"Thanks! No need this time!"
Wang Li just made a joke. Unexpectedly, Xin Wu was not angry and answered in a serious manner. It seemed that "recovering dreams with taste" was one of the options. All joking aside, he cooperated and continued to roll over a few times, creating the white noise of "link points" for Xin Wu.
Xinwu closed his eyes tightly again, trying hard to create a successful second "butt": slowly, he was urged by this slight "creak" sound...
When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him was not the carriage returning from the Zhou Dynasty to the Song Dynasty, but the inside of a train freight carriage. On a lot of messy wooden shelves, there were piles of various kinds of goods, large and small. One of these packages was so tall that even the packaging cloth couldn't completely cover it. The piece of goods was standing tall in the entire carriage, and it could be said that it stood tall and tall.
The interior of the carriage was so chaotic, and the lights were even more dim. Xinwu, who was originally lying on the floor of the carriage, did not feel the rhythmic vibrations of the car body as it was "moving", but that the car body was experiencing a lateral force. The car was shaking slightly, and the wooden shelves on the car were making a "creaking" sound of deformation and displacement.
He quickly climbed up and reached for the nearest window. It was an old-fashioned green train. The upper and lower window glass were stuck tightly. He squeezed the locking handle and couldn't lift it up even after trying for a long time.
There was a thick layer of dust on the car window. Xin Wu wiped a small fan shape on the inside with the back of his hand, which only slightly reduced the clarity. However, the thick layer of dust on the outside that could not be wiped away still made it difficult to wipe the window. He couldn't see any environmental information, only a dim light; he ran to the other side of the car window to wipe it, but the result was the same.
Since the window doesn’t work, let’s go to the car door!
Xin Wu moved things out of the way, stepped over various unknown obstacles with one foot high and one foot low, and finally reached the door. There was a large rusted iron door, which was difficult to open at all. It wouldn't open; I had no choice but to "cross the mountains and ridges" again to explore the back of the other car. There was a door with a glass upper part, and the same was true for the door handle, which couldn't be turned at all.
However, he had no idea of unscrewing it, because looking out through the car window, there was a wall that solidly occupied the entire field of vision defined by the window glass frame.
"I'll go! Are you trapped?"
Xinwu wiped all the dust on his trouser legs - he had already been lying on the ground just now, so it didn't matter if it was a little dirtier.
Just as he was thinking about how to get out of this carriage, he heard the sound of intermittent strong door prying from the other side of the iron door, which was also accompanied by the sound of friendly friction between electric sparks and metal, similar to that of an electric welding machine.
"Okay! This is it, fix it here! Bring it all in!"
Finally, the harsh noise of the welding machine stopped, and the heavy sound of a man came in. Then there was a sound of "Ding Ding Ding" and heavy footsteps. The door was pushed open.
Xin Wu originally wanted to find a place to hide first, but there was no place for him to hide here. Everything was packed, so he had to raise his right arm to protect his head and face first!
"Look! I've brought you a new one! Has the last one been repaired?"
This man knows him!
"ah?"
"Ah what?! That Guanyin! Has it been repaired? If it can't be repaired again, the owner of the goods will come to visit in person to urge you!"
"That...you are...I am..."
Xinwu didn't understand the situation for a while. He didn't know who the "self" that this man said he knew and practiced Guanyin in a closed state was. He didn't know who this man was, but one thing was clear: here , "I" should be a "craftsman" with "unique skills" in hand.
"What's 'you are, I am'? It's only been a month and you've become stupid? It's not that I want to lock you up. It's clearly your own request: 'closed door'. We are not allowed to open it in advance, and we are not allowed to open it in the middle of repairs." Anyone can watch. The things that come this time are from the families you designated. We don’t accept them at all from other families. Take a look, can it still be repaired? I boasted in front of them, saying There is nothing that you can’t fix, Master!”
As the man walked in, he was holding a large bag of things. He was as tall as the "Guanyin" and almost stood tall in the carriage.
"It's too heavy, I'll put it at the door first!"
"Be careful with mine! Don't break it!"
"Can you please queue up for me? I'm in a hurry!"
…
There were a lot of chatter, and a crowd of people behind them were all blocked by the tall figure of this man, but the thin and broken voices came from behind him, which made people upset.
The man carefully put down the things in his hands, stopped, turned around, and blocked the footsteps that seemed to be swarming in.
"Okay, okay! Don't squeeze in. It's right here. Everyone, line up and hand it over one by one. After handing one over, hurry up and get the next one out. Don't be in a hurry!"
"Take mine first, mine, take mine first!"
"Don't squeeze! Who's responsible if it gets damaged? Come one by one, I said don't squeeze! You, I'm talking about you! Why are you so anxious? We're open now!"
The man began to increase his volume and tried to maintain order here.
"Alright!...Next one!"
Xinwu put down his arms and changed into the standard "melon-eating crowd" posture with his arms folded in front of his chest, patiently standing there and watching the fun.
The rows of shelves at the door of the iron gate were all rearranged by this man, and all the newly collected goods to be repaired were arranged in appropriate places.
"Hurry up and fix it!"
"You must help us repair it carefully, be careful! Don't break it, it's very delicate!"
"It seems that I am very popular; the enthusiasm of these people is really hard to bear; the things they sent are of different sizes and weights, and they keep saying that they are afraid of being broken. Could the delicate things be living things?" ?Can living things be repaired? People who are sick should be sent to the hospital, right?"
Xinwu muttered to himself.
Amidst such instructions to "ensure quality", the noisy group of people finally dispersed one by one, leaving only this man doing the final registration.
He opened a torn leather workbook tied to the shelf and recorded the entry and exit of goods in a "swipe" manner. Then he opened another book he had with him and made simultaneous records. After all the actions were completed, he breathed a sigh of relief. After putting the workbook away, he moved it over in Xinwu's direction.
