The mountain ghost blows out the lights

Things have been said almost, and there is no need to stay here for a long time.

The three of them are not nonsense characters, not to mention bringing up these long-term memories today, it is inevitable that they will feel heavy, and they will not be in the mood to exchange pleasantries or chat.

Taking one last look at the mask, Shen Feishan stood up on his knees: "Okay, I'll take you out."

"No hurry..." Yan Jinping wanted to be polite.

"Let him send it off." Shen Lianxing understood very well, "Otherwise, it would be difficult to leave this building with just the two of us."

Yan Jinping: "..."

He thought of the candlestick like a hidden weapon, and the 'automatic watering machine' that hit people that he had never seen before. The polite words circled around his mouth, and quickly turned into a very enthusiastic sentence: "Then I will trouble you."

The situation is special, it is important to go out safely, everything else is false.

After leaving the small building, there is a stream at the other end.

The stream gurgled through the rocks, and the source should be on the mountain.It's cold now, and the current is not strong, only a small stream trickles over, washing away the pebbles along the way.

I didn't pay attention when I came here, but now I feel more relaxed, Yan Jinping walked around a little, and heard the sound of "bang bang" beside the stream.

It was as if something was beating the stone continuously.

After taking another two steps to the other end, I saw that the original sounding objects were two wooden sticks, the tails of which were mounted on a shaft, and the shaft was connected to a water wheel, which was constantly rotating with water as the power, driving the wooden sticks. With a stick, tap a flat stone slab beside the stream.

I don't know how long this thing has been placed there. The front of the wooden stick is worn out, so it is bounded by two iron rings, and it is knocked on the stone slab. Over the years, two small holes have been knocked out of the slate.

"Boss Shen." Yan Jinping has figured out the rules, turned to look at Shen Feishan, and asked confidently, "Then you made the 'automatic machine'?"

Anyway, Shen Feishan used the same format to name everything, and there was no possibility of any changes.

Judging by the strength and frequency of the two hammers, maybe it is a 'rice pounder', 'pounding medicine machine' or the like?

"Huh?" Shen Feishan was about to talk to Shen Lianxing, when he turned around and saw Yan Jinping standing beside the creek, he smiled and said, "You have a good eye, did you guess? That's the automatic washing machine I made."

Yan Jinping: "..."

He did not expect this.

He carefully observed the two wooden sticks, and hesitated, "You mean, these are for washing...?"

Although it is true that beating is used to wash clothes, the strength, speed, iron bars, and small holes in the stones should not be what a "washing machine" should have anyway.

It's almost like an 'automatic human-hitting machine'.

"That's right." Shen Feishan didn't think there was any problem at all, "Look, I live alone now, I'm an old man, it's inconvenient to do anything, and I don't have so much time, so I just want to do something to help me wash my clothes... ..."

"But this won't work." He said again, "It doesn't work, you have to manually change the clothes by yourself after you hit it, otherwise the clothes will be hammered, and I often get hammered by it, so I might as well wash it myself. I don't need it later gone."

"The water flow is still small now." The old man proudly introduced, "If you come in summer, it will turn even faster."

Yan Jinping: "...Success, I understand."

He praised from the bottom of his heart: "You are really a great inventor."

Inventor of instruments of torture.

Next time the enemy is caught, he will be sent to live with Shen Feishan for two months, and he will definitely talk about everything.

Shen Feishan didn't know whether he didn't understand or didn't care, but the old man always waved at the two of them: "I'll see you off soon, I know you're short on time, go back and have a look—by the way, that person Ruxiu isn't used to it very well, No matter what you see for a while, don't be surprised."

——It's just a note, even if it's related to the magpie, but it's not like they haven't seen the exquisite design, what can they have?

The two agreed, took their leave and left, actually not taking Shen Feishan's advice seriously.

It wasn't until they returned to Linlang Pavilion that they really understood the meaning of Shen Feishan's words.

Cheng Ruxiu left behind quite a lot.

The chest was on the ground, wide open, revealing its contents.

Most of them are made of paper, such as manuscripts, references, and drawings. They are neatly folded together, and the edges are a little yellow with time, but there is no defect or insect damage, and the handwriting is still clear and well preserved.

Shen Lianxing took down the stacked drawings and found that there were too many things on the table, so he simply spread the drawings on the ground, found a soft cushion, and sat on the ground to study. .

The paper with all kinds of strange graphics drawn on it spread all over the floor.

Yan Jinping couldn't understand it anyway, and he couldn't help with this part, so he leaned on the beauty couch beside him, stretched out his head and glanced casually.

Observed from the side for a while, commented: "It seems that Cheng Ruxiu has the habit of writing notes, which is quite good."

There was an I-shaped part drawn on the roll of paper in Shen Lianxing's hand. It couldn't be seen for its purpose, but it was filled with densely packed small characters, which should be notes.

Yan Jinping likes people who are organized - what's more, it saves them a lot of effort, otherwise they have to study their functions one by one.

Shen Lianxing took the blueprint and glanced at Yan Jinping hesitantly: "..."

That expression was indescribable.

