinet doors. There was a paulownia wood chair next to it, and a coal stove in the corner, but there was no charcoal fire in it. There were a few nails on the other wall, obviously used to hang things.

Chen Feng looked around and was quite satisfied with everything in the room. The reason he chose this position was that there was less work and less things to do, and he didn't have to worry about performance issues at all.

Moreover, the national standard salary of 18 yuan per month is also quite good, and there is a chance to become a regular employee and get a raise after working for two years! Compared with the life in my previous life where I was busy all year round but had little left, this job is simply too ideal.

He began to look forward to the future: no longer having to endure the hardships of wind, sun and rain; every day he could drink tea, read books and newspapers leisurely... This leisurely and comfortable life is exactly what he has always dreamed of! Thinking of this, Chen Feng couldn't help but smile - the future is really full of infinite beauty!

Chen Feng thought to himself: "Finally I don't have to work like a dog like everyone else! By the time I need to curl up and work hard, I will have already retired!

If we can find a few valuable antique items at the scrapyard, our descendants will have a better life!"

Chen Feng suddenly realized a serious problem - he didn't know how to identify antiques! This was a really tricky problem! However, he decided not to rush for the time being and think about how to successfully find a bargain later when he had time.

At this moment, the most urgent thing is to light the coal stove. After all, the weather in December in the city is really freezing cold.

Chen Feng hung his schoolbag on the wall and started to clean the furnace. This furnace was actually the type that burned coal balls, which was completely different from the honeycomb coal used in his family.

Chen Feng took some effort to clean the furnace, then went to the tea room, shoveled a full shovel of coal, and put it into the furnace.

When he saw the pile of coal briquettes against the north wall outside the tea room, he found a worn-out basket, shoveled a basket of coal briquettes and moved it into the message room at the gate.

After finishing all the work, Chen Feng's forehead and back were covered with sweat. He slowly sat down in front of the table to rest for a while. At this time, he saw someone had brought back a full truck of waste to the waste station.

These people who are out collecting waste are also employees of the scrap station. The tricycles they use are also provided by the scrap station, but if the tricycle breaks down, they need to pay for repairs themselves.

Chen Feng walked over to join in the fun for a while, then felt a little bored, so he turned around and ran to the sheds in the south to find some books to read. After all, reading was one of the best ways to kill time in this small communication room.

Walking into the shed where paper waste is stored, you can see that all kinds of paper products are clearly classified and organized. Newspapers, books, notebooks, used textbooks, and cardboards are all bundled and neatly placed in their respective places.

Chen Feng was so embarrassed that he didn't want to continue searching. He was afraid that he would mess up these things and then have trouble explaining to others.

At this time, Zhou Ping and a middle-aged man in his forties came over here. Each of them was holding a pile of unsorted old newspapers or something like that in their arms.

When Zhou Ping saw that it was Chen Feng, he asked, "Chen Feng, why are you here? Have you completed the succession? Which position are you in?"

After seeing Zhou Ping, Chen Feng quickly replied, "It's already been done! I work at the security office, taking over my grandfather's shift. It's not too boring, so I thought I'd come over to find some books to read. But I saw that they were all tied up, and I was afraid that I'd get scolded if I messed up!"

After Zhou Ping and the other two put down the things in their arms, Chen Feng took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to each of them.

After receiving it, they did not light it immediately, but put the cigarette behind their ears. There are too many books and papers here, and smoking here can easily cause a fire.

I only heard the uncle laugh, and then said: "What are you afraid of? If it gets messed up, I can just reorganize it. It's no big deal. We have nothing to do anyway."

He then asked, "You said you took over your grandfather's job? Then the uncle Chen at the door was your grandfather?"

"Yes uncle! That's my grandpa."

The uncle laughed twice and said, "We are all family, so it's even easier! My name is Wang Dajiang, you can look for some first, and tell me what kind of books you like, and I'll save them for you!"

Uncle Wang turned to Zhou Ping and said, "Let's go over there and smoke some cigarettes. Let Xiao Chen find it slowly by himself."

As he said this, he dragged Zhou Ping out. Zhou Ping, who had not said a word, had to wave to him as a farewell.

After getting Uncle Wang's consent, Chen Feng started looking for books that interested him after the two of them walked away.

Don't touch the textbooks. The younger ones have already learned them in the future, and the older ones can't understand them. Besides, Chen Feng is very satisfied with his current diploma and doesn't plan to take a higher diploma.

