Chapter 47 Garbage Alley Tales Part 1: Brass Telescoping Spotting Telescope

The brass telescoping telescope, together with a lot of various second-hand goods, is placed on a second-hand goods stall in the alley. This alley is called Second-Hand Goods Alley, because both sides of the whole alley are full of second-hand goods stalls. No one has ever counted them, and I can’t count them. Some stalls just come here occasionally, and some stalls, Suddenly one turns into two, and two turns into three, how to count? The goods in the second-hand stalls are all kinds of strange things. All the items in the world that can be named are all-encompassing, and there are not many items that cannot be named.Some people say that this second-hand goods alley is simply the epitome of the world of thousands of things. If it is at the entrance of the alley (the same is true at the end of the alley), looking towards the alley, there are so many people, with different purposes or no purpose, bustling around. Isn't it the epitome of the world of thousands of characters?

The size of each second-hand stall is different, but the way to put all the items on the ground for sale is the same, otherwise, it would not be a second-hand stall.Therefore, all customers, no matter they are dignitaries, gentlemen or ladies, if they want to take a good look at the items they fancy, they must squat down and do nothing, do not gain a little wisdom, go to the second-hand goods alley, and do not know how to squat. The postures can be so varied, so there is no need to describe the inconvenience, because it has nothing to do with the story itself, and some postures, the parties themselves are not aware of, are actually quite indecent, and it is not worth describing them in detail.

He just wandered into the thrift alley because he had nothing to do, looking around, his eyes mostly lingering on the round buttocks of the opposite sex squatting on the ground in an indecent position, sometimes shaking his head secretly, sometimes licking his lips, sometimes Even swallowing saliva, the combination of visual nerves and brain thinking ability naturally inevitably leads to rich imagination, which makes his facial muscles contract or relax accordingly, sometimes he looks contented, and sometimes he looks like he is gnashing his teeth. He stopped suddenly because something suddenly fell in front of his feet.From a feeling point of view, the thing seemed to have fallen from a not very high height and fell to his feet, but when he looked down, he saw that the thing was a piece of copper pipe with one end thick and the other thin. He would rather have a premonition that the thing rolled out of the stall and rolled to his feet.

He saw that the second-hand stall was an old man, curled up and dozing off. The stall was also small, and the sundries were messy, not worth paying attention to.He originally wanted to just kick the thing back to the stall to count, but he was so cranky: this thing came to the foot just as it passed by, whether it was too late or too early, could it be that there is a certain fate between things and people? Naturally, he leaned over to pick it up, and held it in his hand, only to realize that it was an ancient, brass telescopic telescope, which was the earliest form of such things as self-owned telescopes.

There was a lot of patina on the brass body. He wiped it on the coarse cloth hakama, and it became brighter immediately. The glass at both ends of the telescope seemed vague and indistinct, so he wiped it with his cuff again. After a while, then, closing one eye, aimed at the thinner end of it with the other open eye, aiming forward. This kind of ancient telescope can be extended and retracted to adjust the focus. He is aiming and stretching continuously.I can see that there is nothing at the end, hazy, indistinct, in a trance, flickering, as if there are many changes, and there seems to be nothing, but the copper tube of the telescope, it seems that it is getting stronger and stronger. It is getting bigger and bigger, like an extremely long pipe, and in that pipe, it seems that there are many small things moving forward.He secretly laughed in his heart: can the copper pipes also have worms?Those worms are moving forward, what are they for?

No matter how hard he tried to see what was in front of him, suddenly, his breathing was a little short, and he couldn't help but make ahhh sounds in his throat.He still couldn't see what was at the end, he just felt, he had to find out, no, not just find out, but got to, no, not just got to, got to get, no, not just got to , but must always have it all! He aimed harder, and gradually, he forgot that he was in a thrift alley. Gradually, he felt that he was moving towards the goal step by step, getting closer every time. Although he felt a little tired and needed to breathe, he felt that sometimes Take a break, but he made up his mind to get close to the shimmering mass at the end, which seemed to be extremely attractive to him, he didn't even know why he did that, he only knew that he had to do it that way.

And when he didn't know how long, he suddenly realized that he had become the wriggling black dots in the copper pipes he saw at the beginning. I don't know where I am, and I'm in a daze, I can't tell the front, the back, the left, and the left, and it's meaningless to go backwards and forwards. He just keeps moving, and it seems that he is gradually approaching the target he wants to approach, although the target is still blinded, Vague, trance and flickering. The brass monocular telescoping telescope seemed to have fallen from a certain height, for example, the height of a person, but when I looked down, I felt that it had rolled out of the many sundries in the stall. Dozing off, if someone happens to pass by and the telescope is just in front of his feet, he can ignore it, kick it back, pick it up and put it back, or pick it up and put it on the thinner end to aim at it. , while stretching to adjust the focal length.

Whatever you like.No one else will interfere. Anyway, the old man who set up the stall had been dozing off, so he didn't bother to open his eyes to take a look. How much does this brass telescoping spotting telescope sell for? No one has ever asked that!