Ordinary life starting from a courtyard

Chapter 37: Chapter 37
Zhou Wenliang was gone, He Yushui's red eyes were full of tears, the former brother Wen Liang was gone, and now he has changed.

In the past, He Yushui begged Zhou Wenliang, and Zhou Wenliang never refused. The two grew up and played together, and Zhou Wenliang protected her like an older brother.

He Yushui also had a good impression of this childhood sweetheart, and Zhou Wenliang was so indifferent to each other now, which made her feel uncomfortable, and her tears couldn't stop falling down.

Zhou Wenliang even looked back.

Is it a little too much?
A pretty little girl begged herself and made her cry, would she be said to be unreasonable and not sympathetic?

But asking him to apologize to Shazhu, that's impossible!

Thinking about it carefully, he didn't have much enmity with Shazhu, and now he has revenge.

But it's impossible for him to talk softly to Shazhu and apologize to him!
Not to mention this time, Zhou Wenliang would not even be able to go, just like the licking dog who was sucked blood by Qin Huairu in his TV series.

Shame!

Zhou Wenliang first went to the Beixinqiao Scrap Collection Station to look for old and broken radios, looking for those with better casings, and those that were too old.

I searched and found four bad radios, bought them, put them in a deserted alley, and went to the Dongzhimen waste recycling station...

In half a day, I went to five large waste stations and bought more than 30 sets and a bunch of various electronic parts.

That is to say, the space cannot be connected to electricity, otherwise, he can repair all these things in the space.

However, it's okay, I secretly repaired it in my own room, and when the door was closed, no one would know.

Until the evening, Zhou's mother called for dinner.

Zhou Wenliang didn't dare to let Zhou's mother in, and shouted, "Understood, I'll come right away."

"What are you doing in there, why is there smoke in the room?"

"Didn't do anything, burned something..."

Six units were repaired in half a day, which is not a lot.

In the evening, Zhou Wenliang quietly went to Pigeon Market again. This time, he was dressed lightly. He only wore a big cotton coat, no matter how thick it was, a big hat, and a mask he asked Zhou's mother to sew.

Dressed like this, let alone an outsider, even Zhou's mother was still wondering if this was her son standing in front of him.

The body has changed, no one can recognize it, and the most important thing is warmth.

Dongzhimen Pigeon Market has been lying too much, Zhou Wenliang can be regarded as an old fritter, find a place, clear the snow on the ground, spread rags, put two radios, turn on the flashlight, lean on the nearby tree, put your hands in your hands, and look at it. Waiting for guests.

Regardless of the cold weather, there are many people who come to Pigeon City. Seeing that he has a radio here, many people are watching. Some interested people ask:

"Comrade, how much is this Shanghai brand radio?"

Zhou Wenliang glanced at it: "Shanghai 144 radio with metal buttons and six lights, 130 or you can exchange it with various tickets, all of which are market prices."

"Hey, you are quite expensive."

"Then look, it's probably new, and everything is fine. I can try to see if it can ring for you. If it doesn't ring, return it and replace it."

While Zhou Wenliang was talking, he took out a small generator from his back, the kind used to grind electric lights on bicycles, and it was dismantled from the scrap yard today for modification.

The alternator has a small handle, connect it to the radio cable, turn the small handle vigorously, and there will be electricity immediately.

Zhou Wenliang stepped on the generator with his foot, turned the crank with one hand, and turned on the radio with the other.

I only heard two beeps from the radio, and it was difficult to search for channels at night, so I pinched the search button with two fingers and twisted it indiscriminately.After tinkering for a long time, the long-lost song "Night in the Suburbs of Moscow" came out on the radio.

The tune is beautiful, and it looks very strange and beautiful in the pigeon market at night, and people around hear it.

Zhou Wenliang didn't interrupt either. He hadn't heard it before, and it sounded good.