Chen Feng came to a pile of miscellaneous books and began to look for the books that interested him among those that were worm-eaten, rat-bitten, water-soaked, moldy, and had pages missing.

The blisters do not affect the reading, the books are not missing any pages, some of the thread-bound books have no cover and are written in classical Chinese, which looks like ancient books. I don't know what books are written in foreign languages, but I can't understand them anyway!

This time Chen Feng really embarrassed the time travelers. Other time travelers were all very good at speaking foreign languages, but Chen Feng couldn't even read an English essay, which proved that he had missed the nine-year compulsory education.

After an hour of picking and choosing, he found nearly a hundred books. Seeing that no one was around, he immediately put the books written in classical Chinese and foreign languages ​​into the space. Anyway, it doesn't take up space. If there are any valuable books in it, wouldn't he make a fortune?

Looking at the fifty books left on the ground, Chen Feng kept a novel and put the rest into the space. When the others got off work at noon and went home to eat, he put them in the reception room at the gate.

He checked the time and saw that there was still an hour left before the end of the get off work day at 11:30. Chen Feng began to bundle up the messed-up books and put them neatly in order, and finally finished them before the end of the get off work day.

Although Uncle Wang said he could tie it up again, Chen Feng felt that he had to clean up the mess himself and it would be better not to trouble others.

Chen Feng walked towards the reception room at the main gate with a pile of books in his arms. He was just pretending to be there for others to see! When he passed by the bungalow, he saw someone packing up and preparing to go home for lunch.

Walking into the message room and squatting in front of the table, Chen Feng put the books in his arms and the last books he had put into the space into the cabinet door, then took out the lunch box and went to the tea room to heat up his meal.

Just as he gently placed two lunch boxes into the pot, preparing to heat the food in water, he suddenly heard a slight and hurried sound of footsteps from behind him. Chen Feng keenly noticed something unusual, and quickly turned around, looking back with a cold gaze. He saw two figures in security uniforms appear in front of him, staring at him closely, their eyes full of vigilance and alertness.

One of the security guards saw that Chen Feng was not wearing his work uniform, so he asked coldly, "Who are you? Why are you here?" His voice was cold and questioning.

At the same time, the other security guard cleverly used the former's body as a cover, retreated quietly and silently, reaching out to grope for the shovel placed at the door, as if he was ready to deal with any dangerous situation that might occur at any time.

When asked, Chen Feng replied: "My name is Chen Feng. Today is my first time to take over. I am taking over the post of my grandfather Chen Fusheng at the entrance of the communication room."

In fact, up to now, Chen Feng has introduced himself like this no less than four times. He secretly wondered in his heart, wondering how many times he would need to repeat the same words this afternoon!

Seeing that Chen Feng did not launch an attack immediately as expected, the two security guards were slightly relieved, but they were still skeptical about what Chen Feng said. In their eyes, Chen Feng was still regarded as a person with ulterior motives.

The man who was talking to Chen Feng walked a few steps forward to the pot and said, "Oh, that's why! No wonder I've never seen you before! Then why don't you eat at home but come here instead?"

Chen Feng smiled slightly and replied in a relaxed tone: "I am the only one left at home now, and I am too lazy to go home and cook. There are some dishes left over from last night, and I can eat them after heating them up a little at work. I am not that particular!"

In fact, these dishes were specially left by Chen Feng this morning, but considering that eating fish early in the morning was indeed a bit of a luxury in this era, he did not tell the other party the truth.

The man pretended to be curious and asked, "What's the dish?"

Chen Feng opened the lunch box and saw two crucian carps weighing about one pound lying inside. He asked the man, "Would you like to try it? It tastes good."

Only then did he feel relieved, because few people with ulterior motives would put fish in the lunch boxes, they usually put bombs in them.

The man quickly waved his hand to refuse, repeatedly thanking him, but in the midst of this seemingly natural conversation, he made a small movement without leaving any trace. At the same time, the other person who was originally standing at the door quietly walked into the house.

During the whole process, Chen Feng did not notice anything unusual. If he had done something wrong, he would have fallen to the ground.

The two of them put their lunch boxes into the pot. While they were waiting, the man who had just spoken to Chen Feng began to introduce them. "My name is Zhang Dalong, his name is Zhao Youshan, and we are both security guards at the scrap yard."

Chen Feng chatted with them casually, and when the meal was ready, he put on thick gloves and carried the lunch box to the reception room. He opened the door, put the lunch box on the table and started eating.