The flashlight is repaired.
Bulb? This is not repaired.
Bicycle, the chain is broken, repair it.
Radio, this can be repaired.
Broken thermos? How does Lao Tzu explain how to fix it
Broken bowls and broken mirrors are even standing aside, repairing this thing doesn't make money, and it doesn't increase GDP. Why is Lao Tzu fixing it
Zhou Qingfeng stated that it will be repaired free of charge within three days, and Men Keluo Que immediately became a crowded city. Regardless of whether he could repair it or not, the villagers turned over boxes and cabinets to find out some of the waste products that had accumulated over the years, and stuffed them all into his shop.
Most things are "chicken ribs", it is useless to keep it, but it is a pity to discard it. So they were sent to Zhou Qingfeng to'dead horses as living horse doctors'. It's free anyway, if it can be repaired, wouldn't it be earned
Zhou Qingfeng was tossed to death by the people’s practical view of existence. He could only strictly reject nonsense items to be repaired, and choose those to be repaired that can give a'scientific explanation' as much as possible-otherwise, all messy things will appear in him before.
Collect items to be repaired during the day, and let the owner come to pick it up after two days. In fact, Zhou Qingfeng used the repair technique at his fingertips to repair the items. Those that can be repaired can be repaired on the spot, and those that are too bad can only be placed on a separate shelf and wait to be returned.
Tossing around for a day, repairing things is not tired, busy and busy can be tired. Waiting for the sunset to go west, Zhou Qingfeng closed the shop and prepared to wash and sleep. In this era, there is no entertainment at night. The long night is really boring.
Suddenly there was the sound of kicking footsteps at the door. Someone knocked on the door outside, and a thin voice shouted: "Master, can you help?"
The store door opened again, and a young girl stood outside. She flashed a flashlight and said apologetically: "Master, can you repair the table?"
I... ... If it wasn't for this girl who looked good, Zhou Qingfeng would want to scold his mother-how come to me for repairs? Can you let me fix something of high value? It is one thing to be money or not, anyhow respect the magical arcane arts from another world!
The girl was very anxious and pleaded. Zhou Qingfeng couldn't say anything. He looked behind the girl, "Where is the table?"
"At school," the girl whispered, "I can't carry that table over."
The co-author asked me to come to serve—Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head and thought: "Anyway, if there is nothing wrong at night, it is a good thing."
"Why is the table broken?"
"The table leg is broken. The county leaders will come to inspect tomorrow. That table will serve as the chairperson's table. But now that the table is broken, I can't find another big table to replace it. Master, help. You make a price. I have given you as much money as I have."
Zhou Qingfeng really didn't know how to repair the table, he didn't even have tools such as hammers and nails. The girl also went to the doctor in a hurry, and she didn't know where to find out how he could repair things, so she hurried to the door.
"Let's go, I'll go to your place. Let me say yes, I may not be able to repair it." Zhou Qingfeng locked the shop and followed the young girl.
There is a primary school in the township with about two to three hundred students. This girl is a school teacher. Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was willing to help, she breathed a sigh of relief and took the initiative to introduce herself: "My name is Ma Jing, what should you call Master?"
Obviously he was a young guy, and the master screamed Zhou Qingfeng and frowned. He can only correct: "You call me Xiao Zhou."
"Master Xiao Zhou." The girl still didn't forget to bring the word'Master'. "Thank you this time." Seeing Zhou Qingfeng empty-handed, she carefully reminded: "Master, don't you bring tools?"
Zhou Qingfeng looked depressed. He wanted to tell the other party that cultivating things by himself belonged to metaphysics, and it was the same with or without tools. "Don't worry, I will see the situation first."
Nantou Township Primary School, the playground was broken inside the wall, the building was broken after the playground, and the tables and chairs were broken in the building.
There is a long wooden table covered with red cloth in the teacher's office. This view is an arrangement for welcoming superior leaders.
The school was deserted, only Teacher Ma was busy. There was only one dim light in the office, illuminating three or four desks full of textbooks and homework books.
"Your conditions are really bad, it doesn't look like a school at all." Zhou Qingfeng's words caused Teacher Ma to open his mouth, but bowed his head and said nothing.
The long wooden table covered with red cloth has been around for a few years, and the table top is pitted, all covered by the table cloth. One of the legs of the table was broken and it could only be propped up against the wall. There is a clear leather shoe mark on the red cloth, and the mud mark is still a bit wet, just kicked up.
"Who broke the leg of this table?"
"I accidentally kicked."
"Are you small, wearing size 41 shoes?"
Zhou Qingfeng asked twice, and Teacher Ma bowed his head again and said nothing. After half a day, she pleaded in a low voice, "Master, help me fix it, okay? If you can't fix this table, tomorrow the leader will come and there won't even be a podium. It will be difficult for me to do it."
"This table can't be repaired." Zhou Qingfeng refused, and Teacher Ma suddenly mourned. He continued: "I'll change you a table."
Teacher Ma raised some hope again, and said weakly, "I want a big table."
"Don't worry, you wait a while. I'll be back soon and promise you a big table." Zhou Qingfeng doesn't know how to repair any table. He pretended to leave school, returned to his shop in the night breeze, and went to another world.
As soon as the space-time gate was opened and closed, Zhou Qingfeng came out carrying the cumbersome and heavy oversized square table. This table weighs more than one hundred kilograms and is made of century-old oak. It is strong and thick, and has a rough style. I don't know which human settlement leader's table is now being moved to reality.
This table can scare people when it is carried out in the daytime, and it is extremely exciting when it is carried out at night. Zhou Qingfeng's footsteps were heavy even when people were carrying the table, and the ground they stepped on made a sound. When he carried the desk to the elementary school, he heard a man's voice in the teacher's office.
"Ma Jing, I apologize to you. I shouldn't kick your table just now. But I am also good for you. You stay in this country school and be a private teacher. What's the future? You follow me to the county, I Make sure to let my dad arrange a formal teacher establishment for you."
There is an imported Kawasaki motorcycle parked outside the office, which appears to be second-hand. Zhou Qingfeng carried the table around the motorcycle, walked to the door of the office and shouted: "I'm back."
Teacher Ma bowed his head. A middle-sized man was blocking her in the corner and pulling her hands and feet. The heavy desk was carried directly into the office, and put it down with a bang, shocking everyone in the room.
Zhou Qingfeng gasped for a moment, and the pulling man turned his head and was taken aback. Regardless of age, size, appearance, or temperament, the former brings a strong sense of threat to the latter. The man immediately asked hostilely: "Who are you?"
"Who are you?" Zhou Qingfeng felt baffled.
The man's face changed drastically. Teacher Ma ran away from the corner quickly, ran to Zhou Qingfeng and pulled his arm, close to his upper body, and said, "I have a boyfriend, you can go."
Zhou Qingfeng's face is stubborn—I am obviously a table repairer.
The man hated it, and he was about to split. He stepped forward and kicked the newly moved oak table. Hearing a scream, the table was okay, and the man had his leg broken.