The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 25: 110? There are zombies in our house!
"Clap clap."

"Clap clap."

"Pap-pap-pap-pap."

"what--"

"Hello, is this 110? Come quickly, there's a zombie in our house..."

"Hello, please stay calm. We will send someone over right away. What's your address?"

"Room 35, Building 604, Binhu Community, Fulu Street... Hurry up, hurry up!!!"

Ten minutes later, two policemen climbed up to the sixth floor, and without knocking on the door, they were immediately dragged into the house by a middle-aged couple:
"Look, look, it's happening again..." The husband's face was pale, his hair was disheveled, and his fingers were shaking as he pointed to every corner of the room:

"There are black lines everywhere, black lines everywhere! On the wall, on the floor, on the bed, on the cabinet! There must be a zombie coming out! Police comrades, you must find it quickly and catch it! We can't stand it anymore!"

"You two, calm down..." The older policeman looked helpless.
"There are no zombies in modern society. What you need to consider is whether someone is playing a prank on you... Do you want to install a surveillance camera and watch it for a few days?"

"That won't work!" The wife retorted in a shrill voice:
"Nowadays, surveillance cameras have been hacked, and they will sell all kinds of videos of people bathing or changing clothes! Aren't you here? Find that zombie!"

"... Otherwise, I have another suggestion. Do you have anything in your house that has been there for too long? Clear it all out, throw it away, or sell it at a low price, and see if that helps?"

"That won't work!!!" the husband and wife retorted in unison:

"The old things in the house are valuable, they can't be thrown away! - You've come here five times, and there's only one zombie, can't you really find it?"

The police are not gods... In modern society, zombies do not exist at all, how are we supposed to find them!!!

Downstairs in Binhu Community, Shen Ledong looked around, feeling a little worried.

"Hey, little copper, are you becoming more and more picky about food? You don't want to eat this, and you don't want to eat that... What on earth should I repair to satisfy you?"

In the past ten days or so, in addition to quickly making a new puppet and delivering it to Tianxianglou, he has already repaired three pieces of furniture. A wobbly, slightly loose rosewood high-waisted, three-bend-legged, six-square small table;

A mahogany table with one leg and three teeth, with a cracked and slightly faded board and countless stains of tea, oil and paint on its surface;

There is also a window pane with a crane and a deer in spring. The crane's beak and wing feathers have different degrees of decay and damage...

Take it apart, clean it, apply glue, and reassemble it; drill holes and make tenons, grind the surface, re-polish and paint; apply wood powder, and then carve out the shape bit by bit.

Shen Le became more and more skilled at his work, working very smoothly. However, every time he repaired something, he was a little disappointed:

The growth brought by repairing these old furniture to the copper sheet is getting smaller and smaller. It's not that there is no feedback. Every time a piece is repaired, there is indeed a little misty green light extending forward on the copper sheet, as if there are new strokes protruding a little bit. But it's too little, too little...

After repairing one piece of furniture, only a small dot was left; after repairing three pieces of furniture in a row, the three dots together could not even make up half a stroke. As for the reward from the copper sheet?

I'm sorry, except for the practice of Five Animal Exercises and the unnamed exercise to enhance the functions of the eyes and ears, there are no new functions for the time being.

"Last time I fixed a screen, you gave it new functions. Why don't you give it new functions now when I fix the same furniture? Is this furniture not old enough, or are you too picky? You won't be satisfied until it becomes a spirit like Pinocchio?"

The copper piece was silent, neither hot nor buzzing. Shen Le poked it, pinched it, and shook it, but there was no response. He had no choice but to stuff the copper piece back into his collar and go out to look for food.

Although Tianxianglou provided him with three meals a day, he still felt a little sick of eating mutton noodles, mutton soup, and mutton rice every day. If he could change his taste, he should change it!

He walked out of the mansion and the old street leisurely, turned left and right, and finally arrived at Fulu Street. On both sides of the street, the branches and leaves of the sycamore trees spread out and gathered in the center of the road. The entire street was covered in the shade of the trees, and there was no need to hold an umbrella on a hot day to feel cool. Looking left and right, his eyes swept over the signs of the shops on the ground floor of Binhu Community one by one:

Yang Guofu Spicy Hot Pot, Ziyan Baiwei Chicken, Qianlixiang Wonton King, Zhenjiang Pot Cover Noodles, Longjiang Pork Knuckle Rice, Babi Steamed Buns, Vegetable Rice and Bone Soup... I don't want to eat any of them. How about something refreshing? I ate until I vomited at each of these common roadside snack shops...

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Crash, clang, clang..."

Several boxes, cabinets, and boxes were carried down one after another. At the gate of the community, a scrap collector and a middle-aged man and woman were arguing non-stop, with foam flying everywhere:

"This camphorwood box is at most 20!"

"Such a good box must be worth at least 100! Look here, here, and here. Six panels, all made of whole wood. It's definitely worth 100!"

"At most, 30! I have to renovate it, paint it, and it takes up space. Everything costs money, and I don't know when I'll sell it! 30, no more!"

"50! Take it if you want!"

"Including that cabinet, it's 80!"

"No! That wardrobe is also made of camphor wood, and it starts at at least 100!"

The three of them bargained over the price of each item. In the end, almost all the furniture was moved onto the junk tricycle, leaving only a wooden box lying there:
"This one is one yuan per pound, let's go together!"

"These are all from the carpentry business! The old man has saved them all his life! Selling them by the pound, you must be kidding!"

"Nowadays, everyone uses machines. Who still uses these old tools?" The scrap collector sneered, rolled up his sleeves, and quickly opened the lid of the wooden box:

"You'll just sell it as scrap metal! The wood is inlaid with iron, and I have to remove the iron before I can sell it as scrap metal. Scrap wood is not worth this price! - Scrap iron is two yuan per pound, but scrap wood is free. Counting my labor, I'll give you one yuan per pound, which is very fair!"

"Iron is so much heavier than wood! Two-thirds of this is iron. One dollar per pound is too cheap! At least one dollar and fifty cents!"

"Just one dollar! Not a cent more! Sell it or not? If not, I'm leaving. You can find a way to deal with it yourself!"

"This one……"

The middle-aged couple looked at each other, and both felt a little pain in their hearts. This box was heavy, weighing dozens of kilograms. Between one dollar and one dollar and fifty cents, there was a difference of ten or twenty dollars. However, if they refused, they were exhausted by the ink line and really didn't dare to take the box back again. Otherwise, how about bargaining again?

"One dollar and two?"

"Just one dollar! If you don't sell it to me, I'll leave!"

Shen Le stuck his head out of the crowd to take a few glances, and was already tempted. The box of tools, woodworking knives, woodworking planes, woodworking chisels, woodworking compasses, all kinds of them, were filled to the brim - even more rare was that there were many special-shaped tools in it, suitable for processing special shapes.

For ordinary people, this set of tools would have to be dismantled and sold as scrap metal. However, for someone like him who needs to manually repair a house and often needs to do woodworking and carving, it is worth a fortune!
"Hey!" He jumped out:

"How about selling it to me for a hundred bucks?"

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