At the end of Qin, I became a son of the plane

Chapter 728: Extra Chapter : Same Kind
After the Mohist School rescued them, some of the young and strong joined the Mohist team and left with them, while some of them wanted to stay in the big city even though they were arrested.

Zhu Bin was one of them, but he didn't want to get too close to the Mohist School. He had experienced more than a year of war and just wanted to live a relatively peaceful life. It was obviously impossible for him to do that by following the Mohist School.

In this way, Zhu Bin returned to his residence under the surprised gaze of the landlord.

"Inspector Zhu is arresting people randomly outside. If you don't want to be arrested, you'd better not go too far away from our community." The landlord warned.

This community is at the outermost edge of Saint-Lo. It is called a community, but in fact it is a shantytown built by local residents. There are vegetable fields outside the houses, but precisely because it is remote, inspectors generally do not come here.

"Thank you!"

The next day, Zhu Bin reluctantly spent 200 yuan to buy a second-hand Taizu suit, went to the bathhouse to take a bath, tidied himself up, and finally made himself look less like a homeless person.

Then he wandered around the shantytowns, trying to find a job that suits him, but this brought back painful memories for Zhu Bin, just as if he had graduated from high school more than ten years ago and was looking for a job, but didn't know what to do.

A high school diploma makes him an intellectual in this world, but if he wants to find a job as an accountant or something like that, no one would want to hire an illegal immigrant like him.

As for his skills, he had burned springs in a factory, done mechanical processing, and helped guard the gates, and finally killed people and dug trenches. If he wanted to be a technician, his identity was the biggest obstacle.

Finally, he passed by a scrap yard and saw two crooked bicycles. He finally thought of what he could do.

He paid 20 dollars to the owner of the scrap shop and found some usable parts and tools from the pile of garbage.

A few days later, Zhu Bin set up a stall under a big tree on a street not far from where he lived. A wooden board was nailed to the tree with the words "repair bicycles, repair home appliances, and connect wires" written on it.

In addition, the unit has a 50% new tricycle and a 70% new bicycle. The parts of the vehicles have been re-fixed, sanded clean and repainted, and the bell brakes are also very sensitive.

There were also some small household appliances on the stall, such as flashlights, electric fans, and a few radios in good condition. One of them was a crystal radio, which was playing a story about the late Qin Dynasty, and it attracted a few elderly people to sit next to his stall and listen.

An old man shook his head and said, "Xiao Zhu, you are quite capable. I also have a radio at home, but I don't know what's wrong with it. Can you help me fix it?"

"it is good!"

An old man said dissatisfiedly: "It's ok for you to listen to Xiao Zhu's play for nothing, but you are so disrespectful to your elders and want Xiao Zhu to repair your home appliances for nothing."

"Who said the repairs were in vain? Xiao Zhu, how much should the repairs cost? You calculate it."

Zhu Bin said: "If the important parts are not broken, you can give me five dollars. If they are broken, you can add the money for the parts."

The old man said happily: "Xiao Zhu is a solid man."

"Boss, how much is this tricycle?" A young man looked at the tricycle repaired by Xu Fan and couldn't let it go.

"Xiangzi, where is your car?" the old people asked curiously. Xiangzi smiled bitterly and said, "It was taken away by the patrol. They said it would take 1000 yuan to get it back. With this money, I can buy a new car."

The old man cursed: "These inspectors are not doing their job. They even take away people's food."

Zhu Bin said: "200 yuan, you can ride it away."

Although this price was lower than Xiangzi expected, he still wanted to bargain and said, "Let's lower it by 150."

Zhu Bin said, "If you want to pick up passengers, I can add a canopy for you for 200 yuan. If you have more money, I can add 300 yuan and give you a whole small motor, which can be turned into a three-wheeled vehicle, which is very convenient for carrying people and goods."

"A three-wheeled car, is that okay?" Xiangzi was very tempted. A laborer like him naturally yearned for cars. Taxi drivers were the benchmarks in their industry, with high status and high income. Xiangzi had always wanted to have a taxi of his own. If he had a three-wheeled car, he would have achieved half of his dream.

"It's not really a car. It only has a small motor with less than 10 horsepower. It can only make you drive it a little easier. If you're willing, just pay a 20-yuan deposit. I'll start modifying it tonight, and you can come pick it up tomorrow."

This is Zhu Bin’s childhood memory. There is a small gasoline motor installed in the front of the tricycle, which directly drives the front wheels to rotate. The horsepower is very strong, and pulling half a ton of cargo is no problem.

"Okay then. I'll leave it to you, Boss Zhu." Xiangzi immediately took out 20 yuan as a deposit.

Zhu Bin then did a few more business deals, selling a bicycle, two radios, and a small table lamp, all of which were bought by nearby neighbors. Although these things of Zhu Bin's were old and pieced together, their price was only about 20% of the original ones. As long as they were usable, they were still liked by these neighbors.

So Zhu Bin's business is not bad. He earns thousands of yuan in just a few days of setting up the stall. His monthly income is over ten thousand yuan, which is considered easy.

In this way, Zhu Bin spent half a year in a peaceful schedule. During this period, he finally saved enough money and obtained a legal identity, becoming a member of the imperial capital's citizens. Of course, this identity did not come with any welfare benefits. To accurately describe his identity, he was a migrant worker.

However, his repair business was becoming more and more prosperous. He established relationships with several scrap yard owners, purchased second-hand parts from them at low prices, and then assembled them into qualified products to sell. The repair technology that was not considered anything before was actually considered a high-tech job in this world. This was something Zhu Bin had never expected.

Now he has a formal store and, with the introduction of his landlord, he hired two 15-year-old apprentices to help him. He has finally put down roots in this world.

On June 96, 6th year of the Han calendar, in Shatin Village, Saint Luodu.

A scholar-like man looked at the business that Zhu Bin wrote and smiled: "Can you repair nuclear submarines, polish nuclear bombs, or buy second-hand aircraft carriers and space shuttles?"

Zhu Bin's face turned serious when he heard this. He took out two 5-yuan bills and said, "Datou, Hailong, you two take a break today. The master has guests to entertain."

The two children obediently took the money and left, and Zhu Bin closed the door.

The visitor looked at the surroundings and sighed, "Among the time travelers, you are the only one who is so low-key. If I hadn't come to you today, would you want to hide as a native for the rest of your life? If I hadn't seen your military camouflage, I'm afraid I wouldn't have known your identity."

(End of this chapter)