Baojian

Chapter 26 The Fitter
"what do you mean?"

Seeing the soap thrown in by the old man, Qin Feng couldn't help narrowing his eyes, shook his head and said, "Lao Xia, I'm a helper in the kitchen, not picking up soap for you. If you think I'm not doing a good job, sir You can take me back!"

The old man made this move, as an ordinary person, I really don't know what it is for, but Qin Feng has been wandering in the society for these years, and he can see the old man's intention at a glance.

The piece of soap has been used for a long time, but it is only the size of a coin. It is slippery, let alone pinched with two fingers, even if you stretch out your hands, you may not be able to grab it.

According to Qin Feng's understanding, this kind of behavior is the basic skill for thieves to practice their tactics. Although Qin Feng has never seen it, he heard it mentioned by his colleagues in the city when he was picking up trash in Cangzhou.

Everyone has their own principles to abide by.

As the saying goes, "Three years old is the old age". Qin Feng has been smart since he was a child, and his father is engaged in education. The tutoring is very strict. He has never taken anything that does not belong to him since he was a child.

So these years, he would rather starve with his younger sister than steal anything from others. This is the principle of Qin Feng's life and the bottom line he sticks to.

You know, the reputation of thieves in the society is extremely bad. Although Qin Feng has entered the juvenile detention center, he has never regarded himself as a crime in his heart. get annoyed,
"Huh? Boy, do you know a lot?"

Glancing at Qin Feng's face, the old man was not angry, and said playfully, "Come on, tell the old man, what do you mean by picking up soap?"

"Why do you always ask questions knowingly?"

Qin Feng curled his lips and said, "Picking the soap with your fingers is the dexterity of your fingers. Before you came in, you must have been an eighth-level fitter, right?"

For a long time after liberation, skilled workers in factories used to be the most popular occupation 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 now. let.

However, in society, fitter has another meaning, that is, the so-called "thief". The fitter Qin Feng is talking about here is naturally the latter.

"Old Xia, you didn't come here just because of this, did you?" Qin Feng looked at the old man with something wrong.

Although the old man never told Qin Feng about him, but Qin Feng learned something from other channels.

Lao Xia entered this prison in the early 60s. As for the charges against Qin Feng, he was not clear. He was imprisoned for 20 years, and he was released in the early 80s.

Moreover, after investigation, Lao Xia's case was a bit wronged, but there were many unjust, false and wrong cases in those years, and the government only compensated him with some money, and prepared to let Lao Xia return to his original place.

But what people didn't expect was that the old man returned to the prison after leaving for more than a month, saying that all his family members were dead and he had nowhere to go.

What happened to Lao Xia was actually very common in that era.

Prisoners who were sent to remote prisons lasted for more than 40 to [-] years. After they got old, they stayed in the prison and did not want to go back. They attached themselves to do some things around the prison.

In some remote places in the northwest, some towns even appeared because of the gathering of these released prisoners.

Who doesn't know how the old man persuaded the prison leadership that he was actually kept. Although he was asked to help with the kitchen in various ways, in fact it was almost the same as providing for the aged.

But now in Qin Feng's view, the government may not have wronged Lao Xia back then, maybe he was a habitual thief king, otherwise how could he remember to ask him to practice this technique?
"Hey, it seems that you usually look like a gourd, but you also have thorns in your words?"

After hearing Qin Feng's words, the old man did not become angry from embarrassment, but nodded and said, "You guessed right, this is the technique of practicing stealing. Although you are a bit old, you have practiced kung fu and your fingers are flexible. It’s still okay.”

"Stealing technique? It sounds good, is it a thief?" Qin Feng shook his head, and said firmly: "I don't want to learn this thing!"

When he was wandering with his younger sister to pick up rags, Qin Feng brother and sister were mistaken for thieves more than once. Qin Feng still remembers the contemptuous and defensive eyes.

"Your talent is high enough, but why do you think like an old master, so pedantic?"

Seeing Qin Feng's appearance, the old man couldn't help but frowned. What he had learned was not only one art of stealing, it was all-encompassing. Back then, many people in the world couldn't learn it even if they wanted to, but unexpectedly, they were eaten by this kid. Shut up.

"Father taught me to be upright and upright, and not to do anything sneaky!"

Back then, for his sister, Qin Feng could pick up trash and help people harvest and plant crops, but even in the most difficult time, he never thought of stealing. How could he learn from the tricks taught by the old man?
"Stinky boy, stealing has been passed down for thousands of years, and it becomes stealing in your mouth. Do you know what stealing is?"

