Seeing the soap the old man threw in, Qin Feng's eyes couldn't help but squinted, he shook his head and said: "Old Xia, I'm a helper in the kitchen, not a soap picker for you. If you feel that I'm not doing a good job, I'm sorry.
You can send me back!"
An ordinary person would not know what the old man's move was for, but Qin Feng had been wandering in society for many years and could see the old man's intention at a glance.
The piece of soap had been used for a long time, but it was only the size of a coin. It was slippery, let alone holding it between two fingers. Even if you stretched out your hand to grab it, you might not be able to grab it.
According to Qin Feng's understanding, this kind of behavior is the basic skill of thieves. Although Qin Feng has never seen it, he heard it mentioned by his colleagues in the city when he was picking up rags in Cangzhou.
Everyone has their own principles to follow.
As the saying goes, "You see your age at the age of three." Qin Feng has been smart since he was a child, and his father is engaged in education. His tutoring is very strict. He has never taken anything that does not belong to him since he was a child.
Therefore, in these years, he would rather take his sister to endure hunger, and never steal a penny from others. This is Qin Feng's principle of life, and it is also the bottom line he sticks to.
You know, thieves have a very bad reputation in society. Although Qin Feng is now in a juvenile detention center, he has never thought that he has committed a crime. Now the old man actually asked him to practice stealing techniques, which immediately made Qin Feng
get angry,
"Huh? Boy, do you know a lot?"
After taking a look at Qin Feng's face, the old man was not angry and said with a playful look: "Come on, tell me, old man, what is the meaning of picking up soap?"
"Why do you ask questions knowingly?"
Qin Feng curled his lips and said: "When you hold soap with your fingers, don't you need the flexibility of your fingers? You must have been an eighth-level fitter before you came in, right?"
For a long time after liberation, skilled workers in factories were one of the most popular professions in the city, and the eighth-level fitters at that time were incredible technical talents, and their status was no less than that of senior engineers today.
let.
However, in society, fitter has another meaning, that is, the so-called "thief". The fitter Qin Feng refers to here is naturally the latter.
"Lao Xia, you didn't come in just for this, right?" Qin Feng looked at the old man with something wrong in his eyes.
Although the old man never told Qin Feng about his affairs, Qin Feng learned some about it from other channels.
Lao Xia entered this prison in the early 1960s. Qin Feng did not know the charges. He was imprisoned for twenty years. He was released in the early 1980s.
Moreover, after investigation, it was found that Lao Xia's case was somewhat unjust. However, there were many unjust, false and wrong cases in those days. The government only compensated him with some money and prepared to let Lao Xia return to his place of origin.
But what people didn't expect was that after being away for more than a month, the old man returned to prison, saying that all his family members were dead and he had nowhere to go. Since the government had settled an unjust case, it would be responsible for his old age care.
What happened to Lao Xia was actually very common in that era.
Many of the prisoners who were sent to remote prisons in those days stayed in prison for thirty or forty years. When they got old, they stayed in the prison and did not want to go back. They stayed in the prison to do some things.
In some remote places in the northwest, some towns even emerged due to the gathering of these released prisoners.
Who doesn't know how the old man convinced the prison leaders that he was actually kept here? Even though he was asked to work as a cook, it was almost like a pension.
But now it seems to Qin Feng that the government may not have wronged Lao Xia back then. Maybe he is a habitual thief. Otherwise, how could he have thought of letting him practice this technique?
"Hey, you usually look like a boring gourd, but your words are also thorny?"
After hearing Qin Feng's words, the old man did not get angry, but nodded and said: "You are right, this is the way to practice stealing. Although you are a bit old, you have practiced kung fu and your fingers are flexible.
The speed is still acceptable.”
"Stealing skills? To put it nicely, you are just a thief, right?" Qin Feng shook his head and said decisively: "I don't want to learn this thing!"
When they were wandering around and picking up rags with their younger sister, Qin Feng and his sister were mistaken for thieves more than once. The look of contempt and defensiveness in their eyes is still fresh in Qin Feng's memory.
"Your talent is high enough, but why do you think like an old master and be so pedantic?"
Seeing Qin Feng's appearance, the old man couldn't help but frowned. He had learned more than just stealing skills. He had learned all kinds of skills. At that time, many people in the world couldn't learn it, but he didn't expect that he would eat it in front of this kid.
Closed door.
"Dad taught me that I must be an upright person and not do anything sneaky!"
Back then, for the sake of his sister, Qin Feng could pick up rags and help others harvest and plant crops, but even in the most difficult times, he never thought of stealing. How could he learn what the old man taught him?
