Siheyuan: Steel Mill Driver

"If they don't solve the problem, just send these children to the street and let them make arrangements. That way you don't have to worry about it."

"Of course, don't let these kids go to our street. If Director Wang knew about my crazy idea, he would beat me to death."

Ding Fengqin said in confusion: "How much money can you make by picking up rags and collecting waste? Isn't it still not enough to support them?"

"You don't know this! After you get these things back, don't rush to send them to the scrapyard. Keep the old things inside, such as ancient vases, books, calligraphy and paintings, medical books, etc."

"These can all be exchanged for money. If you can't find anyone to buy them, I can keep the valuable ones and give you the corresponding rewards, such as money and food."

"Okay, let's try it first. You can choose the things we bring back first."

"Okay, you better think about it. The price I offer is very low. As you know, these things are not valuable now. They are just better than waste."

"But I won't let them suffer any loss. There are some hidden treasures here that you don't know about, such as the old bicycles and radios that were collected. They can all be used to make money after they are repaired."

Ding Fengqin said speechlessly: "It's easy for you to say, but it's not that simple. If everyone can repair it, they can assemble their own bicycles."

Li Feng smiled and said nothing.

Ding Fengqin said in disbelief: "Don't tell me you can repair these things?"

"Since I said so, then of course I will. But if there are fewer things, that's fine. If there are more, I don't have time to fix them. You know I like to lie flat."

"This is simple, can you teach them?"

Li Feng said speechlessly: "If they want to learn, why learn this? You can ask them to learn cooking from Sha Zhu."

Ding Fengqin didn't understand what the term "stinky brother" meant, and she pinched Li Feng's waist angrily.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

"You never pinched me when we were married, why are you hitting me now that we're divorced?"

"Hmph, I'll let you play tricks on me. Just tell me what your conditions are. Don't beat around the bush with me."

"Is that what I said? Let me ask you, do you know the criteria for accepting a disciple?"

"I didn't tell you directly, but I would have told someone else directly! If you can do it, then learn it. If you can't do it, then forget it."

Ding Fengqin thought about it and rubbed his face and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

"I know that if you want to learn a craft, you have to do odd jobs for three years, be an apprentice for three years, and then go to school for three years."

"Even the Buddha said that the sutras should not be passed on lightly. Since you know the rules of accepting disciples, I won't waste my words. I don't need three years of miscellaneous work and three years of apprenticeship. I will teach them the real skills directly. I can teach them everything I know, but after teaching them, they have to give me a portion of the money they earn."

"Take a look, is this difficult?"

Ding Fengqin is not a young girl who has just entered society. Not only has she heard a lot of these principles, but her master has also taught her a lot of them.

"Don't worry. Since they want to take you as their master, they have to listen to you and accept your arrangements. I have no objection to this."

"At the beginning, I gave them half, but I think it's still too much. I don't know the specific situation now, so we'll see when the time comes."

"The most important thing now is food. Can you help me think of a solution?"

"Food can be obtained, but you can't ask me to get food for you just by lip service, right?"

"You know my wealth. Even if I took out all of it, it wouldn't be enough for those little boys to eat for a few days!"

Ding Fengqin said speechlessly: "Stinky brother, when did I tell you to spend money! The robbers are short of everything except money. If they don't have money, are they still robbers?"

"Okay, rice, flour, cornmeal, cornmeal, bran, what do you want?"

These are what he has in his space. After selling some food, there is still a lot of space left, which is just right for storing other things.

"Ah, I understand the rest, but what does bran mean? Can I eat it?"

"Haha, you don't know this. You know the third uncle in the courtyard, right? The cornmeal porridge he cooks now contains bran."

"No way! Cornmeal already has corn cobs in it, which is hard to swallow. Why add bran to it? Is it still edible?"

"You! Don't underestimate bran. It's a good thing. With it, people who are about to starve to death can survive for a few more days."

"What's so bad about it being unpalatable? It's better than dying, right?"

"Do you know? The price of bran on the black market is almost 20 cents per pound. If you buy one pound of grain, you can buy three or four pounds of bran."

"You could also say that bran is the last straw for those who don't have much money."

"I suggest you not to take out the good stuff right away. You should know that it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality!"

"Brother, how can I not understand this? It's just that we ate cornmeal porridge before, and with bran, it was not easy to eat."

"That's easy. You can tell them to improve their food. Stir-fry some cabbage with some oil residue. Even though they are not satisfied with the porridge with bran, as long as there is oil, no one will care about it. After they finish this meal, they will get used to it."

"If there are any more people who are dissatisfied, they will probably be ungrateful in the future. I suggest you quickly expel this unstable factor, so as to avoid a rotten fish spoiling the whole pot of soup."

"Find a house, and it's best not to let anyone else know the location. Then give me the food list, money, address, and keys, and I'll arrange to deliver the food."

"I'll help you get some lard or something this time! I'll help you improve your food!"

"That's enough for now, it's almost time, I'll go back first, come find me if you need anything."

Ding Fengqin watched Li Feng walk to the door and said, "Brother, I! I don't want to be a thief either. If my master hadn't saved me back then, I don't know whether I am dead or alive now."

"I also want to have a good inheritance. Fate has arranged this, and I have no choice. I cannot disappoint my master's hopes!"

Li Feng turned back, hugged her and said, "Don't worry about it, just do what you want to do."

After listening to his advice, Ding Fengqin felt much more at ease.

Li Feng returned to the courtyard and looked at the iron guard on the door and asked in confusion: "Why is the door still locked? What's going on?"

Just as he was about to take out the key to open the door, he heard Yan Bugui come out and say, "Gousheng is back."

"Well, Uncle San, do you know where my wife is?"

"I would have told you even if you didn't ask me. Zhuzi's wife was about to give birth and came to see you. You were not at home, so your wife and sister-in-law went with her."