"What?" Yan Jinping wondered, "Is there any problem?"

Could it be the drawings?

"He, this Cheng Ruxiu." Shen Lianxing shook off the paper in his hand twice, trying to explain his feelings, but couldn't find the right words for a while, so he simply handed the paper to Yan Jinping, and said expressionlessly, "You Just look at it and you'll find out."

What's going on here?

Yan Jinping took the paper with some doubts.

Cheng Ruxiu's handwriting is beautiful.

The mechanism engineer's hands are steady, the paper is not big, and the space left after drawing the picture is even smaller.Now it is filled with large and small characters, all of which are clear and not stuck together at all, which shows that the skill of the writer is very deep.

just the content...

——"The materials ordered eight days ago were delivered today. There is no other way but to delay the production time. I asked Feishan to help me to finish it. The price of steamed stuffed buns on the East Street has increased, and the boss's store is deceiving customers. I will not go again."

"Reduce half an inch here, otherwise the operation will be unstable."

——"A big spider appeared in the corner. It was huge. Is that the size that a spider should have? I kept staring at me in the corner. I was really afraid that one day it would dislike me, so I picked up the broom and drove me out of the house... Feishan said That's impossible, maybe I'm worrying too much."

"The material is too soft. When it is improved, try adding refined iron next time."

——"In the afternoon, I tried to turn the client into the main. First, I drove the spider away from my house, but the thing was too big. I fought with it for [-] rounds. I lost, and the spider hit me."

Daily babbling and key information are entangled, and he flicks the broom with a hammer here and there, making people's minds confused, and from time to time he will forget what he said earlier.

Yan Jinping turned the paper over, and there was still something behind.

——"The bills don't match? You have to ask me about such a small thing? What does the hired manager do? He will be fined tomorrow... Forget it. It's not easy for him."

"The surname Wang lied to me again with a broken bottle. The clerk in the store is new, and he was almost fooled. The more I think about it, the more angry I get. No, I have to find a way to beat him up tomorrow."

"Where did that spider go? I hope it won't suddenly happen in the middle of the night... It's better to forget about it."

So many things, on paper, most of them are trivial in life.

Yan Jinping returned the drawings to Shen Lianxing.

He finally understood the expression on Shen Lianxing's face.

Xiu means mountain. The reason why Cheng Ruxiu is called "Ruxiu" is probably to let the holder of this name be as steady as a mountain forest.

...But obviously this purpose has not been achieved.

40 years ago, Cheng Ruxiu was like a young sparrow that became a spirit, chattering, writing down all the big and small things on the paper, writing whatever was at hand, and drowning the original dimensions on the drawing If you don't look closely, you won't be able to tell the difference.

Moreover, the description is very detailed, even such things as the price increase of steamed stuffed buns have to be written, it really makes people... wonder what he is thinking.

Is Cheng Ruxiu really such a genius as rumored?

Yan Jinping silently watched Shen Lianxing pick up the next drawing, lost in thought.

"No wonder Shen Feishan wants to put all these things away." After looking at it for a while, Shen Lianxing said, "If these things get out, Cheng Ruxiu's last bit of face will be lost."

Who knew that the legendary genius mechanism engineer turned out to be such a person?I don't talk about it, I just care about some trivial things, even the cleaning of spiders has to be evaluated, so that people can see what it looks like.

Mr. Shen sighed.

Although he knew that there were many difficulties in studying the flying magpies, he never thought that the first difficulty he faced would come from Cheng Ruxiu, who talked too much.

If he wanted to extract the part he needed from this vast sea of ​​notes, he would have to be very busy.

Yan Jinping walked up to him and looked down at the densely packed handwriting.

Every picture is very clean, although there are indeed a lot of words, but they are all written very neatly, there are basically no scribbles, even when writing about the love and hatred between myself and the giant spider.

Cheng Ruxiu...should be a person who is very serious about life.

"No wonder Shen Feishan wants to study these things." Yan Jinping said thoughtfully.

Shen Lianxing was busy turning a picture upside down, without looking up: "What?"

"I don't understand the blueprints of organs or flying magpies, and I can't express my opinions." Yan Jinping also grabbed a cushion and sat next to Shen Lianxing, and picked up a piece of paper, "But thinking about this matter, whether it is a ghost or a mortal, They all have similar reactions, and no one can stand alone."

They didn't know Cheng Ruxiu at all, and they could infer some of his life from these accounts.

As a friend who lived with Cheng Ruxiu, how would Shen Feishan feel when he read these words?

——"It's sunny today, suitable for traveling, call Shang Feishan and go boating together."

"What's the matter, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

The author says:

Cheng Ruxiu: Sharing a beautiful (grinding) life.

Shen Lianxing: ... After reading all of this, I won't be short-sighted.

Yan Jinping: Don't write a diary on the construction map, you!

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"Mountain Ghost" has been written for so long, and it really took a lot of energy. I still feel a little bit behind my physical condition recently. I want to relax a little bit. I will update it every other day for a few days. I will try to increase the number of words in each update. Thank you for your support ( bow