"You brat, stealing has been passed down for thousands of years, but when it comes to your mouth, it becomes stealing. Do you know what the art of stealing is?"
Seeing Qin Feng's stubborn face, the old man really couldn't laugh or cry. He had only accepted one disciple in his life, but he was heartbroken. Now he wanted to accept a closed disciple to pass on the secret skills of his master, but he failed to do so.
I gave him a flat refusal.
However, according to the rules of the world, teachers must be careful when accepting apprentices. Similarly, apprentices also have the right to choose their teachers. Qin Fengxue is not willing to learn, let alone become a disciple.
"Stealing is stealing. Anyway, I don't know how to do it. If you have the ability, go to jail and report me. The worst I can do is I'll stay in jail for a few more years." Qin Feng is young, but no one wants to force him to do something he knows clearly.
"You kid, you are so stupid..."
The old man shook his head helplessly and said: "Come with me, change the place, old man, I will tell you a story, if you are willing to learn it, you can draw a conclusion at that time!"
"You are so ridiculous, but I don't want to learn from you!" Qin Feng curled his lips, but still followed him. He was also very curious about this old man. At least his skills were enough to make Qin Feng look up to him.
The old man was not afraid of Qin Feng escaping, so he took him to the prison staff's accommodation area and opened a courtyard door. Inside was a bungalow with two bedrooms in the main room.
"Sit down, this is where I live." After arriving at the main room, the old man greeted Qin Feng and sat down on the Taishi chair in the room.
"Lao Xia, your level is higher than Director Hu's, and you have a separate house?"
Qin Feng glanced at Lao Xia curiously. Generally, bungalows like this were allocated to one family, and it was a bit unreasonable for the old man to occupy such a place.
"Huh? Made of fine huanghuali?"
When Qin Feng's eyes saw the chair under the old man, his eyes immediately widened. When he looked at the table next to the chair, he almost drooled.
"I said Lao Xia, are you too extravagant?"
After wiping his sleeves hard on the dusty table, Qin Feng raised his head and said with a suspicious look on his face: "Aren't all these things of yours stolen from other people's homes?"
Mr. Liu from Cangzhou came from a wealthy family, and his household appliances were very sophisticated. His research on antique furniture and other miscellaneous items was very profound. In more than half a year before his death, he and Qin Feng also learned a lot of relevant knowledge.
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The chair under the old man and the table next to it are made of fine huanghuali wood. Judging from the style and workmanship of the wood and the patterns carved on it, they should be objects from the Ming Dynasty.
Huanghuali was introduced to China during Zheng He's voyages to the West in the Ming Dynasty. At that time, Huanghuali was used as shipwreck wood because of its heavy wood. Later, because of its fine wood and scent like musk, it was used to make furniture.
Soon huanghuali furniture became popular in the Ming Dynasty, which also led to the logging of huanghuali wood in surrounding countries. By the Qing Dynasty, it was difficult to find huanghuali aniseed materials. Therefore, the huanghuali furniture of the Ming Dynasty was
Especially precious.
Although people's lives were not very affluent in 1993, Qin Feng heard from Mr. Liu that in an antique shop that was beginning to take shape in the capital, a set of Minghuali furniture in good condition could be sold for at least ten thousand yuan.
Thousands.
The old man's table set should be equipped with two chairs, but even if one chair is missing, it can be sold for at least three to five thousand yuan, which is a huge sum of money these days.
Qin Feng would naturally not be surprised if he saw this piece of furniture in the Liu family's old house. But seeing it here in Old Man Xia's place, plus what happened just now, it's not surprising that Qin Feng thought that the old man had stolen it.
"What a fart, why should I steal it? I bought this thing with real money!"
The old man's years of prison life have already smoothed away his character, but today he is so angry with Qin Feng that he refuses to accept a disciple and even suspects that he is a thief?
"No, how do you know this thing? Aren't you just a rag picker before?" The old man suddenly stopped talking and looked at Qin Feng with some doubts, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. It seems that this boy knows better than him.
It’s even deeper!
"I've learned this from others, so don't worry about who it is." Thinking of the deceased Mr. Liu, Qin Feng felt sad in his heart.
Since the accident at home, he has only felt the care of his elders from that old man. Although Mr. Liu did not take him into his sect, like Liu Zimo, he kept mourning for the old man for seven days.
"I guess you have some discernment..."
The old man did not ask where Qin Feng learned it from, but waved his hand and said, "Then take a look at the other objects in my house."
To be honest, the old man was more pleased than surprised that Qin Feng knew some antique appreciation, because this was also a very important craft among the knowledge he wanted to impart to Qin Feng.
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