I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 6 The dark ring is magical
Song Wu held the ring in his hand, closed his eyes and recalled the memories in his mind, but found no information about it.

"This thing doesn't look like gold or silver. Why did Lao Song put it in the box?"

Song Wu squeezed the ring hard while thinking, but found that it didn't move at all.

"It's so strong!" Song Wu sighed inwardly that the hardness of this thing was unusual.

He brought the ring to his eyes and looked carefully, and found that there were very complicated patterns on it, but he couldn't figure out what they were.

He casually tried to put it on his hand, and it happened to fit on the index finger of his left hand.He raised his left hand to examine it in front of his eyes. He always felt that the thing was dark and not good-looking at all, so he wanted to take it off and put it back in the box.

Just when he was about to take it off, he heard someone knocking on the door.He didn't care about the ring on his hand. He quickly closed the lid of the iron box and stuffed it into the partition of the double-door cabinet. He calmed down and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, your third uncle." It was Yan Bugui who knocked on the door of the house.

Song Wu opened the door and saw that Yan Bugui was wearing the gray-blue tunic suit he usually wears when working. It seemed that he had just come off work and ran here without even bothering to change his clothes.

"Hey, third uncle, you're here. What's the matter? Do you have something to do with me?"

Song Wu didn't have a good impression of Yan Bugui, the third uncle. The iron lock on the moon door in the small courtyard of the front room was like a lock on his heart.In order to make it easier to get in and out, he tried to say nice things but it had no effect.Yan Bugui didn't have enough food and salt at that time, and he had no intention of taking care of his neighbor who had inconvenient legs and feet.

Yan Bugui looked at Song Wu up and down through his tortoiseshell glasses with tape on his legs, his eyes seemed a little complicated.

When he saw Song Wu's faint smile and unavoidable eyes, he squeezed out a smile and said, "I heard from your third aunt that you are busy cleaning up the house today. Come over and see if there is anything you can do to help. Give me a hand."

As he spoke, he glanced around Song Wu's house with his eyes, and then continued: "This house has been tidied up. It is really different."

Song Wu said: "After cleaning it, I will feel comfortable living there and others will feel comfortable looking at it. Do you think this is true?"

Yan Bugui smiled and nodded.

Song Wu saw that he seemed to have nothing else to do, so he said: "Third uncle, I am going to the front shop to tidy up a little, prepare to open the business properly, prepare to work hard in the future, and do more for the neighbors on the street. Serve."

Yan Bugui said "Oh" and was stunned for a moment before he said: "Okay, okay, go ahead. I don't have anything else to do, I just came to take a look." As he said, he rolled his eyes and said: "If you If you need any help, be sure to open your mouth and the third uncle will give you a discount." There was sincerity in his eyes.

Song Wu just smiled and nodded without saying anything more.Yan Bugui was very prudent in his calculations, and his habit of urinating early without any benefit left a deep impression on him, which is not surprising at all.If today he enthusiastically helps you regardless of reward, you should think carefully about it and think carefully about whether he wants to take advantage of it and has more plans.

After seeing off Yan Bugui, Song Wu followed suit and took the key to the shop in front of him, locking the door of the east wing.

He passed the hanging flower gate, then passed the courtyard gate, and came to the front house in the alley.After looking around for a moment, he unlocked the door of the car repair shop with a slight excitement, opened the door, and looked at his car repair shop in the slightly dim light.

This small house of about 20 square meters is unexpectedly neat and orderly. It cannot be said to be spotless, but it can definitely be called clean. Even 4S management is estimated to meet the standards.It was definitely two completely different places from the messy east wing in Song Wu's front yard.

There are wooden shelves against the walls on several walls of the house, and spare parts are neatly arranged on the wooden shelves.There were no tools outside on the tool rack, only a few tool boxes of different sizes and styles.

There was no counter in the room, only a small stool against the wall and a few tin buckets, some for butter and some for water.There are also two large enamel basins, one for checking tire flatness and the other for cleaning parts.

There is also a shoe repair machine. Although it is obviously not old, it is polished and shiny.

There is a table with a bucket against the wall at the far end of the east end of the room.A wooden shelf with a bucket is nailed to the wall above the table, and a vise is clamped on the side of the table, which is also equipped with a lamp.

This is the predecessor’s operating platform for processing spare parts!
In my memory, my predecessor had a pair of skillful hands. When he had the energy, he could even rub most of the spare parts needed for a whole bicycle with his hands.If we only evaluate him from the perspective of a fitter, his skill level is at least no worse than that of his father, Song, during his lifetime, and it should be a little higher.Because in my memory, Lao Song had never made so many things just by hand.