After listening to the song, a female announcer's sweet voice came from the radio, with a very special pronunciation: "Moscow Radio Station, now broadcasting to Chinese audiences, dear Chinese audiences..."

Everyone was listening intently, Zhou Wenliang turned off the radio with a bang, seeing everyone's dissatisfaction, he explained embarrassingly: "This is, I can't listen to it..."

"Hey, man, we are here, what are you afraid of, hurry up, open it, let's continue listening."

What are these people going to do, are they really treating this place as a teahouse?

Zhou Wenliang: "No, if you come here, you will be caught.

If you want to listen to it, then buy it back and listen secretly, no one cares about it. "

This is not wrong.

Like the "Voice of Moscow" and "Voice of America" ​​I heard just now, these two radio stations do not interfere with radio interference in China, as long as they don't listen to it blatantly, no one will care.

"Then sell me one cheaper, more than 100 yuan, who will get so much money."

"You can exchange it with other things. Didn't I say that you can use all kinds of tickets, such as mouse tickets, tobacco, alcohol, sugar, tea, non-staple food, industrial vouchers, etc. The price here is fair."

"Return the mouse ticket, who will exchange the food stamp for you at this time, you have a good idea."

"You don't, it doesn't mean others don't.

Hey, big brother, do you want to, don't break it for me..."

After a lot of noise, I finally sold one, 80 yuan plus various tickets, two of which are flying tickets, commonly known as: national food stamps, or flying all over the sky.

These food stamps are divided into national and local food stamps, and local food stamps are also called mouse tickets or tuantuanzhuan, which is what it means.

As the saying goes: A dog remembers a thousand things, a cat remembers ten thousand things, and a mouse only remembers a large area.

That is to say, rats only recognize this area, and it is not easy to run away.

Zhou Wenliang collected the money and tickets, and saw that the middle-aged man who had been nagging at him for a long time was still turning on the radio, but he didn't want to buy it, because he might be short of money and had no money.

"I said buddy, don't break it for me, this button is not like this." Zhou Wenliang knelt down helplessly to persuade him.

The middle-aged man was wearing a gray bulky thick cotton-padded jacket, and he didn't wear a hat. He didn't hide it at all, he was very arrogant, and he looked like a fool.

He was also the one who asked to listen to the Voice of Moscow just now, and he was bluffing for a long time.

The man fumbled with the radio and asked, "Man, can I change the line for you?"

Zhou Wenliang glanced at him: "What do you want to use? Let me tell you, this Tianjin brand 352 five-tube three-band radio is missing one hundred and fifty, and I won't sell it to you."

"Don't worry, I won't let you suffer." The middle-aged man looked around, carefully took out a long box from his arms, and handed it to him. "Brother, let's see how much money we can give."

Zhou Wenliang became interested, the box was expensive, he opened the box, inside was a yellow cloth, lay a scroll, the body of the painting was yellowed.

Unfold the painting scroll, and what comes into view is a landscape painting called "Waterfall Viewing on Lushan Mountain".

Zhou Wenliang took a flashlight and looked carefully at the author Tang Yan. With a few seals, he knew Tang Bohu.

He just learned this, and he can see that this painting has a high level of painting skills!
Then I remembered a piece of news I saw in later generations. Tang Bohu's painting called Lushan was auctioned for 5.6 million US dollars.

That's dollars!

Could it be this painting?
After the opening, many foreigners came to pan for gold and were interested in various domestic antiques!

Whether it is or not, Zhou Wenliang decided to take it. "Brother, I took a look at this painting of yours. It's about Tang Bohu. Who knows if it's real..."

Before he finished speaking, the man became anxious: "This is handed down from my ancestors, how could it be fake."

"I don't know if it's from your family's ancestors, but your painting can only be sold for twenty at my place."

"you……"

Zhou Wenliang wasn't sure if the painting was real or not. Besides, 20 yuan was a lot of money.

This person also hesitated for a long time, and finally agreed.

(End of this chapter)