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

Chapter 60 It turns out to be a stamp album

In the morning, Song Wu saw Yi Zhonghai going to work.

He still greeted people with a smile, touched the children's heads from time to time, and said a few gentle words, all in the style of a talkative person in a courtyard.

But when he saw Song Wu, his eyes naturally jumped away from him, and the expression on his face suddenly became cold, as if Song Wu didn't exist.

Anyway, Song Wu didn't see any strange signs from him. If he hadn't personally sensed what happened in the middle of the night last night, based on his usual behavior, he wouldn't have been able to imagine that something like that would happen in the middle of the night.

Then he saw Jia Dongxu again. "It turns out he's at home. I thought he didn't come back last night."

When Jia Dongxu saw Song Wu, he just curled his lips, ran two steps forward to catch up with Yi Zhonghai, and walked out of the courtyard chatting and laughing together.

"The relationship between the two families is good."

At this time, Yan Bugui, who was opposite, also came out of the house and pushed his bicycle.

"Third uncle, how does the ore radio sound?"

Yan Bugui obviously didn't sleep well, "Oh, okay, okay, pretty good. Let's talk about it later, I'm in a hurry to go to work."

In fact, there is no need to ask at all. Just look at his panda eyes and you will know whether the radio is good or not. With Yan Bugui's character of taking advantage, he should not listen hard to a radio that does not consume electricity.

This morning, there was quite a lot of work in the car repair shop, which interrupted Song Wu's rhythm of playing with the ore machine.

"Master Song, let's take a look quickly. The tire is punctured again." Xiao Meng, the postman, muttered and pushed the car to the shop, sweating profusely and looking anxious.

Song Wu checked it and found that the prick was quite serious. "Have to wait half an hour."

"Oh, this can't be done. I'm in a hurry to deliver the mail. This will delay things."

Song Wu stood up and said to him: "There is a broken bicycle in my backyard. You can ride it first. Go to deliver the mail first, and then exchange the bicycle when you come back."

Song Wu went to the backyard, took out his old bicycle from the space, pushed it to the door of the shop, and handed it to the postman Xiao Meng.

Xiao Meng moved all the mail to the broken bicycle and rode away in a hurry.

Song Wu began to repair Xiao Meng's tires. After working for nearly half an hour, he just installed the wheels.

Lao Wan, a waste collector who usually hangs around this area, also came pushing his tricycle.

"I'm really unlucky today. Someone made stubble on the glass at the entrance of the alley over there, and two of the three wheels were punctured by me."

Song Wu looked at it and thought that it was all in one piece. Maybe Xiao Meng and Xiao Meng were both punctured in the same tire at that place.

"First unload the few things you have stored in the bucket, otherwise it will be difficult for me to repair." Fortunately, Lao Wan had just gone out and only half of the things were loaded on the tricycle.And he arranged and tied them up quite neatly.

"Uncle Lao Wan, you did a great job. You collected the waste and sorted the things so neatly." Song Wu said to Lao Wan while weighing the things.

Lao Wan said with a smile: "Not to mention that there are regulations above that the garbage must be sorted. I have sorted it out for him in advance. Wouldn't it save trouble when delivering it to the station? Besides, loading it into the car is so neatly sorted. Yes, it looks good if I pull it on."

The two people put their things on the ground. Song Wu took out cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and handed it to Lao Wan.

"Hey, it's still the big front door." Lao Wan took it, lit it, and took a nice puff.

Song Wu started busy repairing his tire.

The two chatted while working.

"Uncle Wan, where did you collect so many things so early?"

"Old Feng's family over there. It's not like Old Feng has just left. Several of his children are ready to divide things. I would say this group is a white-eyed wolf. In the past few years, Old Feng has been crazy and has no one to take care of his food and clothing. This man is If you leave, they will all surround you." Lao Wan spat vigorously on the ground.

Song Wu also knew about Lao Feng. I heard that he was a high-ranking official in the previous dynasty. He had been stimulated by some unknown source and his brain was not normal. He often got sick. When he got sick, he would go crazy. His children were afraid of being implicated by him and no one cared about him. he.It's just that he lives alone in a small courtyard.

"Old Feng is gone?"

"Oh, he died in the courtyard for several days before he was discovered. No, what he left behind was sold out by a group of people. When I went there, only these little bits and pieces were left."

Song Wu took a look at the pile of things that had been moved down just now. They were really in pieces.

Old books and newspapers, as well as a few broken wooden boxes and a broken wooden box.It's really broken, even the cover is cracked and the paint is scratched.It looked like the result of a beating during the attack.

Song Wu repaired Lao Wan's tire, and the two of them prepared to move his things to the tricycle.

Only then did Song Wu notice that the books Lao Wan had collected were quite good, and he also noticed the broken wooden boxes.