Seeing Qin Feng's stubborn face, the old man really couldn't laugh or cry. He had only accepted one apprentice in his life, but he was heartbroken. Now he wanted to accept a closed disciple to inherit the master's secret art, but he didn't want to be accepted by Qin Feng. I gave it a quick refusal.

However, according to the rules of the Jianghu, teachers must carefully select their apprentices. Similarly, apprentices also have the right to choose teachers. Qin Fengxue is not willing to learn, let alone apprenticeship.

"Stealing is stealing. Anyway, I don't want to learn. If you have the ability, go to prison and report me. At worst, I will stay in prison for a few more years." Qin Feng is not very old, but no one can force him to do things that he is sure of.

"You kid, you're really brainless..."

The old man shook his head helplessly, and said: "Come with me and change places. I will tell you a story, old man. If you want to learn it, you can draw conclusions when the time comes!"

"You say you're breaking the sky, but I don't want to learn!" Qin Feng curled his lips, but still followed, he was also very curious about the old man, at least his kung fu was enough to make Qin Feng look up to him.

The old man was not afraid of Qin Feng's escape, so he took him to the dormitory area of ​​the prison staff, opened a courtyard door, and inside was a bungalow with two bedrooms in the main room.

"Sit down, this is where I live." After arriving in the main room, the old man greeted Qin Feng, and sat down on the grand teacher's chair in the room.

"Old Xia, your rank is even higher than Director Hu's, are you a private house?"

Qin Feng glanced at Lao Xia with some curiosity. Generally, a bungalow like this is allocated to the family. It is a bit unreasonable for the old man to occupy such a set alone.

"Huh? Made from the best huanghuali?"

When Qin Feng's eyes saw the chair under the old man, he stared straight at once, and when he looked at the table next to the chair, his saliva almost flowed down.

"I said, Lao Xia, are you too extravagant?"

After vigorously wiping the dusty table with his sleeve, Qin Feng raised his head and said suspiciously: "These things of yours are all stolen from other people's homes, right?"

Mr. Liu from Cangzhou was born into a rich family, and his household appliances are very sophisticated. He has a deep research on antique furniture and other miscellaneous items. In the half a year before his death, he even brought Qin Feng to learn a lot of relevant knowledge .

The chair under the old man and the table next to it are all made of high-quality huanghuali wood. Judging from the style and workmanship of the wood and the patterns carved on it, it should be an object of the Ming Dynasty.

Huanghuali was introduced to China by Zheng He in the Ming Dynasty. At that time, it was used as a boat wood because of its heavy wood. Later, because of its fine wood and musk-like fragrance, it was used to make furniture.

Soon huanghuali furniture became popular in the Ming Dynasty, which also led to the massive felling of huanghuali trees in surrounding countries. By the time of the Qing Dynasty, it was difficult to see huanghuali aniseed materials. Therefore, huanghuali furniture in the Ming Dynasty especially precious.

Although people's lives are not very rich in [-], Qin Feng heard from Mr. Liu that in the antique stores that have begun to take shape in the capital, a set of Minghuali furniture in good condition can sell for at least ten thousand dollars. thousand.

The old man's table case should be equipped with two chairs, but although one chair is missing, it can be sold for at least 5000 yuan, which is considered a huge sum of money in these years.

If he saw this furniture in the Liu family's old house, Qin Feng would not be surprised. He just saw it at Old Man Xia's place, and with what happened just now, it's no wonder that Qin Feng thinks that the old man stole it.

"Fart, I still use it to steal? I bought this thing with real money!"

The old man's life in prison these years has already smoothed out his character, but today he is very angry with Qin Feng, and he is refused to admit his disciples, so he even suspects that he is a thief?
"No, how do you know this thing, kid? Didn't you just pick up rags before?" The old man suddenly stopped talking, looked at Qin Feng with some doubts, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. It seemed that this kid was hiding far more than he knew. 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.

Since the accident at home, he only felt the care of his elders from the old man. Although old man Liu didn't accept him as his family, he, like Liu Zimo, dressed the old man in sackcloth and mourning for seven days.

"You guys have a little vision..."

The old man didn't ask where Qin Feng learned it from, but waved his hand and said, "Then take a look, what about the other things in my room?"

To be honest, Qin Feng knows some antique appreciation. To the old man, he was more happy than surprised, because this is also a very important skill among the knowledge he wants to impart to Qin Feng.

(End of this chapter)