"You have collected all the toilet paper in my house, what did you do with it?"
"It's going to rain, get out of here."
"I don't have any extra dog food to feed you..."
Zhang Huaizhi, who was over eighty years old, was playing with a bunch of scattered parts in his hands and chattering to Lu Fei with a wicked smile.
Zhang Huaizhi was aware of Lu Fei's idea of the Rosewood Eight Immortals Table, but he refused to expose it.
Lao Zhang has no children and wishes he had someone to chat with and spank.
If you fight with me, your fur is still very young!
But soon Lao Zhangtou stopped smiling.
There seems to be something wrong with today's junk flying.
Even though this kid is short and skinny, his mouth is never forgiving.
In the past, when he said something sarcastic, Baoshaifei would have retorted.
But today, this boy was leaning against the door frame, as motionless as an old monk in meditation.
His eyes were dull, like a fool's.
At this time, Lu Fei was indeed a little confused.
After the muffled thunder just now, something suddenly appeared in Lu Fei's mind.
To be precise, it is a person's memory and soul, perfectly integrated with oneself.
This person is also called Lu Fei.
At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, Lu Fei, a Taoist prodigy, was born.
The craftsmanship is astounding to the world.
The skill of appreciating treasures is timeless.
Coupled with his profound Taoist medical skills, he became a guest of dignitaries at that time.
In 1914, Yuan Shikai planned the restoration.
In order to gain support from foreigners, more than 13,000 national treasures were collected and presented to Count Sirhan of the Empire on which the Sun Never Sets.
Lu Fei and twelve righteous men from all walks of life sneaked into the Sea King with the intention of hijacking the ship.
Unfortunately, they were outnumbered, so they had no choice but to blow up the bottom warehouse, perishing together with the Sea King, and sinking the national treasure into the South China Sea forever.
"Hello!"
"You kid doesn't want to have your hair braided, right?"
"If you want to die, please die far away. Don't harm me."
Lu Fei came back to his senses and glared at Zhang Huaizhi fiercely.
"Old man, I will always be behind you."
Seeing that Lu Fei had regained his former venomous tongue, Zhang Huaizhi smiled relievedly.
"The sky is unpredictable, and people are prone to misfortune and fortune. It's hard to say who will die first!"
"I have nothing more for you to accept. It's going to rain. Get out of here."
Lu Fei lit a cigarette and took a deep breath.
"You have a visitor on a rainy day, and your old man has been living on a dog for more than eighty years?"
"I mess with those bits and pieces every day. If there are missing parts, I will never be able to repair it even if I work for a lifetime."
"Um?"
Zhang Huaizhi took off his reading glasses and glared at Lu Fei seriously.
"Do you know what this is?"
"Of course I know." Lu Fei looked disdainful.
"Tell me how ugly you are, and I will be rewarded."
"If I tell you, this table of the Eight Immortals will belong to me?" Lu Fei stepped forward and said.
"make a deal."
Lu Fei wiped dozens of parts of various sizes on the table and said.
"During the Guangxu period, the Roman Empire customized a Fengqiuhuang enamel Western clock specifically for China."
"It was worth twenty taels of silver at the time and was the only dowry for young ladies of the Manchu and Qing aristocracy."
"Crack!"
Zhang Huaizhi was so surprised that his mouth opened to the extreme, and his porcelain dentures fell on the table.
No one knows how important this table part is to Zhang Huaizhi.
In order to repair this Western clock, Zhang Huaizhi traveled all over China to visit famous craftsmen for decades.
Even Zhao Youting, the Tianducheng watch master, played with it for more than an hour and still couldn't figure out the way.
You know, the ancestor of the Zhao family was Zhao Yuande, a master at the Qing Palace Manufacturing Office who specialized in repairing watches for the royal family.
Now that a young man who collects rags has revealed the secret, how can Zhang Huaizhi not be surprised?
At the same time, Lao Zhangtou had a glimmer of hope in restoring the Western clock.
Zhang Huaizhi reinstalled his dentures tremblingly and asked Lu Fei tentatively in a low voice.
