Life is a Game

As Jiang Feng expected, he still looked like a clean girl when he left, but when he came back, he looked like three girls collecting rags.

Ji Xia is a little bit better, although she has gained weight from eating more and her face has become rounder, but after all, she is still a normal adolescent girl. The small body is flexible, which also means that the contact area with dust and dust is small when going in and out of the inside.

Jiang Feng took a closer look. Ji Xia's face, hands, elbows, legs and a few places on his back were dirty, but other places were a little better. Washing his clothes should still save him.

Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing belonged to the kind of people who were completely hopeless and could be thrown into the trash can without even looking at them.

Jiang Feng even wondered if the two of them just rushed in and rolled a few times to make themselves so evenly dirty that they couldn't find a clean place.

The most important thing is that the three of them seemed to be having a good time, and they really took this as a secret room adventure. Jiang Feng stood outside the warehouse for so long, and the three of them didn't notice a big living man standing there.

"Cough." Jiang Feng coughed heavily and cleared his throat. Seeing that no one noticed him, he could only open his throat and shout.

"It's time to eat!"

Now all three of them responded, and they all ran out together.

Jiang Feng stuffed two rags into everyone's arms, handed Jiang Junlian a bottle of hand sanitizer, and asked the three of them to quickly wash their faces and hands that might be in contact with the dishes after eating, and then he began to look at them. Checked out something.

In fact, there are quite a lot of things. Jiang Feng noticed it when he first arrived. There were three stacks of miscellaneous things by the wall. The three stacks of things were very distinct and of different types.

The stack in the middle is the largest, and it is full of bottles and cans, some of which are still dusty, and some have been wiped clean. Jiang Feng went up and took a closer look. Basically, they were all beautiful plates, jars, and bowls, all of which were in good condition and obviously could be used again, but he didn't know how these good tableware were thrown into the warehouse.

The front stack is full of knick-knacks and toys, including incense burners, and small porcelain animals with missing arms and legs. Jiang Feng even saw a very nice snuff bottle that had been wiped clean. It seemed that the material might be jade and the price should be expensive.

Jiang Feng took a photo and sent it to Lao Zhang to tell him that there are actually treasures in your warehouse.

The innermost stack is very messy and has everything. Notebooks, calendars, books, handkerchiefs, small cards, small tin boxes, Jiang Feng also saw an obviously broken music box, and a very eye-catching rusty long knife.

This is simply a dangerous product.

Although the long knife is rusty, it can be seen that it should be a relatively sharp knife before it is rusty. If you accidentally cut a cut, you have to go to the hospital for a tetanus.

Jiang Feng shook his head, thinking that whoever was so careless picked up such a thing and was not afraid of scratching himself.

Jiang Feng squatted down, carefully pulled out the long knife from the pile of sundries, and threw it far away with the handle of the knife.

After throwing it away, he still felt uneasy, and picked up the long knife by holding the handle again, planning to find something tight to cover it, so that the people who cleaned up the garbage would not be accidentally scratched by the knife.

"Ding, get a piece of memory from Chen Shi."

Eh?

Jiang Feng paused while holding the knife, and glanced at the rusty knife in his hand in disbelief.

Taking a closer look like this, this knife does seem to be somewhat unusual.

This rust has been stored in the warehouse for at least 20 or 30 years, and it looks like an unearthed cultural relic.

However, who is Chen Shi?

Just as Jiang Feng was holding the knife carefully to study it, Jiang Junqing, Jiang Junlian and Ji Xia had already washed their faces and hands and came back. The clothes are basically hopeless, but fortunately the three of them are wearing either skirts or short sleeves, which does not affect eating.

Jiang Feng stared at the three of them carefully, and found that Ji Xia was the dirtiest one this time. Although his clothes were not as dirty as the other two, her hair was dirty. It didn't come off when I washed it. Jiang Feng could only use a dirty rag to wipe Ji Xia's head a few times to wipe off the dust on the surface.

Jiang Feng pointed to the innermost pile, and asked seriously with a knife in his hand, "Who picked it up?"

