I Had a Home In 1982 Chapter 79

   Chapter 79 79. Treasures are everywhere

  Wang Xianghong prepared a pot of seafood.

   But Pan Jinhua and others did not come back to be guests as expected.

   So it was cheap for Wang Yi.

  Wang Xianghong asked him to take this table of dishes to entertain the militia team. The exterior walls of the school were plastered with lime, the roof was repaired, the doors and windows were inlaid with glass, and the kitchen was built. Then the whole school was completely new and could be officially completed.

   After finishing the work, there must be a finishing wine.

   This is not a big meal.

   I heard that Wang Yihe and the team are going to entertain and eat wine, and the militia team is very motivated.

   In the afternoon, people brought bricks, and they repaired the bedroom for Tingtaoju on the same day - they also found an old door from the team's warehouse to install.

  Wang Yi thinks that building a wall is very simple, just stacking bricks on top of it?

   But not so.

   This also brought Shou Xing Ye and let Shou Xing Ye direct the work.

   Lord Shouxing learned to build houses when he was young, and he led people to build this barracks back then.

Sitting at the door with a cat in his arms, Shou Xing Ye sighed: "I was young and able to move at that time, but it's not twenty years, and the old man can only talk, and can no longer handle the trowel and brick. Go to work."

   I was still young at that age...

  Wang Yi was given a whole time by these words and didn't know what to say.

   He estimated that Mr. Shouxing was ninety years old when he built the barracks, but the old man in his nineties was still able to build walls...

   What terrifying vitality this is!

   What an awesome longevity gene!

  Unfortunately, Shouxing Ye has no descendants, and the genetic inheritance is broken.

  There is a procedure for building the walls in the house, first arranging the bricks at the bottom, which is the dimension line for measuring the release axis and the position of the door and window openings, and checking whether the position of the door and window openings, the size of the wall between the windows, and the stacks conform to the modulus of the row of bricks.

   Then you have to make the corners and make the bricks on the lower layer as solid as a rock.

   The next step is to hang the line, and finally to lay the bricks up.

   Lord Shou Xing hasn't lost his head yet. He is very skilled in commanding. The militia team just needs to do what he says. It's complicated but simple.

  The militia team mixed the bricks with sea mud like stacking wood, and built a wall like this, leaving only a door frame.

   Originally wanted to keep the window, but Wang Yi refused.

   He also doesn't want windows for this door, because he likes his own space.

   In fact, of course, it is for the convenience of traveling through 22 years.

   After he thought about it, he slept in the inner bed by himself, and slept in the outer room in a big daze.

   In this way, as long as he gives an order not to allow anyone to disturb his rest, the dead-headed confusion will definitely be able to keep the door.

   And the door is windowless, so he can even go every night for 22 years.

  There is an old-fashioned door panel in the warehouse. The door frame is inlaid into the brick wall and then the door is hung up. Wang Yi solemnly locked it.

  I finally have a private space!

   In the evening, he served dinner with another barrel of white wine and another table of fish, shrimp, crab and shellfish. He had a lot of spare ribs here, so he stewed a pot of spare ribs for braised.

   The laborers who do heavy work have no other pursuits in terms of diet, that is, heavy oil and salt, large pieces of meat and large bowls of wine.

  Wang Yi also stewed a few pounds of meat when he was stewing the ribs. The meat was cut into large pieces and served with minced garlic, white meat with minced garlic, and hard vegetables in Northeastern cuisine.

  Shou Xing Ye was naturally invited to the upper position, the old man is really unambiguous, and the white meat is specially selected for fat!

   But he doesn't drink alcohol. He says that alcohol is made from grain, and drinking is a waste of grain.

  Wang Yi thinks that the longevity of Shou Xing Ye may be related to quitting drinking.

   So naturally he doesn't drink alcohol.

  The militia team didn't care, they shouted with their bowls in their hands.

   A large piece of meat came under the mouth, and the mouth was full of greasy.