He happened to need wooden boxes to assemble the ore radio, so he said to Lao Wan: "Give me these broken wooden boxes. I am looking for wooden boards to make wooden boxes. There is also a pile of books." It looks pretty good to me, so I’ll give it to me in exchange.”

Scrap recyclers like Lao Wan are actually quite strict in their management. Thanks to people like Song Wu who they often deal with, otherwise it would be impossible to get things from him like this.Lao Wan said with a smile: "Take out the pack of cigarettes in your pocket, and I won't pay you to repair the tire today."

Song Wu slapped a box of freshly opened Daqianmen into Lao Wan's hands.

When he went to pack his books, he casually asked for a dozen more old newspapers.

Lao Wan went on a tricycle to tour the streets.

Song Wu took all the old books, newspapers, and the old wooden boxes to the car repair shop.

In fact, these books were preserved quite well by Lao Feng.They don't look like old books. Obviously many of them are from before liberation or even from the previous dynasty, but they look almost like new ones.

Song Wu first put them in the space so that he could look through them when he had free time.

There were only a few wooden boxes left, which really solved his big problem.I was worried that the wooden boards on hand were not enough, so I sent them here.

So taking advantage of the lack of time, he began to take apart the wooden box.Several small crackling pieces were all broken down into wooden boards, which were first stacked in one corner.

Only the big wooden box like a book box was left. Song Wugang suddenly noticed something strange when he took it in his hand.

"It seems that the box has a mezzanine. What is inside? Is it a book?" Song Wu opened the cracked lid of the wooden box and knocked on the bottom board.

He picked up the box and turned it over again to look at it. "It's true. You can't tell just from the appearance. There is a compartment inside."

He tentatively touched around the bottom with his hand, and finally felt a round bump in the middle.

Press lightly.

"Pop", the bottom plate actually bounced open.

Song Wu was actually a little excited.But when he opened the bottom panel, he found that there were only two large hard-cover books inside, which could just flatten the bottom of the wooden box.

Not giving up, he sensed it again and found that there was indeed nothing else.

At this time, he sensed that someone was coming to repair the car again outside the door, so he put the wooden box and two hard-shell books into the space first.

It took more than ten minutes to repair the brake, replace the pedals, and finish the work.

After the people left, Song Wu poured a glass of water and put it on the small round table next to him. He was going to take a short rest. He sat on the recliner and took out a thick leather book to see what it was.
When he opened it, he said, "It turns out to be a stamp album." He flipped through it casually and found that the entire album was full of stamps. They seemed to be old stuff, most of them from before liberation or even from the previous dynasty.

At this time, the postman Xiao Meng delivered a circle of mail and turned around to push his bicycle.

Song Wu casually placed the stamp album in his hand on the small round table, stood up, and walked to the door.

"I have to go to the street to report something. There are always things at the alley entrance recently. I just met Lao Wan, and he said he just had his tire repaired at your place." Xiao Meng was sweating, and his face was red.

He took off the green military kettle slung over his shoulder, shook it, and said to Song Wu, "Master Song, fill me with some water."

"Go ahead, the kettle is warm in the house."

Song Wu was about to push his broken bicycle to the backyard first. As soon as he pushed it into the door of the shop, he saw Xiao Meng holding the stamp album in his hand and exclaimed: "Big Dragon Ticket!"

Song Wu didn't pay attention, and just asked casually: "What kind of big dragon ticket?"

"Stamps, you actually have a wide-edged dragon stamp in this stamp album!" Song Wu saw that Xiao Meng's eyes seemed to be shining. He was also curious. He parked his bicycle aside and walked to Xiao Meng's side. Look at the stamp album in his hand.

It's just a stamp, nothing special.He looked around and found nothing special about the Dragon Ticket, worthy of Xiao Meng's shouting.

Xiao Meng pointed to a stamp with a red dragon pattern that seemed nothing special to Song Wu, and said to him: "It is really rare to preserve such a good dragon stamp."

He suddenly turned his head and asked Song Wu: "Master Song, do you sell your stamps?"

Even if Song Wu didn't understand, he had already realized that this stamp album might not be simple.

I saw that he did not answer at first, but calmly reached out and took the stamp album from Xiao Meng's hand.

As for how to answer Xiao Meng’s question?Of course I pushed it towards Lao Song.

"This can't be sold. This is something left by my old man. I occasionally took it out today to remember his old man. I really miss people when I see things." He closed the stamp album as he spoke.

Xiao Meng watched Song Wu take away the stamp album. He stretched out his hand and wanted to get it again, but he put it down halfway.

His current expression is one of wanting something but not getting it.

Song Wu raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "Ah, it's almost 11 o'clock, Xiao Meng, there is still half a package of your mail. Hurry up, otherwise it may not be finished by noon."

(End of this chapter)