Because his expression was too serious, it didn't look like he was here to praise others, which made Ji Xia a little nervous, raised his hand tremblingly and whispered: "I...I picked it up."

"Xia Xia, what are you doing with these things? Everything else is fine, this knife is full of rust, what if you accidentally scratch it? Safety first! Safety first, do you know, you But chef, what if I scratch my hand?" Jiang Feng was like a high school dean.

"I... I just think that these things are useless inside, and this knife is also quite dangerous, so I picked it out and prepared to throw it away." Ji Xia explained.

Jiang Feng:?

After careful questioning, I realized that the ideas and directions of the three girls' secret room adventures were completely different.

The bottles and jars in the middle belong to Jiang Junlian. She is practical, and her main goal is to find plates, dishes, and jars that she thinks can be used. She also brought out two large vases, but they are not here. side.

The stack of gadgets in front belonged to Jiang Junqing. Her main goal was to find something that she found interesting and useful, so the things she found were the most valuable.

And Ji Xia's idea is to pick out the useless things and throw them away.

Except for the pile here, on the other side Ji Xia picked up countless rotten logs and put them together with the big flowerpot that Jiang Junlian brought out, all of which were ready to be thrown away.

Jiang Feng: ...

He just said, whoever is idle and has nothing to explore explores and digs out a bunch of junk.

Jiang Feng picked up the small tin box in the pile of debris, picked it up and asked Ji Xia, "What is this?"

"I don't know." Ji Xia shook his head, "I opened it, and there were some notes inside, and I couldn't understand what was written on it."

Jiang Feng opened the tin box and found that there were some scraps of paper inside, which were crumpled, as if they had been rubbed and prepared to be thrown away, but for some reason, they were flattened and put in in the box. The paper has turned yellow, obviously it has been for some years, and it is obvious that these notes were written by Zhang Guanghang.

Because it was all in French, Ji Xia would be a ghost if he could understand it.

Jiang Feng looked at Ji Xia's pile of things again, except for this small tin box, there were some sundries that could really be thrown away as garbage, either useless paper or broken things. Jiang Feng took a photo and sent it to Zhang Guanghang asking him if there was anything in it that could be thrown away, and he could clean it up for him.

Touching the ashes, Jiang Feng smiled and said to the three of them who had worked hard all morning: "Go eat, and I'll see what you guys have sorted out in a moment. The dishes are all on the table in the dining room. I'll go and wash your hands first." go."

The three little girls rushed towards the dining hall like the high school students whose last class was physical education class and could grab the cafeteria after class was over early.

Jiang Feng originally planned to put the tin box back into the pile of sundries, but he also felt that although the tin box contained some waste paper, it was obviously useful for the waste paper to be packed into the box so carefully. Pick up the tin box again, open it and take a photo for Zhang Guanghang.

Zhang Guanghang didn't reply to the message he sent earlier, probably because he was busy and didn't check his phone.

Just when Jiang Feng was about to close the box, a gust of wind happened to blow and the top piece of paper was blown away.

Fortunately, he had a quick eye and grasped it quickly, otherwise the next plot would be Jiang Feng chasing a piece of paper all over the yard.

"Ding, get a piece of memory from Zhang Guanghang."

Today's game suddenly became extremely active.

Jiang Feng:?

Is this garbage that Xia Xia picked up? These are all treasures!

Jiang Feng decisively touched all of Ji Xia's pile of sundries carefully, and when he didn't find it, he went around to the other side to find the pile of rotten wood that Ji Xia picked up, and touched every piece of wood. Unsurprisingly, nothing was found after the hands were ashes.

Jiang Feng didn't give up, and touched the two stacks of things that Jiang Junlian and Jiang Junqing picked up from the beginning to the end, but he still couldn't find a single memory.

Jiang Feng glanced at the warehouse that looked like a treasure house, thought about it and gave up.

The matter of touching memory depends on fate. When fate is reached, one can touch it with one hand.

It was a surprise to be able to find two memories in a short period of time.

He really took in a good apprentice!