Broken bowls and broken mirrors are even more on the sidelines. Repairing these things will not make any money and will not increase GDP. Why should I repair them?
Zhou Qingfeng promised free repairs within three days, and the empty shop immediately became crowded. The villagers didn't care whether he could repair it or not. They dug through boxes and cabinets and dug out some old waste products and stuffed them all into his shop.
Most of the things are 'tasteless', useless to keep, and a pity to throw away. So they are sent to Zhou Qingfeng one after another to be used as a living horse doctor. Anyway, it is free. If it can be repaired, wouldn't it be a profit?
?
Zhou Qingfeng was tortured to death by the common people's practical outlook on survival. He could only sternly reject the items to be repaired that were messed up, and try his best to choose those items to be repaired that could give a 'scientific explanation' - otherwise all kinds of messy things would appear.
in front of him.
During the day, he collected items to be repaired and agreed to let the owner pick them up in two days. In fact, Zhou Qingfeng casually used the repair technique to repair the items. Those that could be repaired could be repaired on the spot, and those that were too damaged could only be put away.
On a separate shelf, awaiting return.
After messing around for a day, I am not tired of fixing things, but I am tired of rushing around. Waiting for the sun to set, Zhou Qingfeng closed the door of the shop and prepared to wash up and go to bed. In these days, the lights are dark at night and there is no entertainment. The long night is really boring.
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Suddenly there was the sound of kicking footsteps at the door. Someone knocked on the door outside, and a thin voice shouted: "Master, can you help me?"
The shop door opened again, and there was a young girl standing outside. She flashed a flashlight and said apologetically: "Master, can you repair the table?"
I..., if it weren't for the fact that this girl looks pretty good, Zhou Qingfeng would have wanted to scold her - Why do you come to me for repairs? Can you let me repair something of high value? Is it money or not?
It's the same thing, at least respect the magical arcana from another world!
The girl was very anxious and begged in every possible way. Zhou Qingfeng couldn't say anything. He looked behind the girl and asked, "Where is the table?"
"At school." The girl whispered: "I can't carry that table over."
The co-author asked me to provide door-to-door service - Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head and thought: "Anyway, if you have nothing to do at night, just treat it as a good deed."
"Why is the table broken?"
"The legs of the table are broken. Tomorrow the county leaders will come to inspect, and that table will be used as the chairman's table. But now the table has broken legs, and I really can't find another big table to replace it. Master, please help me. Please give me a price.
I gave you all the money I had."
Zhou Qingfeng really didn't know how to repair the table. He didn't even have tools like hammers and nails. The girl was also sick and rushed to the doctor. She didn't know where to find out that he knew how to repair things, so she hurried to the door.
"Let's go, I'll go to your place and have a look. Let's agree first, I may not be able to repair it." Zhou Qingfeng locked the shop and followed the young girl.
There is a primary school in the village with about two to three hundred students. This girl is a school teacher. Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng is willing to help, she breathed a sigh of relief and took the initiative to introduce herself: "My name is Ma Jing, what do you call me, master?"
He was obviously a young man, but Zhou Qingfeng frowned when he called him master. He could only correct him: "You can call me Xiao Zhou."
"Master Xiao Zhou." The girl still did not forget to mention the word "master", "Thank you so much this time." Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng had empty hands, she carefully reminded: "Master, don't you bring any tools?"
Zhou Qingfeng looked depressed. He wanted to tell the other party that his own cultivation belonged to metaphysics, and it didn't matter whether he had tools or not. "Don't be anxious, I'll check the situation first."
Nantou Township Primary School, the playground was broken inside the fence, the building behind the playground was broken, and the tables and chairs were broken inside the broken building.
There is a long wooden table covered with red cloth in the teacher's office. This is an arrangement made to welcome superior leaders.
The school was deserted except for Teacher Ma. There was only one dim light in the office, illuminating three or four desks piled with textbooks and homework books.
"Your conditions are really bad, it doesn't look like a school at all." Zhou Qingfeng's words made Teacher Ma open his mouth, but he lowered his head and said nothing.
The long wooden table covered with red cloth is quite old. The tabletop is full of holes and pits, all covered by the tablecloth. One of the table legs is broken and it can only be propped up against the wall. There are clear leather shoe prints on the red cloth, and there are also some mud marks.
Wet, just kicked up.
"Who kicked this table leg off?"
"I accidentally kicked him."
"You are so small, do you wear size 41 shoes?"
Zhou Qingfeng asked a few questions, but Teacher Ma bowed her head and stopped talking. After a long time, she begged in a low voice: "Master, help me fix it, can you? If you can't fix this table, the leader will come tomorrow to fix it."
I don’t even have a podium, so it’s very difficult for me to do it.”
"This table cannot be repaired." Zhou Qingfeng refused, and Teacher Ma suddenly became sad. He continued: "I will change a table for you."
Teacher Ma became more hopeful and said weakly: "I want a big table."
"Don't worry, just wait for a while. I'll be back soon and I promise to give you a big table." Zhou Qingfeng didn't know how to repair any tables. He left the school pretending to be, and went back to his shop with the night breeze blowing.
boundary.
As soon as the space-time door opened and closed, Zhou Qingfeng came out carrying a heavy and heavy square table. The table weighed more than a hundred kilograms and was made of century-old oak. It was solid and thick and had a rough style. I don’t know which human settlement leader’s table it is. Now
was moved to reality.
Carrying this table in broad daylight can frighten people, and carrying it at night is also very exciting. Zhou Qingfeng’s steps were heavy even when he was carrying the table, and the ground he stepped on made a thumping sound. When he carried the table to the elementary school, he heard
A man's voice came from the teacher's office.
"Ma Jing, I apologize to you. I shouldn't have kicked your desk just now. But I also do it for your own good. What future do you have if you stay in this rural school and become a private teacher? Follow me to the county. I
I promise to let my dad arrange a formal teacher establishment for you."
There was an imported Kawasaki motorcycle parked outside the office, and it looked like it was second-hand. Zhou Qingfeng carried the desk around the motorcycle, walked to the door of the office, and shouted: "I'm back."
Teacher Ma drooped her head. A man of medium height was blocking her in a corner and pulling her with his hands and feet. The heavy table was carried directly into the office and put down with a clang, startling both of the people in the room.
Zhou Qingfeng took a breath, and the man who was pulling him turned his head and was stunned. Regardless of age, body shape, appearance, and demeanor, the former brought a strong sense of threat to the latter. The man immediately asked with hostility: "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" Zhou Qingfeng felt confused.
The man's face changed drastically. Teacher Ma quickly ran away from the corner, ran to Zhou Qingfeng, pulled his arm, and leaned against his upper body, "I have a boyfriend, you can leave."
Zhou Qingfeng had a straight face - I am obviously a desk repairman.
The man was so angry that his eyes were about to burst. He stepped forward and kicked the newly moved large oak table. He heard a crunching scream, the table was fine, and the man's leg was broken.