   After a sip of high alcohol, the blood is on the top.

   What they eat and drink is called a beauty.

  Laohuang is also very beautiful. The militiamen can't eat bones. Except for Wang Dongyang, who left the bones he gnawed to feed the dogs at home, everything else belongs to Laohuang.

   The group did not drink very late.

   Everyone in the team went to bed early because they had to go to work the next day, so whoever went to bed late would be criticized by Wang Xianghong.

   So these people didn't dare to go down too late, otherwise it would definitely be another criticism if Wang Xianghong came up and found that they were eating meat and drinking.

   Just in time, Wang Yi said that he had to go back to sleep after drinking and drowsy, and let the big confused look after the door for himself, and no one was allowed to disturb his sleep.

   asked confusedly: "Do you sleep here tonight? It smells like mud."

   The mud on the newly repaired wall has not dried up yet, with moisture and a fishy smell unique to the ocean.

  Wang Yi thought he was going to ask himself why he was sleepy when he didn't drink, but he didn't expect that the big confusion didn't pay attention to this.

   So he said casually: "It's okay, just show me the door."

   He took the newspaper and opened the door with the green key.

   Enter the space-time house, and then go out to be your own long-term rental.

  He has business tonight.

  We will start glazing the doors and windows of the school tomorrow. Once the glazing is finished, the school will be repaired.

  Wang Yi wanted to take advantage of these two days to spray the words on the wall.

   But he didn't know how to cut out the newspaper and print it out, so he had to find a professional, such as a graphic printing shop.

   There are naturally no shortage of printing shops in the industrial park. After all, many factories have demand for text printing, such as recruitment brochures and factory systems.

  The work of the factory is usually a big job. The printing shop gets off work late. When Wang Yi was strolling around, he came across a shop called 'Xinhuaren', and their family was busy until after ten o'clock.

   Sure enough, the lights in the store are shining at this moment.

   He pushed the door with the newspaper in his hand, and a middle-aged man wearing sleeves greeted him: "What does the handsome guy need to print?"

  Wang Yi pushed the newspaper over and said, "I want to paint on the wall, so you can cut out these newspapers for me. I'm in a hurry. Please arrange for the boss first, and I'll pay the rush fee."

   The middle-aged man handed over the work at hand to his subordinates. He wiped his hands and said, "Okay, we charge the expedited fee here based on the amount of work. You live for twenty dollars."

  Wang Yi agreed.

   The middle-aged man took a look at the newspaper and asked, "Just use the newspaper you brought, ahem, newspaper?"

   His words suddenly stopped.

   Wang Yi is very sensitive about matters involving two time and space, and immediately asked: "What's wrong?"

   The middle-aged man flipped through the newspaper and said casually, "It's nothing, it's just that the newspaper is too thin and not suitable for painting and dyeing. Otherwise, I'll replace it with a cardboard case for you. You can replace it with a newspaper without paying extra."

  Wang Yi said: "That's not necessary, just print and dye me with newspaper."

   The middle-aged man hurriedly dissuaded him: "It's not suitable to use newspaper, you see how thin this newspaper is, the paint will inevitably penetrate. How good is it to use cardboard, I don't want you to add money, I'm doing it for your own good..."

   Listening to this hard-hearted persuasion, Wang Yi felt that something was wrong.

   He stared at the middle-aged man and said, "You said that ink can penetrate newspapers, but how does paint penetrate? Tell me, what's the matter with you?"

   The middle-aged man laughed and said, "What can I do...Hey, hey, don't go."

  Wang Yi took out the newspaper and was about to leave.

   The middle-aged man quickly held down the newspaper: "Forget it, handsome guy, you are not only handsome but also have a great brain. I actually want your newspapers."

   "What do you want the newspaper for?" Wang Yi asked.

  The middle-aged man said: "I like to study things from the 1970s and 1980s. When I saw these newspapers in 1982, I...hey, hey, don't go, I'll be honest!"

