Siheyuan starts from the death of Shazhu

Chapter 383: Silly Zhu, Keeper of Bad Products

Author: super crazy mosquito

They had no idea that Silly Zhu, who had everyone in the second cafeteria holding the reporting bucket on his bangs, was handing over to the only custodian of spoiled goods.

Four warehouses.

It ranks last.

It is also called the fourth warehouse.

Judging from the number of custodians, it can be seen that the fourth warehouse is not taken seriously by all people in the steel rolling mill. It is a situation where the father does not love the mother and the father does not love the mother.

More than ten years.

The situation of being a custodian has always been maintained.

If it weren't for the steel rolling mill's rule that people can't leave the warehouse, I guess this last custodian would have applied to be transferred to work somewhere else.

A real no-no zone.

People at the steel rolling mill jokingly call the custodians of the fourth warehouse an unpopular department that is not even as popular as the cleaning department.

If you perform well in the cleaning department, you will be able to return to the original workshop one day, clean out the toilets and make achievements, and you may be assigned a few subordinates.

If you become a junk goods warehouse clerk, you should not even think about changing jobs or changing jobs.

This is a place worse than going to jail.

Except loneliness.

There is only loneliness.

Working in this place will make you useless.

I heard that Shazhu was coming to replace him.

Guo Laicheng, who had been a custodian for more than ten years, was as happy as the Chinese New Year. From the moment the announcement was sent out on the radio, he stood at the door, looking ahead like a stone, hoping that Silly Zhu would appear early.

One minute.

ten minutes.

thirty minutes.

When Silly Zhu belatedly appeared in front of Guo Laicheng, the owner of the warehouse, who had been watching it for more than ten years, felt as if he had met his biological father and mother.

That's called eagerness.

Holding Silly Zhu's hand, he arrived at Warehouse No. 4 in three steps and two steps.

It's said to be a warehouse.

In fact, it is an open space the size of a standard playground, surrounded by walls more than two meters high. The only opening is a dilapidated wooden gate that will fall apart if moved slightly. On the right side of the gate, there is a row of bicycle sheds.

On the left side of the semi-old shed is a 20-square-meter hut. It must be because someone stayed in it. It is dilapidated but sturdy.

According to the explanation given by the custodian.

This cabin.

It's the office of warehouse manager No. 4.

Silly Zhu followed Guo Laicheng in and saw a coal-burning stove on the ground.

To the left of the stove, there is a table made of solid wood, with a kettle, a large teapot and a pile of folders with unknown contents on it. Behind it is a chair with a backrest.

Opposite the table, there is a row of filing cabinets against the wall. Inside, there are some bulging file bags made of kraft paper. I don’t know what is stuffed inside.

Silly Zhu guessed that it should be a statistical summary of the import and export of bad products in Warehouse No. 4 over the years.

On the south facing wall.

Open the window.

The glass, which is not very clean, seems to act as a so-called privacy protection.

On both sides of the window, there are several words and phrases narrated by the old people. Due to the age, some ashes have fallen on the slogans.

On both sides of the window on the north wall, there are two portraits of old people.

After introducing the inside of the house.

Guo Laicheng pulled Shazhu outside the courtyard again, pointed to the hill-like pile of shabby garbage in front of him, and introduced it in detail.

"Master He, except for the custodian, you won't see a living outsider in our No. 4 warehouse all year round. Have you seen these things?"

He kicked the waste bricks and wood in front of him with his feet.

"It's free for people. It's something that no one wants. It's just a pile of rubbish anyway and has no value at all. You'll know it later when you first come here."

Key in hand.

It was stuffed into Shazhu's hand.

Three in total.

One above the door, one above the house door.

With the other remaining key, Shazhu looked at the southeast corner. There seemed to be a small, neither big nor small, small house there. He guessed that the third key should be the key to the lock of that small house.

The man holding the arbor looked in that direction.

I was about to drag Guo Laicheng over with me.

Then I heard Guo Laicheng eagerly saying goodbye to Si Zhu.

"Master He, I have given you the key. Warehouse No. 4 has been transferred from my hands, Guo Laicheng, to yours, Master He. The days are long and we will have the opportunity to drink together."

Just say it.

With the soles of her feet greased, she jumped towards the door.

An eager look.

It was as if a wild dog was chasing me.

Seeing Guo Laicheng's figure running away for fear of being overtaken, Silly Zhu shook his head speechlessly, and then took steps, following the mountain-like pile of garbage, to the locked hut.

It must be because no one comes all year round.

There was a lot of ash accumulated on the door, and even the chain link was covered with spider webs.

Silly Zhu cleaned off the cobwebs on the lock with his hands, inserted the key into the keyhole, and twisted it a few times, but the keyhole did not move at all.

It has not been opened for many years.

Plus there is no maintenance.

The spring inside the lock is rusty.

Silly Zhu remembered that there was this discarded engine oil on the way he had just walked. He returned along the original path and found the discarded engine oil barrel on the ground. He carried it to the cabin and immersed the lock in the engine oil.

More than ten minutes passed.

Realizing that the engine oil had lubricated all the rust inside the lock, Shazhu wiped the oil on the lock with scrap paper and wiped the key back in.

I exerted a little force on my wrist.

A slight clicking sound was heard.

Looking at the lock in his hand, Si Zhu had already opened it.

Remove the lock.

Push open the door.

An old, decaying musty smell flowed into Shazhu's nasal cavity along the air. He subconsciously took a step back, and vigorously stirred up the air in front of his nasal cavity with his hands.

After waiting at the door of the house for almost ten minutes, I felt that the smell in the house had become lighter, and then I took a step forward.

Near the door, I found the light cord.

Pull hard.

Just heard a snap.

The drawstring broke.

Silly Zhu couldn't help but smile bitterly.

This house.

It looked like no one had been there for more than ten years, and even the pull cord was corroded and broken. The broken pull cord did its last bit to turn on the light switch.

Under the dim light, there were piles of messy things.

There are tables, chairs, a pile of calligraphy and painting books whose contents cannot be seen, and some large wooden boxes that are put together. Because the lids are covered, it is not known what is inside.

Silly Zhu picked up as many empty spaces as possible and walked around.

I thought about it inside and out.

This is a house with an area of ​​more than 70 square meters.

Private suite.

There are more than thirty square meters inside.

The outside area is about 40 square meters.

They were all piled with chairs, stools and other sundries. Silly Zhu even saw some bottles and jars of porcelain. The appearance and patterns were really beautiful to the extreme.

I have a rough idea in my mind.

Silly Zhu returned the same way, repaired the light cord, and then locked the door.