Song Wu was a little happy.He walked to the operating table with a little excitement, sat on the chair, and tried to shake the handle of the vise.A familiar feeling arises spontaneously.

He took out a few fitter's tools from the tool box and felt them carefully. He also took a piece of scrap iron and chipped it a few times. He couldn't help but feel convinced, "Fortunately, this skill should be passed down. I'll just practice it in the future." , you can get started perfectly with just a little familiarity.”

Having a truly good craft is a joy for anyone.

Song Wu was inevitably a little excited. He couldn't control the rubbing in his hands. He moved a little too loudly and rubbed his left hand. A piece of skin was removed from the index and middle fingers of his left hand, and blood suddenly poured out.

"Damn, it seems like I really need to get used to it before I can actually operate it." He quickly opened the drawer and looked for something to stop the bleeding, but he looked through several drawers and found nothing suitable.

He was a little anxious, so he was going to put his fingers in his mouth first to avoid bleeding everywhere.But when he looked at his fingers again, he found that there was blood somewhere?Moreover, even the wound that had just broken a piece of skin was healing rapidly. The wound shrank visibly before his eyes, and finally disappeared.

He thought he was dazzled. How could such an incredible thing happen?But he gently touched the wounds on the index and middle fingers of his left hand, and found that the two fingers were indeed intact.

"Didn't your finger get hurt and bleed just now?"

He clearly saw with his own eyes that a large piece of skin was broken and blood was gushing out, but why was it gone now?

"Huh? No, where's that ring?" At this time, Song Wu discovered that the black ring that should be worn on the index finger of his left hand was missing.

He couldn't help but look closely at his index finger, but he only saw a faint ring pattern at the base of his index finger.

"This is……?"

He was a little unsure whether the pattern here existed before or if it had just appeared. Just as he was about to concentrate on recalling it, his brain suddenly felt dizzy, and a gray space suddenly appeared in his mind.Almost at the same time, a set of information flowed out instantly, making him immediately understand that he had encountered something magical again.

"A ring that can store things? Do you want it to be so magical?" Song Wu marveled in his heart, but when he thought about it, he himself had even encountered the matter of soul time travel. There is a ring that can store things, but it is not too impressive. People are surprised.With this idea, his mood gradually calmed down, and he was able to carefully understand and examine the situation of this space with a normal attitude.

"As far as the mind goes, it is about 1 meter away from your body. You can access everything at will, as long as the volume does not exceed the ring space of about ten cubic meters."

Song Wu tried to put his consciousness on several tools on the table. As soon as his thoughts moved, they disappeared from the table and appeared in the ring space in his consciousness.

He tried to manipulate several tools in the space and was able to make them move freely in the space easily.By manipulating them with thoughts, they can easily reappear in their original positions on the table, as if they had never moved.

Like a child who got a new toy, Song Wu happily tried one thing after another, even the wheel, frame, and shoe repair machine, and stored them several times.

"Okay, okay, this thing is very useful."

However, he also found that after such a while, his brain was already slightly swollen. He rubbed his temples while thinking: "It seems that accessing things in the ring space requires a lot of concentration and energy, and it may even take some time." Physical strength." Because not only did he find that his spirit was a little lethargic, but he also seemed to feel a little tired.

He rested for a while, feeling his slightly tired body and swollen brain, feeling secretly happy and thinking in his heart: "It seems that the consumption is not too great, and it is completely bearable."

At this time, he thought of the wound that had healed quickly just now, and with another thought in his mind, he picked up a utility knife and thought to himself: "I would be a little unwilling if I didn't try it myself."

So, he gritted his teeth and pointed the knife at the tip of his index finger. "I'm only going to make a small cut. This isn't considered self-inflicted." While he was cutting himself, he cut his index finger cruelly and forcefully.

It's just that the knife was very sharp, and it cut deeply with just one stroke, causing Song Wu to gasp in pain and blood gushing out.But then a magical scene appeared again!
I saw that the deep wound stopped bleeding quickly and healed visibly to the naked eye.The place where the knife was cut at the end was only slightly warm, and after wiping away the blood, the wound disappeared without a trace.

"Holy shit, it's true. I'm not blinded." Song Wu almost jumped up with joy, but as soon as he wanted to move, he pulled his left thigh again, causing him to lie on the table with a painful ouch. Go up, there is a cold sweat on the forehead.

(End of this chapter)