   Wang Yi, who was pulling out the newspaper again to leave, stopped and looked at him.

  He asked helplessly: "Have you heard of the birthday newspaper?"

  Wang Yi took out her mobile phone and opened the Sogou browser.

The boss said: "No need to search, it's a very simple thing, that is, some people now take the newspaper of their friend's birth day as a gift when their friends are celebrating their birthdays. It has cultural significance, so it's quite popular in some circles now. ."

  Wang Yi smiled: "Are you still fooling me? That's fine too?"

  The boss said: "I swear I will never fool you, people just like some novel things now."

"You think that if you have a friend on his birthday, you should give him a set of birthday papers to let him know what happened in the world and abroad on the day he was born, the political, economic situation, social situation and even the weather on that day. unique?"

  Wang Yi thinks it is true.

   He flipped through the newspaper in his hand.

   All the newspapers subscribed by the team, from the national "People's Daily" and "Xinhua Daily" to the "Wengzhou Daily" in the Jiangnan area to the province and even all the way to Wengzhou City.

   One serving a day for more than ten consecutive days!

   When the boss saw that he had no money to make, he simply opened up the topic and talked about his side business: "I do printing, so I often deal with newspapers and libraries, and then gradually started this business."

"Except for special newspapers such as the first issue, trial issue, discontinued issue, issue, and error report, ordinary birthday newspapers are generally less than 100 yuan in the 1980s, more than 100 yuan in the 1970s, more than 200 yuan in the 1960s, and 300 yuan in the 1950s. More, the older the price is naturally higher…”

   He is a chatterer, and he talked all the way and reported his birthday to Wang Yikan to make it clear.

   So he became interested, pushed the newspaper to the boss and asked, "Give me a price, how much will these cost?"

   The boss counted the newspapers and listed them by date, and said, "The total of each day is twelve newspapers, and there are fifteen days in total. I can give you 2,000 yuan."

  Wang Yi frowned: "Boss, are you kidding me? You just said that a newspaper in the 1980s is worth about 100 yuan..."

"It's the birthday papers in the 1980s that cost less than 100 yuan. In fact, most of them are 10 yuan and 20 yuan." The boss interrupted him, "Not all newspapers here can be birthday papers, if any old newspaper can be used as a newspaper. What else is rare in the daily newspaper? There are many old newspapers now, and you can find a lot of them on the Confucius Used Books website and Taobao.”

   "The business of birthday papers is very deep, and newspapers are easy to fall into your hands, because they are birthday papers only when they meet people in need, otherwise they are worthless old newspapers!"

"I am willing to accept the newspapers from you because many of them are different newspapers on the same day, from the central to the local, so the probability of selling is higher. If you don't believe me, you can search on the Internet, there are introductions on the Internet. "

  Wang Yi patted the table and said, "That's 5,000 yuan!"

The boss laughed: "How is it possible, I can sell them all for 5,000 yuan, and I don't know when anyone will want them. Selling birthday papers depends on luck - 2,110 block!"

   The two started a price tug-of-war.

   was finally positioned at 2500 yuan.

   Mainly because Wang Yi was too lazy to tug at him, he has one more thing to do later, so let the boss take advantage.

   Anyway, there are such newspapers in 1982.

  82 years and 22 years, these two eras are treasures of each other, and anything you find can be of great value!

   He left the newspaper to the boss and asked the boss to use hard white paper as a template to leave his words on.

   Then he called Yuan Hui to ask for an address, and quickly drove over by taxi.

   After getting in the car, he took out his phone and looked at the photos inside.

   Photos of Tianya Island Bronze Bell!

   He wants to find out the identity of the bronze bell. He has been curious about this since he got the bronze bell, but he has not had the right opportunity to come for 22 years.

   Now that the opportunity has come, he naturally has to take the photos to inquire about the information of the bronze bell.

   (end of this chapter)

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