"Can...can it be fixed?"
Lu Fei also saw that the importance of these parts to Lao Zhangtou was not something to be joked about, so he said seriously.
"There are a few parts missing, but it's not a big problem."
"Can be repaired."
To Zhang Huaizhi, being able to repair is undoubtedly the sound of nature.
He grabbed Lu Fei's hand and asked excitedly.
"Xiao Fei, you don't dare to joke!"
"Don't worry, it can really be repaired."
After receiving Lu Fei's assurance, Zhang Huaizhi burst into tears instantly.
"Xiao Fei, I also have a pair of huanghuali drum stools. If you want to repair them, I will give them to you as well."
"Hiss——"
Lu Fei took a breath of air.
The huanghuali drum stool is a really good thing.
I was thinking about Lao Zhang’s Eight Immortals Table with Red Rosewood and Rosewood. Compared with the Huanghuali Drum Stool, it was just a weakling and completely incomparable.
The current market price for a good-quality huanghuali drum stool is four to five hundred thousand.
If they were put together as a pair, the price would be much higher than the original price.
"Is this true?"
"I'll die badly by lying to you." Zhang Huaizhi promised, patting his chest.
The ancient Western clock from the Roman Empire has a complex structure.
For today's watchmakers, there is nothing they can do without original drawings.
But for Lu Fei now, it's not a big deal at all.
There are thirty-three pieces in total on the table, including large and small gears, springs, circlips, and large and small hands.
The Fengqiuhuang enamel watch case was broken into seven pieces, which Zhang Huaizhi had glued together many years ago.
All that's left is to install the bunch of parts, wind up the clock and get the clock running again.
Just do it.
First make the missing part.
Lu Fei cut a piece of steel wire about an inch and slightly thinner than a toothpick on his tricycle, and quickly heated it red on Lao Zhangtou's gas stove.
Then use two pliers to bend the annealed steel wire into a W shape and drop it into the mud that has been mixed with salt water to re-quench.
Repeated three times, the strength is strong.
This is a W-shaped circlip that is almost invisible now. It is used to fix three gears, one large, two small, and it is an indispensable component.
Everything is ready and the drama is about to begin.
Lu Fei's slender palm moved back and forth on the Eight Immortals table a few times, and all the gears immediately lined up according to his wishes.
Just this unique skill made Lao Zhangtou's dentures fall out again in shock.
What Lu Fei did next was completely beyond what Lao Zhangtou had known for more than 80 years.
I saw Lu Fei holding the watch case in his left hand, grabbing the parts with his right hand, and using his hand speed to the extreme, he kept stuffing the watch case one by one.
Lao Zhangtou put on his reading glasses again, but still couldn't keep up with Lu Fei's hand speed, and all he saw was an afterimage.
Lao Zhangtou grabbed his chest and sat slumped on the ground, trembling as he poured the Quick-acting Jiuxin Pill into his mouth.
In less than three minutes, only the W-shaped circlip just made was left on the table.
Lu Fei used tweezers to fill in the circlip, and fixed the large, two small and three gears with slight trembling.
Turn the Western clock over and easily install the hour and minute hands without the obstruction of the glass case.
Then in turn, twist the spring several times.
Lu Fei let go of his hands, and the ticking clock of the teacher, which had been damaged for more than half a century, came to life again.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Huaizhi pinched his leg hard, then hugged the repaired Western clock and cried loudly.
Lu Fei wiped the sweat from his head and sighed in his heart, how different his body was from that of Lu Fei.
You can't even show one percent of your true strength.
It seems that it is urgent to strengthen one's physique.
Lu Fei lit his cigarette again, glanced at the very excited Lao Zhangtou, turned around and went out with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.
It is obvious that this Western clock belongs to Lao Zhangtou.
Let the old guy calm down first. As for the drum stool and the Eight Immortals table that Lao Zhangtou promised him, Lu Fei is not afraid of him defaulting on it at all.
After spending more than a week together, Lu Fei had a certain understanding of Zhang Huaizhi's personality and was completely at ease with him.
What's more, I need to find a place to calm down now.